As the seconds ticked away Regan waited for Lucas to arrive at the hotel room that had basically been their home away from home. Usually she felt good here, alive and excited, waiting for him to come to her so they could be together. Right now she hated it, she hated thee boring bedspread and the tacky paintings on the wall. It took everything in her not to rip them off the walls and smash them against the desk that had only ever been used as a surface for the two of them to have sex on. Regan cringed when she thought about it. The one memory of them naked on the desk made her mind flood with other memories just like it. The bathroom counter, the shower, the floor, and the bed. The bed where sheâd shed her clothes for him for the first time. The night in the club was still fresh in her mind, like it was yesterday. As cliche as it made her feel she still thought about it. She couldnât stop herself from thinking about his mouth and his fingers and how heâd made her feel more than any other man.Â
Regan had turned her phone off when she got to the room. She didnât want to hear from anyone except for him. There werenât even words for how angry she was. Sure the sex tape had been her idea, there was no way her innocent boy bander would ever dream of doing something like that until she said it. They had sworn that it would be safe for just them and now it was for everyone. She stopped pacing around the room and sat on the plush king bed. Her head fell to her hands as she tried to keep herself together. She couldnât believe what a cliche she was for this. Another reality star with a sex tape, very original. Before she could give into her overwhelming emotions Lucas burst in the room. Her mouth opened to speak but he beat her too it. âAm I okay? No Iâm not okay. What the fuck would make you think Iâm okay. Why donât you tell me how this happened? Is this your idea, your way of getting some press for the album?â Regan was screaming getting right up in his face. She sounded like a crazy person and she probably looked like one too. âYou pretend to be so innocent but youâre not are you? Well congratulations you played me good Pratt.â
Lucas let her yell, let her get all the anger she had out without saying a word even though his mind was going a mile a minute. He knew the double standard of the industry, hell he tried to fight against as much as possible but it made little waves. At the end of the day, this would be more so about her than him, her name would be run through the mud and he would be given high fives but he didnât care about that, he was more concerned with the small shake in her words and how upset she was. âI donât know how the fuck this happenedâ He blurted out in the small second she gasped for air and he held her face so he could have her full attention. âI didnât do this, Regan my team didnât fucking do this, I can tell you that for certain.â His eyes narrowed in on her so she could see he was telling the truth.Â
âI wouldnât put my album above you , do you really think Iâm that fucking shitty? Thatâd I use you for press? If I did why would I be standing here? If this was my plan all along I would be eating this up but Iâm not. Iâm here with you and I will stay here until we figure this shit out.â He yelled back at her in a straight tone not caring if the people next to them could hear their argument. If everyone now knew every detail of their personal life, why not add more yelling? âWhat do you want to do? We have options but itâs ultimately youâre choice.â He said softly running his thumb over her cheeks to show her that he was serious about it all, about her and about them. âWhat do you want Regan?â