Page 29 of Final Installment
After picking up the bruised apple, Luka made his way upstairs to the guest room he had been assigned and plugged his broken phone in to charge.He took a hot shower, scrubbing away the shame and regret of his wild night.Too tired to get dressed, he left a towel wrapped around his waist.Sitting on the edge of the bed, he chewed through a handful of antacids and then checked his phone to see if it had enough battery to operate.
There were dozens of missed calls and messages from Rina, Besian, Dafina, Kristo and even Marley.Hers were the only nice ones.She gently asked if he was okay or if he needed help and even offered to come get him if he was stranded somewhere.Everyone else was angry or accusatory, even Kristo who apparently felt like he had been set up to fail.
Luka triaged the missed calls and messages and then attacked the ones with the highest priority.Reluctantly, he called Dafina to apologize properly.
“Hello?”she answered, her voice thick and rough.
“Dafina?It’s Luka.”He rubbed the back of his neck.“I’m sorry about missing our brunch date.”
“It’s okay,” she said, surprising him by hownotupset she was.“I didn’t want to get otu of bed anyway.”
“Are you still sick?”
“Yes.It must be a stomach virus.”
“I’m sorry.Is there anything I can do?”
“No, my sister is taking care of me.”
Luka really didn’t want to think about Elona right now.“I’d like to see you again before I leave.Can I come by the house?I’ll be very brief.”
“Actually, I think it’s best if you go home.I don’t want to expose you to anything.”She coughed, and he couldn’t tell if it was genuine or faked.
“Well, if you’re sure?”He didn’t want to see her either.He dreaded having to tell her the truth about about he’d done.The longer he could put it off the better.
“I’m sure.Have a safe trip home, okay?And call me?We should talk more before the wedding.”
“I will.”
Relieved that she hadn’t said a word about the strippers, he ended the call.Maybe she hadn’t received the videos or photos.Maybe it was just someone trying to stir up trouble between him and his uncle.
Who?It would have to be someone who had access to Besian, Marley and Rina’s contact information.Someone on the inside?Someone close to me?
Unsettled by that thought, he fell back onto the bed and tossed his phone aside.Eyes closed, he breathed in deeply and tried to quell the nausea boiling in his gut.Images from his decadent night raced through his mind.The more he sobered up, the more he remembered.
The ramshackle club out in the middle of nowhere.The rows of motorcycles and trucks.The rough looking clientele.Drinking beer at first and then at some point tequila.Smoking cigarettes and marijuana.Neat lines of white powder.The beautiful, lush women dancing on the poorly lit stage in the dingy club.
The sex.
What he remembered of that was enough to make him half-hard again.It had been a while since he’d taken two women to bed at the same time.It was a fantasy for most men that would never be realized, but he’d been lucky more than once.
Of course, a threesome was easier in theory than in practice.He only had two hands, one mouth and one dick.It was hard to keep everyone satisfied and happy.
But from what he remembered, the two girls seemed more than happy to satisfy each other.He had a brief flash of another man in the mix.Devil.Bending the blonde over the foot of the bed and making her scream with pleasure while Luka enjoyed the redhead bouncing on his lap.
Shame twisted his gut.
I can’t even remember their names.
Fuck.I’m a piece of shit.
And Dafina, the woman he was bound to marry, had been sick and suffering all night.
I have to tell her.
He had to come clean.He owed her that much.A clean slate before they walked down the aisle.A fresh start before they said their vows.
But as he sighed and stared at the ceiling, it wasn’t Dafina who occupied his thoughts.It washer.
