“What about all the meals I’ve bought you?” I yelled. “The plane tickets, this suite, the bottles of champagne you had to have every night, and the tickets for everything you wanted to do!”
“Don’t you dare take that tone with me, Drew. All I want is for you to buy me something nice. That’s what boyfriends are supposed to do. When you love someone, you buy them nice things. Is that so much to ask?”
The rage that had been contained inside me began to erupt and I couldn’t take it anymore. Just the mere sound of her voice sent me over the edge.
“I DON’T LOVE YOU!” I shouted. “I can’t do this anymore, Jess.”
“What?” Tears started to fill her eyes.
“I’m sorry, but it’s over between us,” I softly spoke.
“Don’t say that, baby. You don’t mean it,” she begged.
“Yes I do. It’s been over for a while now. We haven’t been getting along and everything’s always my fault. I’ve had enough.”
The tears began to stream down her face and, sadly, I didn’t give a damn. She had pushed me way too far.
“You heartless bastard. How could you do this to me? I love you, you son of a bitch.” She grabbed hold of my arm.
Jerking it away, I looked into her eyes. “Of course it’s my fault this happened. Well, let me give you a wake-up call, darling. You are a whiney, jealous, self-righteous, selfish, stuck-up bitch, and god help the next man that crosses your path.”
She raised her hand and slapped me across the face. “How dare you speak to me like that.”
I held my face to try and soothe the sting of the burn. “Pack your stuff and leave,” I shouted as I pulled out my phone. “There’s a four o’clock flight back to New York and you need to be on it.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You leave. You’re the one who broke up with me, you fucking asshole,” she screamed.
I walked into the bedroom and threw her suitcase on the bed. As I was grabbing her clothes from the drawers, she grabbed my arm.
“Stop it!” she screamed.
Jerking away from her, I went into the bathroom, collected her things, and threw them into her bag.
“This is my room, that I paid for. I’m not going anywhere. Now get out before I call security and have you thrown out!” I yelled as I pointed to the door.
“You’ll regret this, Drew Westbrook!”
I grabbed her suitcase and carry-on bag, opened the door, and set them in the hallway.
“The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner.”
As soon as she stepped out of the suite, I slammed the door.
****
Jillian
I had a great time with Ano and Lonnie at the luau they invited me to, and by time I got back to the hotel, it was eleven o’clock. When I approached the elevators, there was a sign that they were out of order.
“I’m sorry, miss. You’ll have to use the elevators around the corner and across from the bar.
“Okay, thank you.”
As I walked around the corner, I pushed the button and waited for the elevator to come down. While I was waiting, I glanced across at the bar that was filled with people and noticed Drew sitting on one of the barstools. I hadn’t seen him or Jess the past couple of days, so I thought I’d stop over and say hi.
“Hey,” I spoke as I walked up to him.
“Jillian Bell. Can I buy you a drink?” he slurred.
“No thanks.” I narrowed my eye at him. “Where’s Jess?”
“I broke it off with her and sent her home.” He kicked back his drink, finishing it off.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I didn’t know what to say and I was shocked.
“Don’t be. I’m not. I should have done it a long time ago. Bartender?” He held up his finger.
“No you don’t. I think you’ve had enough to drink. Come on.” I grabbed hold of his arm. “Let’s get you back to your room.”
He didn’t resist as I hooked his arm around my neck and took him up to his suite.
“Where’s your keycard?” I asked as I propped him up against the wall.
He reached in his pocket. “I think I left it in the room,” he slurred.
“Are you sure?”
“It’s not in my pockets.”
“Okay. Come on, back on the elevator.” I sighed as I hooked his arm around my neck.
“Where are we going?” He stumbled and almost fell.
“To my room so I can call the front desk and get you another key.”
Stumbling down the hallway, I propped Drew up so I could get the key from my purse. The moment I let go of him, he slid down the wall and to the ground.
“Ugh. Come on, big guy.” I helped him back up and took him to the bedroom.
“We have something in common,” he spoke. “Something I think you should know.”
“Oh yeah. What’s that?” I asked as I helped him onto the bed.
“We both left someone standing at the altar.”
Did I just hear him right?
“What?” I frowned as I stared down at him.
“I left my fiancée at the altar just like you did.” He rolled over.
I knew trying to find out more was going to be impossible in the condition he was in. He probably wouldn’t even remember that he told me in the morning. Picking up the phone on the nightstand, I dialed the front desk.
“Front desk, how may I help you.”
Looking at Drew, I saw that he had fallen sound asleep.