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no better than Hillary..." she
rambles.

 
    "Whoa,
what are you talking about?" I ask, taken aback by the direction of her
thoughts.

 
    She
starts toward the bathroom, waving a dismissive hand. "Nothing, just...can
you please leave?"

 
    I
toss the sheet aside and get out of the bed, starting after her. "No, I'm
not leaving until you tell me what the hell your problem is," I demand.

 
    She
whirls around, her mouth open, probably about to give me shit, but she sees
that I'm naked and sighs heavily, slapping her thigh with her hand. "Can
you please put some clothes on?"

 
    I
cross my arms over my chest and cock an eyebrow at her. "No, not until you
tell me what you're blabbering about."

 
    She
gives me a hard stare. "I became 'just another dancer that you fucked,'
that's what I'm blabbering about. But don't worry, I'm not like Hillary, I
don't have any delusions that you're going to end up as my boyfriend or
anything. Yup, just go ahead and add me to your list of one night stands,"
she says bitterly. "I can't believe I fucking did that. I'm never drinking
again."

 
    With
that, she turns and walks into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
I stare at the door in confusion. Was that just a one-night stand? Okay, I'll
admit that I hadn't thought about what I would consider her after this. I guess
I just figured that we would continue sleeping together. I'm not really looking
for anything more at the moment. I mean, I do like her a lot, but do I want to
be tied down to one woman? I don't know about that. I've been single for close
to a year now and I kinda like it.

 
    I
turn and head back toward the bed. Bending over, I grab my underwear and put
them on. Maybe it is best if I leave. I quickly get dressed, grab my shit, and
go. I start down the hall toward the elevator. I rake my hand through my hair
just as my phone rings. I dig it out of my pocket and check the screen. It's my
bodyguard, Alex.

 
    "Hey
man, what's up?" I answer.

 
    "What's
up?! Dude, where the fuck are you? You took off in a cab last night and I have
no idea where you are!" he barks into the phone.

 
    "I'm
at the hotel where the dancers are staying," I reply.

 
    Since
we are doing rehearsals in New York, I'm able to stay at my place until the
tour starts, which is great because once we go on tour it's nothing but hotels,
buses, airplanes, and cramped spaces. At least in my house, I have tons of
space since I live alone.

 
    "Do
you need me to come to you?" Alex asks.

 
    "Uh,
yeah...yeah, that might be a good idea. Bring me a hat and sunglasses,
too," I murmur.

 
    I
quickly turn back toward Nicole's room. I hadn't even thought about the chance
of someone seeing me. Without a bodyguard or a ride, I'd be a sitting duck, probably
getting mobbed as soon as I hit the lobby.

 
    "I'll
be in room 625," I say to Alex.

 
    "Alright,
be there in twenty minutes," he says and I can hear the irritation in his
tone.

 
    We
hang up and I shove my phone back into my pocket. Alex is a great guy and an
even better bodyguard. He's been with me since the early years and we've become
really good friends, even though I annoy the ever living shit out of him most
of the time. And I know that he's pissed about last night. It's not the first
time that I ditched him and jumped in a cab without telling him where I was
going. I'm sure he's going to rip me a new one for it, too.

 
    I
stop in front of Nicole's door. I really don't want to do this, but where else
am I supposed to go? I knock then wait. A minute later the door opens and
Nicole is standing there, now dressed in a tank top and shorts. Her face is
freshly washed but her expression is closed off. I find that I don't like that
look on her face. I don't like that she's hiding what she's feeling from me.

 
    "I
thought you left," she says evenly.

 
    "Yeah,
I forgot that I'm famous and don't have a ride or a bodyguard, so can I just
hang here until he gets here?" I sigh.