I have to tell her… Now!
"So… we're at this hotel because your apartment is getting fumigated? Ceiling crashed in? Want to try some 50 shades sexiness and you're afraid the neighbors will call the police if we get to loud? Well, let me tell you, the police will definitely be called at this hotel!" Rory giggled.
"Nothing like that! Want a drink? I asked nervously.
"Mmm, I can think of something else I'd like." She purred, Rory purred.
I can't do it, she's so happy.
"I can make you a martini!" I said holding her small dainty hands.
"I'm ok for now, but you look like you need a drink…" She let hang off.
"Do I? It's a little hot in here, are you hot? Let me check the air, I don't know how they call this a luxury hotel with stifling rooms? Hey, you want to just open a window while I get maintenance on the phone?" I ended my Gilmore grade rant while pulling off my tie with I'm sure every ounce of panic all over my face.
"Wow, are you ok Logan? Because that would make my mom proud?" Rory joked with a nervous smile.
She knows something is up definitely, I have to tell her now.
"What's wrong Logan? If this was back in college I'd say you were feeling guilty about something." Rory smiled with that 'I know something's up look'. I hate that look, I can't hide anything from that look. Not the strawberry poptarts, not the french vanilla creamer I liked, nothing!
Here goes… everything.
"My apartment is fine, I just have... something…" I said.
I tried that time I truly did. Apparently not hard enough.
"Something? What does that mean exactly?" Rory said in her 'hot' mom voice.
Rory was on to me! She'll make a great mom someday. Babymama, that'd be nice I like the sound of it. Not today though.
"I have someone there, a guest" I said softly.
For someone so light-hearted and good-natured, Rory is scary as hell.
"Someone, a guest? That you're obviously scared of. Hm, your dad? No, your mom? No, you wouldn't care if it was them. Who else? I'll figure it out!" Rory said as she paced back and forth like the reporter from YDN days.
I have to just suck it up and tell her, she might not even care all that much. Then she turned to me with such a harrowed look on her face.
"Your wife!" She said with what tears would sound like as she moved over to bed then quickly got up as I said "Fiance".
Sorry Rory.
"One in the same in the society pages. I, I uh.. I gotta go. I can't be here." Rory said grabbing her bags.
"Stay Ace, we'll work this out." I said prepared to beg if I had to.
Looks like begging may not be necessary. She stopped. Or maybe not.
"I knew what we were and I knew what would eventually happen even though she stayed away. In the back of my mind I knew it wouldn't be for long, I knew. And yet, I never felt like this, you never made me feel like this.." She said and I never heard her sound this way before,never like this.
Her words hung there like a lost thought. What are you thinking Ace?
"Like what, Ace?" I asked softly as she pulled the door handle.
"Like your whore" She said so quietly I thought I misheard, but I knew I hadn't.
It was too late to take any of it back and this hole I dug myself felt like it was finally full. I stepped to the window in time to catch Rory hop in a cab. Off to Heathrow I presume and out of my life . forever this time.
Every time things mess up between us, it's always my fault.
A/N: This is a new idea and with the help of an already amazing writer ayarin88 we were able to bring this to you.
I hope you enjoy.