Drew skimmed the bar and stopped as his eyes landed on Lexie. Her long, chartreuse green dyed hair was pulled back in a braid behind her back. She tried concentrating on her drink but her chocolate brown eyes kept looking over to another table.
Drew turned his head to see Andrade and Charlotte sitting at the other table. Andrade was in the process of putting on quite the show by sucking face with Charlotte, but Andrade kept his eyes open so he could look at Lexie as well.
"You bastard," Drew said lowly.
Drew grabbed his beer and walked over to Lexie's table. He sat down across from her so he was blocking off the view to Andrade and Charlotte. Something he knew wouldn't make Andrade happy at all but Drew didn't care about the other man. He only cared about Lexie, and she actually looked relieved in that moment.
"How are you doing, Lexie?" He asked.
"Alright," she answered.
"You don't have to hide it from me," he said. "I saw the show they were putting on."
She sighed and took a sip from her drink.
"It's just that he keeps rubbing it in my face. Like he doesn't want me to move on," she said.
"He doesn't," he said.
She raised her eyebrows as if she wanted to question him on that.
"I overheard him talk in the locker room with Aleister. He regrets he left you for her but he's too damn proud to actually tell you. So his solution is to play drama king every chance he gets to make you miss him even more so that you'll hopefully come to him. That way he can pretend to think about your offer and take you back," he said.
He could see that was news to her. She thought about the words that had just come out of his mouth but she didn't know what to respond to them.
"Do you?" He asked.
"Do I what?" She asked.
"Miss him," he answered.
"That's just it. I don't. I just wanna move on with my life and I'm more than ready to do so but he won't let me. If I try to strike up a conversation with a stranger tonight, he'll just think I'm trying to get back at him, and he'll make a joke out of me tomorrow. Everyone will laugh. I feel stuck," she said.
He reached across the table and took her hand.
"I hear you," he said. "But what if it's not a stranger? What if you move on with someone you work with? He can't shame you for that. We all talk to each other, and sometimes feelings happen. It happened to you and him, and to him and Charlotte at some point. Everyone knows the deal with that. And if you find the right guy, he'll defend you in the locker room."
"Sure," she chuckled. "Give me a list of people ready to play my boyfriend."
"I got one name," he grinned. "Drew McIntyre."
She stared at him in disbelief as if she was waiting for him to laugh at his own joke. He wasn't laughing though. He meant it.
"You wanna play my boyfriend?" She asked.
"Play or be," he winked. "I can be a damn good rebound if you want."
"So you want sex?" She asked.
"Only if you want," he answered.
"Right now I want out of here," she said.
"Alright," he said.
He stood up and held out his hand. She took it and allowed him to help her up from the chair. They walked towards the entrance together. Just before opening the door, he placed his arm around her shoulders and leaned down for a kiss. When he broke the kiss, he quickly threw a glance towards Andrade. The man was staring. Drew kept the chuckle within until they were out of the door where Andrade couldn't see them.
"He looked pissed," he said.
"I wish I had seen that," she said.
"No, it was a good thing you didn't look. You looked like you didn't care about anyone else but me. He got the message. You don't care about him anymore," he said.
He laced his fingers in between hers, and they walked back to the hotel together. They were on the same floor. They both stopped in front of his door. He unlocked it and turned to look at her. To his surprise, she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him down for another kiss. He hooked an arm around her and pulled her into the room and up against the wall next to the door. He grabbed the door to close it but paused.
"If I close this door, you're not getting out of my room until tomorrow. And I'm pretty sure you can imagine we won't be sleeping the first half of the night," he said.
"Close the door, Drew," she said.