His mood changes as soon as we're inside the hotel room. Suddenly he's grumpy, won't talk, and is too busy stamping around to care what's going on around him. He walks into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I groan, shaking my head as I pull my clothes off. Fuck him, and fuck his mood too. I'm trying to find something to wear when there's a knock at the door. Jon is still in the bathroom so I answer the door without thinking. "Dammit Lora" Colby groans. "You might wanna put some clothes on before you answer the door in future!" I look down, shrugging when I realise I'm only in my underwear. "It's all good Colby" I say kissing his cheek. "I'm covered." He laughs. "Where's Jon?" he asks quickly. "My ass of a husband is in the bathroom" I say, pulling a dress on and looking for shoes. "Good luck getting him out of there, or getting anything out of him. He hasn't spoken since we got here. I give up. I'm going out." My phone rings and I grin. "Hey Bella!" I say. "Where are you? Hotel bar? Cool, see you there in three." I hang up and pull my shoes on. "Catch you later Colbs" I say, grabbing the key card and my bag. I throw my phone in the bag, open the door and race to the bar. There's a bottle of Jack with my name on it down there.
"Lora!" Nikki calls, waving over at me as soon as I set foot in the bar. I nod and make my way over to her. "Wow chica!" she says standing up and kissing my cheeks. "Check you out, all independent and out without the husband. What gives?" "Oh Nicole" I groan, flopping into a seat. "The husband has locked himself in the bathroom, refusing to talk to me. So I left Colby to deal with it." She laughs as the waiter brings us drinks. We thank him and wait for him to leave before speaking again. "So what's brought this mood on?" she asks, sipping her wine. I shrug. "No idea" I say. "He couldn't wait to get from the arena, but as soon as we got here his mood changed." "Uh huh" she says, absently. I frown at her and follow her gaze. Renee. Great. She actually has the nerve to smirk at me, and before I know what's happening she's walking over.
"Oh poor Lora" she coos. "Married life not turning out quite how you expected huh?" "The fuck are you talking about Renee?" I ask, frowning as Nikki glares at her. Ok, something's wrong here. "Spill it Bella" I say. "What do you know?" Nikki sighs. "You just couldn't leave it alone could you Renee?" she says. Renee grins. "Nope" she says. "Couldn't let an opportunity this perfect pass me by. Enjoy your marriage Lora. Well, what's left of it, anyway." I watch as she walks off. "Ok what the fuck was all that about?" I ask, looking at Nikki. "This, I guess" Nikki says, handing me her phone. There are pictures of Jon all over Instagram. "These must be from ages ago" I say, handing her phone back. She shakes her head. "They were taken in Vegas" she says. "Last night." I shake my head. "No" I whisper. "He went out for a few hours, came home drunk. Lex and I stayed in and watched a movie. He wouldn't, Nikki, not Jon." She wraps her arms around me, and I know she's not lying. Jon really did have his face in a strippers boobs. "That caption" I say, holding my hand out for her phone again. "It says it was just the start of a great night. But he came home around midnight." "The picture was taken at 8 Lora" Nikki says. "You live ten minutes from the strip, you do the math." I stand up quickly. Too quickly. Nikki helps me as I slump back on the seat. "Over here!" she calls. I look and see Lex walk in with Dolph. "Lora!" she yells, running over. Nikki looks at her and Lex groans. "She knows, doesn't she?" she asks Nikki. Nikki replies with a simple nod. "Woah back up!" I yell. "You knew too?" "Dolph just showed me the pictures" Lex explains. "I came to find you, hoping I could get to you before you found out. How...?" "Renee" Nikki says simply. "Oh I bet she's loving this" Lex growls. I stand up, pushing my way past them. "Where are you going?" Lex yells. "Outta here!" I yell back, not stopping until I'm out of the hotel and in a cab.
The cab drops me outside a bar. I can hear the music even with the doors closed. I pay and get out, still staring at my phone screen as if that's going to make the fucker call. There's a bench outside the club so I sit on it, trying to work out what to do next. I mean, this could all be innocent, right? I have an idea, and before I can talk myself out of it I set up a fake Instagram account. "Here goes nothing" I say, typing quickly and commenting on the picture. I read through what I've written before posting it. "So he's at a strip club" I write. "She's just doing what she's paid to do. Give the man a break." I hit post and wait. It doesn't take long. My phone beeps for a notification. Someone has responded to my comment. "Yeah I'm paid to do it" I read. "But I'm not paid to let him touch me in the champagne room, or let him strip me while I, well, relieve him, shall we say?" Woah. This is different. "You did all that knowing he was married?" I type. "Damn right" she replies. "He obviously ain't getting it at home." That does it. I delete the account quickly and turn my phone off. I need a drink. Or six.