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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 6

John groaned as he exited his rental car. He rubbed his hands over his face as he entered the lobby. He was exhausted and all he wanted to do was take a nap and then maybe grab a bite to eat with Paige. John kept his eyes on his feet, hoping to make it to the elevator without having to deal with any fans.

"John," He heard his name being called by a familiar voice. His head snapped up and his eyes widened at first before he realized what he was doing, then he faked a smile.

"Carla," He said before meeting her halfway for a hug and kiss. "I thought you weren't coming back until next week."

"Well I am, but I had the day off so I decided to fly out and see you for the day. I'll have to fly back tonight, but I miss you and want to spend time with you." She said with a sweet smile and his heart melted. This was the Carla he had fallen in love with.

"Aw baby, that's so sweet. Let's go upstairs so you can put your stuff down." He said referring to her small bag. She nodded and followed him into the elevator.

"So about what you said on the phone the other day…" She started and he looked down at her and took in her sad, hurt features. He sighed and held her head in his hands, leaning down and placing small kisses all over her face.

"I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean it, I was just tired and upset that you were mad at me."

"It really hurt my feelings John." She said, staring into his eyes.

"I know and I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." He winked as they exited the elevator. They walked to his door and Carla looked at the room number.

"You're not rooming with a women are you?" She asked as he held the door open for her.

"No," John said then started to get nervous, hoping none of Paige's stuff was out for Carla to see. Sure he would have to tell Carla about her soon but he was hoping to do it when she got back from whatever she was doing wherever she was doing it. Maybe bringing her to his room wasn't that bright. "Why do you ask?"

"Well I asked the front desk what your room number was and she told me but when I came to the room, a women was leaving the room."

"Hmm, that's strange." John said as his eyes quickly darted around the room. He glanced in the closet and sighed when he saw all of Paige's stuff neatly in her suitcase. He closed the closet doors casually and went into the bathroom, quickly stuffing all her toiletries into drawers. He left the bathroom and latched and locked the door, making sure Paige wouldn't be able to enter when she got back from wherever she was. He smiled smugly for show and walked over to the bed where Carla was laying. He crawled over her sexily and placed kisses up her neck up to her lips.

"So where were you earlier? I was waiting for hours." She asked, stopping his actions.

"I was at a signing." He said and leaned down to kiss her again.

She sighed and scooted over, pushing him away. "I wish you would have told me."

He looked at her strangely. "Why?"

"Because I was waiting for you! I sat in the lobby reading magazines for forever!" She exclaimed, standing up.

"I didn't know you were here." He said slowly, trying to get her to understand.

She shook her head and put her hands on her hips. "John, it shouldn't matter."

He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at her. "So what your saying is you want me to call you,"

"Or text me," Carla added.

"Or text you and tell you what I'm doing, when I'm doing it, whether your in town or not. Is that what your saying?" He asked, wondering if he needed to admit her to some type of special help home.

"Yes, that doesn't sound like too much to ask does it?" She asked with a smile, thinking he understood where she was coming from.

"Yeah, it does." His voice strained with anger and he cleared his throat. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

She looked startled for a second but she recovered quickly. "Excuse me?"

He didn't say anything for a minute. "You know what, you're right." He said and she smiled.

"I knew you would understand."

"Yeah yeah yeah, I get it. I'll call you when I wake up and fill you in on what my plans are. I'll text you when I'm going to a signing or the arena. Yeah. Oh, and do you want me to text you when I go to the bathroom or would you prefer a phone call?" He said sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "John, don't be unreasonable."

"You're the one being unreasonable!" He exclaimed. "I don't need to fill you in on every little thing in my life."

"I'm your girlfriend, in case you've forgotten."

"Of course I haven't forgotten." He said defensively. Why does everyone keep asking him that?

"Ugh," She groaned angrily. "I don't even know why I came here. It's clear you need some space to clear your head." She said and started marching toward the door. She undid all the latches and saw John standing right behind her. "Call me once you've came to your senses."

"No, you call me when you pull your head out of your ass!" John called after her as he watched her walk down the hall towards the elevator. She was no doubt going back to Connecticut to take care of business which was A-ok with him. He shook his head and walked back into his room, slamming the door behind him. He locked the latches again, not wanting to be bothered and he then collapsed on the bed, hoping to get some sleep.

Paige and Dave had just gotten back to the hotel and were walking through the lobby when Dave spotted Randy, called him over and they embraced in their male greeting.

"Hi Randy." She said with a smile.

He looked down at her before looking across the lobby. "Hi." She wrinkled her brow and shrugged.

"What are you doing?" Dave asked, while wondering why his friend was so rude to Paige.

"Just finished having lunch with Paul." Randy said with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "What are you two doing?"

"We just had breakfast and went for a walk." She answered.

"Where's John?" Randy asked, directing his question at Dave.

"He was at a signing but he should probably be back by now." Dave said after he checked his watch. Randy nodded.

"I should probably get back then." She said as she started to walked a little closer to the elevator.

"We'll walk you up." Dave volunteered and Randy's head snapped up.

"We will?" He asked, not really wanting to. It's not like he had anything against Paige, it's just that Carla was his assistant and he felt like he needed to look out for her. Sure John said he wasn't interested in Paige, but it was clear there were still feelings there from both parties.

"Yeah, we will." Dave said slowly, now really wondering what was up with him. Randy groaned as they all entered the elevator.

"You guys don't have to walk me to my door, I can make it myself." She said as she hit her floor number, not wanting Randy to do something he didn't want to and end up disliking her even more.

"Nonsense." Dave said, sending Randy a look that told him to cooperate. Randy rolled his eyes and the trio eventually reached the appropriate floor. They walked to Paige's door and she used her key to open it. The light turned green but the door wouldn't budge.

"It's not opening." She said and Randy rolled his eyes again.

"Please, these door's aren't that heavy." He said and pushed her aside so he could try. He tried a couple times, but still no budge. He looked at Paige, embarrassed.

She was smiling smugly. "Not so easy is it?"

Randy just shrugged the comment off and Dave tried his luck with the door. Nothing. He knocked. "John!" No answer. "John you in there?" Still no answer.

"He must want some time alone. It's cool, I'll just go down to the lobby and read a magazine or something." She said, not really bothered by this, which surprised both men.

"No, you can hang out with us." Dave suggested, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"She can?" Randy asked.

"Yeah, she can." He said and then put a hand on Randy's shoulder. "What's wrong with you man?"

"What? Nothing, I'm good." He said and they started walking back toward the elevator.

"Really, I can just keep myself occupied if you guys want to spend some time together." Paige suggested.

"No." Dave said simply. They got off on Randy and Dave's floor and made their way into the men's room.