Chapter 19:
The sunlight lit up the room, Denver squints, having yet another headache. After things got tense at Sullivan's, her and Adam had started drinking more than was planned.
Denver sat up in bed everything in her mind was a blur, the question Adam threw at her still burning in her. 'What will it take for you to give me another chance?' "Dammit Adam," she groaned, reaching for her phone. She got two messages from Hunter, making her mood worse already and confusing the hell out of her.
10:35 PM
Hey babe, you called and left me a voicemail, mentioning there's something important you needed to talk to me about. You sounded like you were drunk, so I don't know if you'll remember the reason. Give me a call if you do remember though. I love you.
11:54 PM
Is there something you aren't telling me? You called me again and I picked up, you didn't say anything but I heard some noises. I don't know what's going on, but call me if you remember.
Denver groaned, "What in the hell happened?" she wasn't in the mood for mind games. She got out of bed and realized all she had on was a bra, and some shorts she didn't remember wearing.
She went to go find a shirt to put on before going out in the living room. She found Adam laying on the couch, a blanket covering his waist and below. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so it freaked her out.
She kneeled down beside Adam, and shook him, "Come on Adam, wake up."
"Five more minutes Den," he turns over so his back was facing her.
"I will pull you off this damn couch if I have to," Denver wasn't in the mood for this game.
Adam sat up, "Fine you win," he rubbed at his tired eyes, covering up his yawn with his hand. "What's wrong?"
Denver handed him her cell phone, "You didn't get messages from Hunter, I hope."
Adam looked up from the phone, "He heard some noises, what does that mean?" he handed her phone back, grabbing his which was laying on the coffee table. "Yeah, he sent me a message."
Denver snatched the phone from his grasp, the message read: 'Hey Adam, I'm worried about Denver, she isn't picking up her phone. It's a little after midnight and she hasn't gotten back to me. Call or text if you find out anything.'
"How the hell did this happen?" she ran a hand through her slightly tangled hair. "And where the hell is your shirt?"
"Den, calm down. You are probably worried about nothing."
"You better hope so," she sat down next to him, rubbing her thighs. "You don't remember anything that happened last night?"
"I don't remember anything after you kicked my ass in the first game of pool."
"I don't even remember finishing the first pool game. If you remember more to me, what was my answer to your question about me giving us another chance."
"You didn't say anything, all you said was that you were going to go get some more alcohol," he scratched at his beard. "Nothing serious must have happened, I'm still wearing my pants," he smiled, and Denver frowned.
"This isn't something to joke about Adam, I have a fucking boyfriend for crying out loud."
"One who will get suspicious if you don't call him back."
"Shit, you're right, what the hell am I supposed to tell him though? I don't even know what the hell went on."
"I don't know, but you should at least let him know that you are okay."
Denver stood up and dialed Hunter's number, she frowned when she got no reply, and was about to hang up when a voice answered the phone.
"Hello," it was a woman's voice, Denver looked at Adam, confused.
"Um... hi I'm calling for Hunter. Who is this?"
"Oh my God, Denver, is that you?" the voice got excited, and Denver suddenly knew who it was. It was the bitch who tried taking Hunter away while they were in their friend with benefits relationship. "It's me Robin."
"I know, what are you doing answering Hunter's phone?"
"I thought it would be obvious silly, me and Hunter hooked up last night."
"How did that happen?" Denver asked, tightening the grip on her phone.
"Well apparently, he called me over at around midnight. Something about this girl in New York was cheating on him with some guy."
"Good to know," she clenched her jaw. "Can I talk to Hunter?"
"Sure, he's making some breakfast," she laughed, Denver heard her walking and then talk to Hunter.
"Hunter, guess who's on the phone."
"Who?" he grunted, obviously not wanting to be bothered.
"Denver Sandusky," she states, and Denver heard him drop something.
"Can't you tell her I'm busy?"
"She can hear you, I hope you know. Denver, here he is."
"Hunter, what the fuck is going on?"
"Well it looks like I should be asking you that question."
"Don't you dare. I know you hooked up with Robin last night. She told me everything. Just because I didn't reply to your texts, doesn't give you the right to fuck some other chick."
"Denver, it's not what it sounds like."
"It sounds exactly like that. You had to fuck the first woman you could think of, just because you thought I was cheating on you. You didn't even give me a chance to wake up and explain whatever happened last night."
"What exactly happened last night?" he asked, his voice serious.
"I am not explaining anything to you. I don't even know why I attempted having a long distant relationship with you. You just lost the best woman you ever had, don't even bother calling or talking to me anymore. You should be glad I won't tell Izzy what you did, but if you try getting in touch with me I will tell Izzy exactly what happened, and trust me she will get on the first plane to Philly just to kick your ass," Denver threatened before hanging up on him.
Denver slid down to the floor, leaning her head against the wall, tears filled her eyes. Adam got up from the couch, sitting down next to Denver, wrapping his arms around her.
"How could he do this to me?" she rested her head on his shoulder. "Am I a fucking idiot thinking that I could actually trust him in a long distance relationship?"
"He's the fucking idiot, not you."
"How the hell am I supposed to tell Izzy about this? She will actually go to Philly and kick his ass."
"Easy. Just say it was mutual and she'll go along with it."
"I hope your right, but how can she believe that? She can easily read my expressions, she will know I've been crying."
"Just say it still hurt and she'll understand. As long as we're careful, she won't hop the plane to go punch his face in. Although with the situation with Kendall, she'd go punch someone for a Klondike bar."
Denver laughed, wrapping one arm around him, "You're so damn cute Adam Ross. We still have to deal with Kendall that b-itch. Here's to hoping I don't end up punching her too hard."
"It's still a mystery to me how Flack's the only one who can keep her in check," he remarked, kissing the top of her head.
"Who knows," Denver shrugged, loving the feeling of being in Adam's arms. "Good news is you can stop being jealous of me and Hunter now," she placed a kiss to his neck.
"True," he agreed. "Does any vindictive part of you wanna let it slip to her just so you can have the last word?"
"Maybe," Denver smiled. "I'll think about it. But hey I have the answer to your question from last night. It will take Hunter cheating to let me give you another chance."
"That's good," he replied, unsure about what was happening at the moment.
"Adam, you know you are the only guy who has never hurt me. I don't know what took me so long to realize that, I can lose faith in all other guys except you. What was I thinking getting in a relationship with a guy like Hunter?" she kissed his cheek, her lips trailing down to his neck.
"Denver, are you sure about this?"
"I am extremely sure about this. You are the only guy who knows how to treat me right."
"Then okay," he whispers, looking down at her with a smirk.
Denver stopped what she was doing and pulled back, looking in his eyes, "Before anything happens between us, promise me you won't do anything to make me regret giving us another chance."
"Have I ever?" he asked quietly, his arms tensing around her.
"No, you are pretty perfect to me Adam. No guy ever comes close to being able to compare to you," her fingers play with his hair. "I just hope I don't disappoint you."
"I'm the one that has to worry about disappointing you," he told her, lowering his mouth down to hers.
Denver groans into the kiss as Adam's tongue brushed against her bottom lip, she wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened.
The sound of the door opening made them break apart when Isabella walked in with Don, her lips on his. Then she turned around to see the people before them. "¿Qué pasa?" she said sheepishly. Don's arms were around her waist, his lips on her neck.
"Um... hey Iz," Denver got up off the floor, grabbing Adam's hand to pull him up. "It's not what it looks like."
"Neither is this," Isabella replied quickly, shoving Don out the door and slamming it behind her. "Psh, if you think I'm taking Don back here because my shower's bigger, then you're wrong."
Denver looked at Izzy, shaking her head, "Sex in the shower Iz? Apparently you forgot I live in your apartment too."
"Don't act like you've never had sex in my apartment. And by the way, I said if you jumped to that conclusion, you'd be wrong," Isabella reminded her and opened the door. She pulled Don back in with a guilty smile. Her hand wound in his as she pulled him towards the bedroom. "Besides, we're only here because I need to change my clothes."
"Then why's Don here?" Denver asked, crossing her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow.
"What if I need help tying or zipping something?" Isabella pointed out. "Adam would not want to see all this." She gestured to herself and pointed to Don. "He has, so I'm using him."
Denver covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. "God, I so did not need to know that! Go, for the love of God!"
"Does this mean I should go?" Adam asked nervously, not sure what to think.
"No, you don't. I was just kidding," Isabella replied and gestured to Don to stay. "Be right back."
"Apparently last night went very well for you two," Denver looked up at Don.
Don grinned. "I don't have any complaints and I can guarantee shoe doesn't either," he responded. The bedroom door opened and Isabella hopped out, shoving one foot in a black ballet flat. Her dark hair was pulled over her shoulder in a low side pony-tail, dressed in a purple V-neck T-shirt and a pair of destroyed light blue skinny jeans.
"What'd I miss?" she asked once she was standing up straight. Her blue eyes rested on Denver and narrowed. "We're talking later."
Denver looked from Adam to her best friend nodding, "Alright, you and Don go have your fun, but not too much fun okay?" she teased.
"Which means have fun and don't get pregnant, right? You ruin all my fun. Anyways, we're going out to breakfast, so we'll see you later," Isabella told her as she closed the door behind her.
"And that's my best friend," Denver sat down on the couch.
Adam sat down, holding her hand in his, "You know breakfast sounds good right about now."
"Alright, but after breakfast, we're finishing what we started before we got interrupted."
"Sounds good to me," Adam leaned in to give Denver a quick kiss. Things were finally looking up for them, Adam was kind of glad that Hunter screwed it up. Now it was just him and Denver, only thing that was in the way was Kendall Novak.
