Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 108

"This nightclub is way bigger than any I've been to before. Kent kept his promise to take me out for a night on the town, and it was wild."

"We were totally wasted, and we didn't know anyone around. It was a blast. The strobe lights were going wild, and EDM was blasting from every speaker. I was soaked in sweat and glitter, like a regular at this place."

"Kent and I were both drowning in joy as we took shots. We spent the whole holiday with our wild families, and it was clear we were indulging in some adult fun."

"We're hammered. Like, really hammered."

"Should we head back?" Kent slurs, and I nod in agreement.

"We stumble out of the nightclub, and he chuckles as he arranges a cab for both of us. Somehow, we manage to get into the cab. Kent rambles about where we're headed, and we share an awkward kiss in the backseat all the way back to the hotel. The driver seems irked by our behavior until Kent tips him generously."

"I only remember collapsing on the bed when we reach the room. The room was stunning and incredibly romantic when I first laid eyes on it. It was enormous, and so was the bed. I hear him flop down beside me."

"Whenever I go to the bathroom or head to bed, I'm acutely aware of how drunk I am. This room was quite spacious, and the ceiling was hard to make out."

"Did you have a good time?" Kent mumbles, rolling towards me as I roll my eyes.

"Of course, I did," I defend myself as I roll over to face him. "I can't recall ever seeing you this drunk before," I say as I trail my fingers over his face. He snorts and chuckles.

"I don't trust others enough to drink this much around them. I tend to say things," he says, shrugging. "But I'd rather you know, considering how much you already know."

I didn't really feel that way, but I thought it was best to let Kent share things on his terms. Pressuring him never worked, but compared to most people in the world, it's possible that I knew more about him.

"You're really handsome," he mumbles, grabbing my hip, making me smile. "See? I used to be told not to say that."

"Thanks for being honest," I roll my eyes, and he pulls me closer, kissing my lips. I had been thinking about the promise he made earlier in the day before we left our apartment. Since the day had been so busy, this was our first chance.

He pulls me on top of him by guiding my leg over his waist. I sigh as I watch him rise slowly, sliding my coat off my shoulders. He's drunk, and we probably shouldn't be doing this. I've had a lot to drink, but he's way more inebriated.

Tonight, I went out in my black dress and a pair of heels. Back home, I wouldn't bother dressing up so much for a night out, but we were in New York. I gasp as I feel his hands slide down my back, over my behind, and grip it firmly.

"Oh well."

I grasp his shirt buttons and pull down his coat, his mouth trailing down my neck as I sigh and attempt to remove his clothes. His fingers move over my skin, up my arms, and reach the straps of my dress. I can feel him slowly unzipping it, and my skin tingles. I can't believe I have to hold off on this.

He swiftly pulls down my dress, and my breasts spill out. I hold my breath in fear, and his lips trail down my body, capturing my breast.

"Kent," I whisper softly, and he moves to the other side. I rest my forehead on the top of his head, running my nails over his shoulders. "Did you bring a condom with you?" I murmur, and he smiles, nodding, and gazing into my eyes.

"I like to keep my promises," he says, pressing his lips against mine. I reach down between us, undo his belt, and quickly undo the button on his pants.

I unzip his pants and take a peek inside, but I'm underwhelmed. Nothing. Everything comes to a halt, and I step back, meeting his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I whisper, embarrassed as I move my hands to pull my dress back up over my chest.

"Nothing," he quickly replies. "It's not you; it's..." His gaze lingers on my partially covered cleavage, and I gasp. "It's not you, that's for sure."

"Well, then, what?"

"I'm not sure," he says softly, shaking his head, not entirely convinced.

"It's okay," I stammer, clearing my throat. "Let's just go to bed," I suggest.

"I don't want to," he insists. "I do, it's just... I have whiskey dick," he admits.

I knew he'd had too much to drink. Why did we even start this? I'm stuck now, with nowhere to go.

"So, you can't?"

"No," I nod as he sighs and reclines on his hands.

"Then tomorrow," I murmur, kissing his cheek. "That's fine, I'm not upset."

I slide off his lap and pull my dress down over my butt before walking across the room to my bag.

"I'm sorry, Juls," he groans.

"Don't blame yourself," I shake my head. "This wasn't a good idea anyway."

I rummage through my belongings and choose a t-shirt and a pair of cotton underwear for bed. I halt and lean down to remove my heels one at a time, then let out a sigh and run my hand through my hair.

"Once, after a party, I couldn't get it up either," he mumbles again, shaking his head.

"Kent, please don't tell me about that," I say, lips pressed together, and sigh. I didn't need to know about his past experiences with other women. I knew he'd been with quite a few of them, but I didn't need to know the specifics. The only silver lining was that I didn't know any of those girls.

"I was scared Piper would kill me," he mumbles, leaning back on the bed. I turn around quickly to face him.

"What?" I ask, my tone growing dangerously sharp.

Did I hear him correctly? Piper. Piper. The one girl I couldn't have cared less about him touching.

"She was angry," he sighs, his eyelids drooping.

"Oh, not as angry as I'm going to be," I warn as I march over to the bed. "Kent!" I yell and shake him, but he's gone. He's so sleepy that he just blurted out the worst possible thing.

I feel a wave of emotions washing over me. I had told him to be honest about his history with Piper, and it had taken a while. There were some moments between them. What if he had told more lies? What if he and Piper were actually involved before he and I started dating?

I can't just stand here, or my mind will start racing. Angry tears well up in my eyes. I quickly leave, go to the bathroom, and lock the door. I sit on the floor and start sobbing.

How many more of Kent's frustrating emotional moments will make me feel like this? I've been so miserable ever since we started whatever it is we're doing. I cry when he hurts me or makes me feel bad.

Things would have been different if he had been open with me from the start of our relationship. So much of what he does is shrouded in secrecy, and it drives me crazy, breaking my heart.

What should I do next?