Chapter 5 No.5

Rule Number One: Never Make a Move On Someone Else's Man

With the guys settling in, we all hung out more. Ryan would be here within the next week. They were all wrapped up at the hotel, and Charles didn't need Ryan's help anymore.

I called Ryan to see how things were going. As the line connected, I heard not his voice, but a female voice answer, "Hello?"

"Where's Ryan?" I asked her.

"Ryan is busy now," she mentioned in a tone that I didn't like.

"What's he doing?" I asked, hoping it was nothing.

"He's in the shower right now." Panic set in. Then what I heard after that made my blood run cold. "I was about to join him. Is there something you needed?"

"Not anymore," I said, ending the call - Jules. I let the phone drop to the ground and started sobbing.

Ryan came out of the bathroom with only a pair of jeans on. His hair wet, pulling a tee-shirt over his head. Jules set his phone down, pleased with her antics.

He looked at her and snapped, "What are you doing here, Jules?"

"I came here to have you sign these papers," she said, showing him some paperwork.

"And this couldn't have waited," he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Your father needs them right away," she responded.

He went over to his top drawer, opening it and pulling out a pair of socks. He walked over to Jules, snatching the papers out of her hand. He sat on the side of the bed. He looked at his phone, then at her, "Why has my phone moved?"

"It rang while you were in the shower, so I answered it. It was some solicitor, so I told them you weren't interested and not to bother you anymore, that you were a busy man."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Why didn't you let it go to voicemail?"

"I figured you wouldn't like that," she reasoned.

He stood up and walked towards her, backing her against a wall. "No one answers my phone except me, period. You're on fragile ice, Jules. I've better not find out you did anything, or you won't like me," he said in a shallow, intimidating voice.

"Y-yes-sir," she stammered.

He backed away and finished signing the papers, shoving them at her. She scurried out of the room. He opened the phone and checked his call log to find there was no recent call. He shrugged, tossing the phone back onto the bed.

As he left, the screen lit up with a name.

I called him again, but no answer. I hung up before it went to voicemail. My heart dropped. My mind raced with all the thoughts of what they were doing now. Where their lips and hands were. My adrenaline surged throughout my body, and I let my anger take control.

I pushed things off the desk in a fury. I threw stuff across the room. I picked up a picture frame with us in it and smashed it against the wall. I was sobbing, letting my rage take full effect.

The bathroom door swung open with the guys watching as my rage became unhinged.

"What the actual fuck?" They exclaimed in unison.

They ran over, trying to grab me, but I fought them off as I threw stuff at them, almost hitting them in the head. They ducked. Frazier finally got a hold of me, ducking out of the way, and pinned me to the floor in a bear hold.

Jordan made a call.

I thrashed about, but Frazier held me tighter, whispering into my ear. "Shh, Alex, it's okay."

"No, it's not okay," I screamed as I sobbed.

"I need you to calm down and tell me what happened," he said in a soothing voice.

"Ryan, Jules, shower," I screamed as it racked my body with sobs. The guys looked at each other and mouthed, "Oh, shit."

I sobbed as Frazier held onto me, rocking me like a baby. My body finally gave out, and I fell asleep. Frazier picked me up and carried me to their room, laying me on his bed while closing the door behind them.

As he came back to the girl's side, Elena, Marissa, and Cole had arrived.

"What the hell happened here?" Marissa asked, seeing the mass destruction of our room.

"Shh, she's finally sleeping," Frazier whispered.

"That still doesn't explain why our bedroom looks like a war zone," Elena said.

Marissa leaned over and picked up the broken picture frame. "No, but this might." She handed her the frame.

Elena took it from her. "What did my idiot brother do now?" She shook her head.

Then my phone screen lit up. Jordan picked up the phone.

"It's Ryan," Jordan informed them.

They all looked at each other and decided not to answer it. Not that everyone didn't want to, but everybody had to figure out what exactly happened.

They cleaned up the room, trying to get it back into some order.

"Man, remind me never to piss off Alex," Frazier sighed.

"Does this happen a lot?" Cole asked.

"Only a few times, but Mom was there to calm down," Elena answered.

"What happened?" Marissa asked.

"Ryan cheated on me with Jules," they heard a voice say.

They turned around to find me standing in the doorway. I had a blank look on my face, and my tone was calm. I walked right by everyone, grabbing my phone, and left. I didn't need everyone's pity, but I needed some space.

In the next few days, I kept to myself, and I had many missed calls, voicemails, and text messages from Ryan. I couldn't bring myself to answer them. I even tried to see about changing suites, so I didn't have to see him when he came. It hurt too much.

The guys made excuses every time he called them, trying to cover for me. Plus, they weren't happy with him now and confused about the entire thing.

Finally, Ryan called Frazier and demanded answers. "Frazier, I know you know what's going on. She's not answering any of my calls. What is it?"

He took a deep breath. "Alex says you cheated on her with Jules. Is it true?"

"Why would I cheat on her with that stupid bitch?" Ryan asked, his tone filled with annoyance.

"I don't know, man. Alex said something about you and Jules in the shower," Frazier claimed.

Frazier heard an exasperated sigh. "No, it's not true, and I will kill her. I knew she was up to no good when I found her in my room. Solicitor, my ass!"

"So, it didn't happen?" Frazier asked.

"No, you idiot! It didn't happen!" Ryan barked.

"Well, all I know is, she went into one hell of rage that day and destroyed her room. You better fix this, Ryan!" Frazier snapped.

"Oh, I will fix this all right, starting with Jules. It's time she learns rule number one," Ryan reminded him.

"May have God have mercy on her soul," he chuckled.

"It's not funny, you idiot! Now I need you two fools to help me and get the girls involved. It's time for a surprise," he told Frazier.

Frazier listened to everything Ryan said, then ended the call. Jordan, Cole, Elena, and Marissa stood there waiting.

"Whelp, we have a job to do," he said as he explained everything to them.

Ryan made his way into the hotel, signalizing for Jules to follow him. Once they were inside an office, Ryan closed the door. Jules had never seen this side of Ryan. The ruthless and feared look.

He sauntered over to her, boring into her skull. His eyes were darker, and it wasn't anger, but pure hatred and rage.

She cringed as he moved closer. He leaned into her ear with a husky voice, whispering, "Rule number one: never make a move on someone else's man. I value honesty, loyalty, and respect, which you have none. Did you think I would give up a woman like Alex for a whore like yourself? I did my research. I'm not the first guy you have tried this with, but I will be the last."

"What are you going to do?" She asked with a shaky voice.

"That's none of your concern, but I will do nothing. Those women are," Ryan said as he walked over and opened another door.

Two women entered the room and walked over to her, grabbing each of her arms.

"I don't hurt women that's Un-gentleman like, but they do, then they make sure you're no longer a threat," he promised her.

"You can't do this! I'll call the cops!" she screamed.

"You won't. I've already spoken to my mother, and she has something special planned for you. My dad, well, he already took care of the cops," he assured her.

Her face filled with fear as they dragged her out of the room while she kicked and screamed. They closed the door behind them, and Ryan unlocked the other door.

Charles strolled in and sat down in a chair. "Is it finished?"

"Yeah, but not with a mess I have to clean up first. Stupid women, always thinking they're smarter than most," he grumbled.

"Yeah, but sometimes guys are dumb," Charles reminded him.

"How did you and Mom survive, Katia?" Ryan asked him.

He rubbed his chin. "I married a smart woman."

"But you never cheated on Mom, right?" Ryan asked him.

"Let's say that I made my fair share of mistakes with your mother and leave it there. Trust is vital in any relationship, and so is love. Go get your girl, or it will piss off your mother, and you can deal with her," he said, getting up and walking out of the office.

Everyone hung out with me, trying to get me to go out and have fun with them. I knew what the others were trying to do. They were trying to get my mind off Ryan. Even though I was angry at him, my heart still ached. Ever had that time where your brain says they're not worth it, but your heart refuses to listen? Yep, that was me now.

I wore some comfy clothes and settled into my bed while I read a book. Everyone was getting ready to hit a pub around the corner.

"Come on, Alex! You can't hide forever. You're not Quasimodo," yelled Frazier.

"Do you even know who Quasimodo is?" I shot back.

"Yeah, he's that little dude in the Disney film with a hump on his back," Frazier retorted.

"Look, I'm not hiding, and I know you guys are trying to help. I want a peaceful night alone with an enjoyable book," I said to them.

"We get it. We'll leave you be. Come on, everyone," Jordan said, giving me a slight smile and waving everyone to the door.

As Frazier walked by, he mumbled, "Until you get a surprise visitor."

I gave him a confused look, and Jordan slapped him on the back of the head. "Ow, what was that for?"

"Dude, you will ruin everything with your enormous mouth," he leaned in, whispering to him.

"Oh, right," he grinned.

They finally left, and I shook my head. I have grand friends, but I sometimes wonder if their parents dropped them on their heads as babies. Frazier, I know.

It was a half-hour since everyone left, and I'm enthralled with my book when I heard a knock on my door. I ignored it and went back to reading. Then the rap became more frequent. Finally, I put my book down and found out which idiot was keeping me from my book.

"Frazier, I already said I wasn't going out," I yelled, walking to the door. I turned the handle, opening the door.