Chapter 93 Confused - Simon POV
I wake up, a splitting headache immediately assaulting me.
Where am I? What the fuck happened? I groan when I try to sit up on the couch I'm lying on, but my stomach recoils, and I jump up looking for a bathroom.
I'm in Robert's place, and luckily the bathroom is the first door in the hallway, or I wouldn't have made it.
It feels like a truck ran me over. Every muscle in my body is screaming in pain.
I slump over the toilet bowl after throwing up.
Did I drink too much?
My head is feeling dizzy, and the last thing I remember is having dinner with Robert, my mind is blank after that.
I'm naked, and I carefully touch my tender asshole. It's gaping slightly, and leaking sperm.
Did we finally have sex?
If we did, was I so drunk that I can't even remember it?
I loved that Robert and I were taking things slow. He actually listened to what I have to say, and we were always making out, but never beyond that. Yes, I wanted us to have sex, but the relationship ran so much deeper than that.
Did we party after the restaurant? Why the hell can't I remember anything?
"Robert?" I call out into the quiet apartment, but there's no answer.
What time is it even? I am supposed to be at the company by ten.
I wash my face and use the mouthwash on the counter to try and get rid of the acrid taste in my mouth, but it doesn't work.
I find the clothes I was wearing last night scattered all over the living room, finding my phone in my jeans' pocket.
"Fuck!" It's almost nine, that means Robert has probably already left for work, and I don't have a lot of time to get to my place and get to the company.
Why didn't he wake me up at least?
I check my messages, there is one from him.
Robert: There's a key in the door, lock it, and leave the key under the mat.
What the fuck is that even? If we had sex, is that the kind of message you would leave someone?
I don't have much time to think things over though, I do as the message says and flag down a cab outside his apartment building, hoping I will be on time.
I pride myself in being on time, especially now since I've been getting solos, and recognised in the ballet world. It might be the start of big things for me, I'm not getting a reputation of being a latecomer.
I barely make it to the company before ten.
"Hey, are you okay?" Madison stops me, concern shining in her eyes where she's sitting outside Gregory's office. "Are you sick? You don't look so good."
I rub my forehead, sweat still pooling on my brow. "Yeah, I'm not feeling so great."
"Are you coming down with the flu?" She gets up and stretches to feel my forehead. "It seems you're running a fever. Why didn't you stay home?"
"Gregory is having his press conference today, I couldn't miss it." I take off my coat, feeling hot. "I think I might have drank too much last night."
Madison frowns. We've gone out a lot together, and I do sometimes overdo the drinking, but I have never felt like this before.
"At least we're not in a middle of a run or something." She's still looking at me in concern. "Let's go downstairs and get a good spot for the press conference. I'll buy you something greasy and a Bloody Mary after we find out the fate of our future."
This is why I love this girl. She's always trying to make others feel better, even if she's also going through the trenches.
I didn't even know she broke up with Ben, who she dated for years. She just never shows her weaknesses, especially not at work.
Almost everyone is already at the press conference, talking amongst themselves over what will happen to Gregory, and who will take over from him. I think we all know with an accusation like that, people always lose their jobs.
Gregory walks up to the microphone, poised as usual, followed by a younger black guy that I don't know.
The reporters immediately start throwing questions at him, but his lawyer steps up to the mike and holds her hands up.
"There will be no questions directed at Mr. Miller at this point, he's only here to give his statement."
Gregory nods at her. "Thank you. First, I would like you to meet my husband, Malik Miller. Malik is the dancer that is being speculated about, and I would love the press and the public to please respect his privacy."
Madison and I look at each other in shock. We didn't even know Gregory was married!
He proceeds to explain that yes, Malik was part of students he taught, but when they met he was already eighteen. Malik left after training, and they reunited almost six years later where they fell in love and got married. They have been married for eleven years, and at no point was Malik ever underage.
"In due light, my reputation has been smeared after working for this company for numerous years." He continues. "And for that reason, I am resigning as Creative Director, and I will be opening the Gregory Miller Ballet Company soon."
Everyone is stunned. We are all here because we wanted to dance for Gregory, is it even worth it if he's gone? And opening his own company? That is fucking bold in this world.
My phone goes off in a series of notifications, and I'm thinking it's probably my Google alert, but instead it's messages from Robert.
Robert: How could you do this to me? I thought we had something good.
What the hell did I do?
I frown as I open a video attached, and I immediately have to put the sound off because of the sexual noises.
It feels like all the blood in my body drains out of me.
The man on the ground with his legs wide opened being fucked ruthlessly, and with another dick in his mouth, is undeniably me. You can't see the faces of the other two men, only mine in what looks like a fucking amateur porn video.
Robert: I passed out, and you went and did this. We're fucking over, I never want to see you again.
I can hear Madison talking to me, but everything just sounds like a screech in my ears.
I just see black in front of me, before I hit the ground.