Eight: Crazy

"Oh, sorry for interrupting you!" Someone cried from the crowd standing by the door. 

Seth and I flinched for a second time, and moved away from each other. Practically, we had both acted like criminals who had been caught committing a crime. I really didn't want to believe what was happening. I would never have expected the journalists to come into the room I had paid for, for the night. 

All I wanted was for the bed to swallow me at this moment. 

Erin walked to me with widened eyes. She glanced at Seth, turned to me, glanced back at Seth, turned back to me. She was totally dazed. Obviously. 

"Louella? What's going on?" She whispered. I would rather say she was being dramatic. Why had she moved her eyes that way? And why in the world was she whispering as if I had been doing something with him?

I sighed, quite worried. "How did the media get here? Nothing was happening between us, trust me."

She ran her fingers through her hair, sighed. "Girl, I was only gone for a few days, and now, this had to happen?" 

"It's not like I knew it would," I defended myself. 

She shook her head for some reason. "Fine, get up now."

I turned to Seth, glared hard at him. Until now, I hadn't noticed he was wearing a boxer. What a relief. But woah, what would everyone think now? How could he have kissed me? It had been like we were about to do something. How in the world did these people get into the room? 

"Can you see what you've caused?" I groused at him. 

Hearing my voice, he turned to me, scowling as well. "See, we've got to look for a way to cover this. If we don't get rid of these journalists, this matter will be the topic of discussion tomorrow morning."

"Can you see how much you've ruined my reputation?" I rolled my hands in a fist, totally enraged. Only if he had left the room earlier, none of this would have happened. 

He snorted. "Your reputation? Ridiculous."

Saying that, he hopped from the bed, walked to the journalists who were trying to find their way into the room. What was he planning to do now?

“Seth Lee, are you truly having an affair with her?”

“Were you planning to harass her or something? Why was she ringing the emergency button?”

“Are you both in a relationship?”

Those were the questions they were asking him. Oh, no, not an affair! 

He exhaled, ran his hand through his face, gazed intently at them. "This is a misunderstanding. Well, you see, Louella and I are in a relationship. We wanted to order a drink, but then, she accidentally rang the emergency button, instead of the care service button."

I gawked, and jumped from the bed. This man was definitely insane. 

"But sir, she rang the button multiple times. Why was that?" The journalist pointed out. 

I cooked in anger and a bit of fear, then hurried over to them. "You all shouldn't—"

"We were kind of doing the wall-kissing thing. So while she was leaning her back over the wall, she was accidentally pressing the button," he lied further. 

I was tense, infuriated, so scattered, really speechless. When he had said we had to cover this issue, I hadn't thought he would say something this crazy. In a relationship? Gosh, what would they think of me now? This man had ruined my reputation!

"Stop lying!" I faced him, throwing hard glares at at him. I pointed a finger at him, my teeth clenched. "Hey, I don't even know you. I've only met you once. Lying to them won't solve the problem. You should just tell them you came into the wrong room."

"Our relationship is a private one." He walked past me, resumed speaking with the journalists. "So please, don't mind her. She's denying this cause she doesn't want anyone to find out. I don't understand how you all managed to get in here, but please, can you leave this instant? We were in the middle of something."

"Oh my goodness." That came out in a whisper. I couldn't stop boiling. I put my hands over my mouth, feeling the need to stab him soon. 

Middle of something? Him? Me? Us? Yuck! 

Neo, Leo, and some other men began to ask all the journalists to leave the room. As soon as they all stepped out, a middle-aged woman hurried to Seth, Erin, and me, seeming like she was fretting. 

"Mr. Lee, I'm so sorry for this. We gave her the wrong room," the woman said. 

I glared even harder. What type of service did they offer in this hotel? Also, he glared. We were both glaring. 

"Stupid service," he spat out. Walking to the bed, he slipped on a white, cotton robe, tied its string, and turned to the door. 

I just frowned at him as he acted like an angry ram. I was equally angry, or maybe even more angry. He had tried to prevent his reputation from being ruined, but I felt he had only worsened the matter. 

"How can you make such a mistake? Do you realize what you've caused?!" I roared at the woman. 

She lowered her head. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. This is a mistake from one of our workers. For compensation, we'll refund your money, and let you stay in a more comfortable room, for the night."

"I'll leave instead." When I heard Seth say that, I turned to him. He already had his bag in his hand. As soon as he took a step forward, about ten men hurried over to him, and walked behind him. About stepping out, he glimpsed at the woman. "For what you've caused tonight, your hotel will make a lot of loss in the next one month."

"S-Sir." I saw tears in the woman's eyes as she hurried to him. "Please, don't do that. We'll give you all you need. We'll compensate you at all costs. Don't—"

He cut her off by walking past her, and walking out of the room. As soon as he did so, I snapped my fingers at Leo and Neo, gesturing they should take the poor woman out of the room. And then, it was Erin and I left. 

She rolled her eyes, dropped her hands on her waist. "And now, you'll just stand there?"

"Erin!" I rushed to her, threw my body against hers. "Gosh, I'm freaking out! I'm so sorry for making you feel hurt. What am I gonna do now? That dude's ruined my life."

"That's okay. Calm down." She patted my back, spoke as calm as possible. "You'll just have to choose the right thing. It's either you guys pretend to the media, or you run away from this situation."

I pulled away from her, bit my lower lip hard, groaned at myself. "I swear, that man will pay for what he's done. He lied to the media!"

She sighed. "Come and have a seat first. You need to calm down."

"How in the world did everyone get into the room?" 

"I'll explain everything, only if you take your seat."

Helpless, I just nodded, and walked to the bed with her. 

So, did this mean I was doomed? And, was I to pretend like we were actually in a relationship, or was I to run away? 

I guessed I just had to calm down. Again, this would pass. I was Louella. 

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