I felt slightly awkward too as I stared at Xander.
Xander immediately shrugged. "Stop imagining things. It was a mistake." He instantly turned to look a t Jerome with an angry face. "You'd better explain to them how I ended up here."
Jerome looked like he was about to cry. "Alright. No good deed goes unpunished. Now I fully understand what that means."
He turned his head and looked at me. "He got drunk at the club. I picked him up and brought him here."
"Hah, you're good at picking someone up. Not only did you pick up a guy but he's also a superstar." Cecilia scoffed at Jerome, refusing to believe what he said.
"It's true." Jerome panicked. "Last night, I passed by a private room by accident. And I saw that this guy had gotten terribly drunk. He was almost molested by his female fans. Considering our previous acquaintanceship and to prevent him from getting on today's headlines, which would definitely cause a stir i n the entertainment industry, I fetched him back here."
"So does that mean I should be thanking you?" Xander pinched his brows as if he was trying to recall what
had happened last night.
It seemed he had really blacked out and could not remember anything.
"You shouldn't have brought me back here. If someone snapped a photo of me being dragged into a hotel by a man, the headline is going to be more scandalous than if I had gotten molested by my female fans." Xander looked at Jerome and frowned.
Jerome glared at him and replied angrily, "Do you think I wanted to bring you back here?! I asked where your house was and you refused to tell me. And when I asked you to call your assistant, you refused to. You didn't want to let me go either. If I hadn’t brought you back here, then should I have slept with you on the streets?”
Cecilia had a gossipy look on her face. She asked a question that made things worse. "There's only one bed in this room. You brought him back, and it was a long night."
"Shut up!"
Xander and Jerome yelled at her at the same time.
"I'm straight, and I can’t be any straighter. Stop talking nonsense and ruining my reputation." Xander had a temper. He was shouting now.
"Me too. I'm a straight guy.” Jerome was grunting resentfully.
I was afraid that both of them would want to prove themselves on the spot. I immediately said, "Alright, alright. It's late. Hurry up and get washed up. Let’s go downstairs for lunch."
Both of them looked at each other and snorted. Then, they turned around at the same time to enter the bathroom.
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