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“I fucked her,” I growled, spinning around. “And your girlfriend knows I did.”
Tyson’s eyes went wide. “What? Maeve didn’t tell me that. She just said that Lena was going through some stuff and probably wouldn’t come tonight unless we gave her someone to hang out with. I thought about having Mason Howard come since they’re friends, but he was busy—and Maeve mentioned setting her up with someone who wants to settle down—and so I called Colt—”
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I exploded, thinking of our old lead guitarist. He was off being a private teacher at some esteemed classical music college after saying that the rock star life didn’t line up with his values anymore. “Why would you do that?”
They’re a match made in heaven.
And I hated that.
“Dude…” Tyson held up his hands. “You haven’t mentioned anything about her. How was I supposed to know that you cared about her?”
“I don’t care about her,” I reasoned, shaking my head. “I…just…do whatever the hell you want. I’m not coming tonight,” I snapped, shoving the door open.
“No, you gotta,” Tyson argued, chasing after me. “This shit is really important. I need you there tonight.”
“Then Colt better not be there.”
“WHY?!” Tyson threw up his hands. “Jeez, Jackson, you’re making no sense right now! I seriously don’t even know what you want. I already invited Colt.”
Fuck!
I stood there, fuming for a moment—and also knowing that I had no reason to be fuming—it was the most confusing feeling I’d ever had. “I’ll just…I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you there, right?” he called after me as my Vans thudded down the stairs and I reached the bottom, feeling like a borderline psycho.
“Yeah, you’ll see me there,” I shouted back up the stairwell. “Just send me the information and I’ll show up.”
Maybe trashed as fuck, but I’ll show.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see the details for the party flash across the screen. I skimmed over the info, seeing that I had a solid ten hours before it started. I blew out a breath and opened the car door, sliding into the driver’s seat. I punched the steering wheel and groaned, letting out a moment of frustration.
Women had never gotten under my skin, and seeing a woman again after I’d slept with her had never bothered me in my entire life…so why did the thought of an old friend touching Lena make my stomach so sick? Wouldn’t it eliminate the problem?
Maybe I should see a doctor. Something is wrong with me.
15
LENA
“Ireally don’t understand how you think me having a date to the party is going to make it any better,” I groaned, standing in front of the mirror.
“It’ll just give you someone to talk to. No one said it has to go anywhere, though he is stable—and he wants to settle down. That’s the total opposite of Jackson.”
“I’m over that,” I commented, glancing over at Maeve before taking in my figure. “This dress is over-the-top.” The tight, black bodycon ensemble paired with red stilettos made me feel as though I was far out of my element. “This isn’t me.”
“Yeah, but this is a star-studded party.” Maeve smiled, ignoring the part about Jackson. I knew she wasn’t convinced. It had been weeks, and I still avoided anything that might put us in the same room—even if it meant spending less time with my best friend. Not to mention, life had taken a dramatic shift once my face hit the media.
I hadn’t caught anyone taking pictures of me, but people were staring.
And that was beyond awkward enough.
“You look hot. Just enjoy the fact that you have the curves to pull this whole thing off,” Maeve laughed.
“Yeah, and show all the curves in the wrong places too,” I mentioned, eyeing my stomach. It wasn’t exactly flat, and for some reason, the black dress seemed to accentuate that.
“That’s seriously all in your head,” Maeve dismissed me, her flawless red dress hanging on her thin frame. “Anyway, we need to get going—well, I need to get going. Colt will be here to pick you up in about thirty minutes.”
I nodded, apprehension building in my stomach. “Okay. I guess I’ll see you there.”
