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But we were interrupted then.
“Hard Fought! Oh my god!” A chick’s scream jerked me out of my haze of depression. A thin blonde thing ran up to us, fake boobs jiggling. “I love you guys so much!”
The girl slapped her hands to her chest, clasping her hands together to smash her boobs together and make them look bigger. She was skinny with a lot of blonde extensions, and to most dudes, she would probably be pretty. I knew well enough what fake tits looked like, though. None of us wanted to touch that.
“Thanks, honey,” came my smooth voice. “Appreciate it.”
I wanted to kick her to the curb but forced myself to be chill.
“You guys are my absolute favorites!” she gabbled. “You have to know that.” The girl reached out and grabbed a passing waiter, shoving an expensive phone in his hand. “Take my picture with them.”
Shit.
Well, at least the girl was nice enough to wait until we were done with dinner.
We all stood up to take a picture with the groupie and I smiled and flirted because it was my job. My heart wasn’t in it but hey, what did that matter?
The chick ran off once she saw that none of us were interested in fucking her. And once she was gone, we sat back down.
“I guess it’s back to eating hamburger once we give up this steak, huh?”
Hudson blinked, looking confused but Brody got what I was saying right away. He poked at the leftover piece of steak on his plate. Rubbery and disgusting.
“Yeah,” came that low voice. “We might as well enjoy her while we can. It fucking sucks but what can you do? She deserves better.”
And with that, it was decided. We were gonna love our girl a couple more times, but it was only temporary.
Because soon enough, Kate would have to go … taking our hearts with her.9KateWas Helena gonna ask me why I wanted it?
I checked my hair and face in the mirror one more time before sitting down in front of the open laptop. According to the clock, it was exactly six thirty when FaceTime chimed.
Okay. Here we go...
With butterflies in my belly, I answered the FaceTime call and forced myself to sit still, a professional smile in place. The sight of Helena’s stern face always made me uncomfortable. She looked just as uptight as the first time, mouth pursed into a judgmental pout. A strong burgundy lip and thick mascara were heavy, but professional. The woman briefly glanced at her watch before looking at me through the screen.
“Good evening, Kate.”
I stammered out a greeting and smoothed my damp hands down my thighs.
Can she tell? Does she know that I had sex with the band? That I let them all touch me?
“How’s it going?” I tried in a chirpy voice like nothing was wrong.
It felt like the stern woman was dissecting me through the screen. She had to know. There was no other reason for her to stare, eyes calculating and crafty.
She knows…or does she?
I took a deep breath.
“Did you know...? I-I mean…have you heard—” I stammered, unable to finish. Never had a female been so intimidating. Women were supposed to be easier to talk to, not harder. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat, past the embarrassment, and tried again. “Did you know that the men wanted...?”
I still couldn’t say the words. We sat in silence until Helena steered the conversation in the right direction.
Her expression didn’t change. The woman looked cool and calm, as my temperature rose, palms damp and clammy.
“I hired you because you’re right for the job,” Helena stated neutrally. “Why? Do you have concerns?”
Not knowing what to say, I hesitated.
Does she know I was banging all three guys just a few hours ago? Did she set all this up?
In the end, it didn’t matter though. What the woman knew was irrelevant. I asked her to call me for one reason and one reason alone. It was time to ask.
“I need birth control,” I said quickly, cursing my stutter. “I really need it, ASAP. Could you help me make a doctor’s appointment?” My voice finished on a whisper, barely audible.
Because Helena made me more nervous than Hard Fought. When it came down to it, she was the one that would fire me if I wasn’t right for the job. The guys wanted to keep me around for obvious reasons.
Because it’s been a month since I started work. All three members of the band have been with me constantly, making me scream and writhe with pleasure. I have sex with each and every one of them at least once each day, if not more, taking them one on one, two on one, even three on one. And it’d been long enough that I was starting to worry about the risks. Getting pregnant wasn’t an option—especially not during the tour.
