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“Thank fuck for that. There never seems to be enough time in the day,” I tell him, making my way to the other bedroom and pulling off my shirt as I walk into the adjoining bathroom after throwing my shit on the bed.
I don’t bother closing any doors as I strip and turn on the shower. My mind turns to the possible interview questions and how awful this could go as I get into the shower.
Was Lyrica suicidal?
Don't you think you should have stuck around to help after she overdosed?
Everyone thought you were the perfect couple. Where did things go wrong?
I often ask myself where things went off the rails. Tilting my head back, I let the water run over my blond hair. Lyrica has been on antidepressants for years, but always hated the way they made her feel. I’m not her babysitter, so I never said anything.
I’m shit when it comes to loving people. I wanted to make her happy. I went out and partied with her because she was fun when she went out. But after? The spiraling depression was awful.
I did some research on the plane on the way to the States and realized that recreational drugs, depression, and prescription drugs don’t play well together. Stupid mistake. The combination of Lyrica deciding to take one more pill and her prescription drugs tipped her over into an overdose. I decided to check on her after spending the night drinking and angry, only to find her lips blue and unresponsive.
There’s no better way to explain the way that night went down except that it was a series of bad decisions, much like our six year relationship. I kept making excuses for her, becausewhen we were good, it was incredible. I don’t ever want to make someone my entire world who doesn’t deserve it ever again.
Lips pursed, I wash my hair and body. My cock bounces against my stomach as I clean it, because it’s always hard. The piercing winks at me, and I know I’ll be fucking my hand later after spending so much time around Layla.
Finishing up, I turn off the water and dry off.
A glance at my phone on the bedspread as I walk into the room tells me I was in the shower longer than I intended to be, and I can see glimpses of the chick already dressed.
Damn, she really is fast.
Pulling on a pair of dark denim jeans without boxers, I rifle through my bag for a thin long-sleeved, dark blue T-shirt as well. While it’s warm in Ohio today, it’ll be colder inside of the buildings.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get dressed so quickly,” I call out into the living room as I pull on my shirt.
“The only time I take a bit longer is for a show, and that’s because of the makeup,” Layla says before she flops onto the couch. She smiles as she lays back in her cropped black shirt and black and white knee length skirt. There’s something chic in her outfit choice while also giving her rocker girl vibes with her choice of dark hoop earrings and multiple necklaces.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone else pull something off like that.
Forcing myself to turn away, I grab my toiletries bag and brush my teeth and style my hair. My hair looks effortlessly done in waves, just the way I like it.
Walking out of the room with my necessities stuffed into my pockets, I see Layla grab her bag and stand.
“Ready?” she asks. Layla is wearing high heels with her outfit that make me want to beg her to have them dig into my backwhile she bounces on my cock. Goddamn, there’s just something about her that drives me mad.
“Yeah,” I rasp, my mouth dry. Her makeup is done in light purples and browns that somehow make her blue eyes sparkle and appear doe-eyed. Needing to change the subject, I decide to tease her. “You mentioned wearing a knife, but I’m not really sure where it would fit.”
Tyler snorts as he walks down the hall with us, shooting me a “really”look. It’s the first thing that popped into my head, so sue me.
Layla turns to face me, pointing at a high slit along the right side of her skirt. “I strapped the thigh holster to my right leg. It rubs a touch, but it does the job,” she explains.
Fuck me.
As she turns back around to walk properly, I shake my head as my cock throbs in my pants. The chick is way too sexy for her own good. I’m glad she can take care of herself, but my dick is going to be wearing an indention of my zipper along it very soon if this keeps up.
Forcing my feet to move, I send Mav and Atlas a text to get their asses in gear. Thankfully, they step out of their room just as we begin to pass it.
Tyler wraps his arm around Layla, telling her how beautiful she looks, and she blushes for him. Her hair is artfully piled at the top of her head so it’s off her shoulders, which is probably smart for this weather. Curling my fingers, I deny the urge to fuck her hair up.
I can’t tell you what’s changed from yesterday to today, except that I can see the compassion and passion in Layla Campbell. She thinks I can’t see her, but I do, and I want to know more about what makes this chick tick.
I check out as we go down the elevator and then through the hotel. It’s pretty typical for me to get lost in my own thoughts,so Atlas and Mav don’t mention it. Sticking earphones into my ears, I play one of Layla’s songs, letting her words flow over me. Somehow, they help me a little as the bus takes us to the first interview. The first radio station is pretty close by, and I can see the sky begin to lighten up.
Kyle walks up with us to the radio station booth, and the co-hosts grin as they greet us.
