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Connor freezes and takes a deep breath in. I knew this would be hard for him. He’s been calling Cara daily and only gotten a few replies. He closes his eyes as the others talk and then shouts, “I’m in.” I give him a grateful smile then look at everyone else. They all nod and I clap my hands.
“Okay let’s get to work.”
Twenty-Seven
Memphis
Something is going on with Cara. I can tell, and since Lay has gone back to Kansas I think now is a good time to get her to open up to me. Plus, I need to tell her I want to fuck her boyfriend. God do I want to fuck him so bad. I never knew what I was imagining could be so incredible. Now if only I could add Cara to the mix. Then that would be pure bliss.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Gem asks me, coming over to the couch to hand me a bottle of water. She and Cara went out for lunch. Said they needed a girl’s day, but I overheard her mention a doctor appointment coming up so maybe they did that too. I know she has to have yearly checkups since her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer at a young age.
Just the thought of Cara being sick like that makes me ill and want to destroy something. I take a sip of the water and groan.
“I did something the other night and now I’m struggling to tell Cara about it.” Gems eyes light up and she plops on the seat next to me, giving me her full attention. “I may have fooled around with Layton,” I mumble and her eyebrows furrow with confusion.
“I thought you were straight? Not that there's anything wrong with fooling around with a man, but you just didn’t seem the type,” she says with a shrug, then steals my water, taking a sip and grimacing. “We need something stronger for this conversation.” I laugh and she gives me a smile. “So why are you freaking out about this? Cara is cool with Lay being with guys. I guess her ex Jase and him were together too. Lucky bitch.” My knuckles fist at the thought of her and Lay being with someone else, and I breathe, trying to calm down. Gem catches my reaction and gives me eyes full of pity.
“You love her Memphis. Just give in. Trust me, that girl is head over heels for you. Would do anything for you. I honestly don’t see the issue. Plus now you’re screwing her guy…seems like Fate.” She hands my drink back then stands and walks away. I sit here thinking about what she said, then go in search of Cara. I think it’s time we finally had the talk.
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“Are you sure you don’t want something to drink shortcake?” I ask Cara once more, holding out a bottle of beer. She gives me a smile and a small shake of her head.
“I’m good, promise.”
Whatever, more for me.I shrug and take a big sip. We have to write a new song to present to the band and I’m having trouble focusing. I need to have a conversation with her, but I can’t keep my eyes from drifting to her tits.
I don’t know when it happened, but I swear Cara’s breasts have grown two sizes since she’s been with me on tour. Sitting in front of me with some pajama shorts and a tank top, I’m having trouble controlling my dick.
“Memphis, did you hear me?”Shit. What did she just say?I quickly stand up and move to the kitchen.
“Honestly shortcake, I’m starving. Let’s get some food, then I can focus again.”
She rolls her eyes but nods, “Yeah, some pizza sounds great.”
I raise my brow at that. “We had pizza last night. How about Mexican?”
Her nose scrunches up and she suddenly looks like she may be sick.
“Oh right, that burrito gave you food poisoning. How about Chinese?”
“Sure whatever you want, Memph,” she whispers, looking sad. I set my beer down on the counter and look at her.
“Okay, I know that face. What’s wrong?” I ask and she wipes her eyes.
“It's so silly, but pizza sounded really good. I’m fine really. Order whatever you want.”
She’s sad because I said no to the pizza. I shake my head and go find the menus I have in a drawer.Girls are so weird.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick.” She bustles out of the room, like her ass is on fire. I don’t know what is going on with her, but she's not acting right. I grab my phone and send my mom a text.
Me: Okay, cut the horseshit. What's going on with Cara?
It doesn't take her long to reply and Cara is still in the bathroom.
Mom: What do you mean sweetie?
Me: She’s not acting like herself. What really happened at school? Why did she leave?
