“Yeah. It’s called sex. You said it yourself. It’s no big deal, right?”
“Oh. My. God. You don’t evencareabout me.”
I sucked in a breath through my teeth, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “You are such a fucking child.”
“You are such a fucking pig!”
She stormed out, yanking the door behind her as she went. It had an anti-slam device that made it whoosh softly closed in her wake.
Jesus. Christ.
You do one nice thing for her and she thinks you’re fucking soulmates.
I stalked back into the kitchen and flicked on the coffee maker.
Fucking teenagers. The hell was I doing, having sex with one?
Avirginone.
One I couldn’t even blow off afterward…
Major fucking mistake.
And since when did I say I didn’t care about her? I never said I didn’t care about her.
But what the fuck did that have to do with anything, anyway?
* * *
That night, I went to a party. A grownup party, with grown-ass adults.
I hadn’t heard from Courteney all day, and I was hardly gonna chase her down if she wanted to storm out on me like a toddler.
The party was at my manager’s house. Just a classy little cocktail party.
And I helped myself to more than a few.
Brody and his new wife, Jessa, had just gotten back from their honeymoon. He was gonna be heading out on the road with Dirty for a bit, so this was sort of asee you all laterparty.
Brody had his baby boy on his hip pretty much all night, carrying him around like he was gonna be losing a lung when he had to leave him behind.
He was only gonna be gone like a couple of weeks, but I could see how that would be hard. The kid was cute.
Plus, his wife was a brunette bombshell.
Actually, the whole house was filled with hot chicks.
Among them was Jessa’s sister-in-law, Katie—Jesse’s wife—who was pregnant and home from the tour. I made a point of talking to her, asking how she was. She had a few more months until she was due, just before Christmas, but she said her doctor didn’t want her flying anymore.
So I also made a point of taking a selfie with her and sending it to her husband, who was on the road. With a message to the effect of,Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her while you’re gone…
Sure Jesse would appreciate that.
Yeah, so I was an asshole.
Stick to what you know, right?
Elle was there with her baby girl, but Seth, the kid’s dad, had just gone back out on the road with Dirty, too. So I also made sure to send him a photo of Elle—with my arm around her.