I rolled my eyes as the phone rang and stared at the familiar number. It was Jennifer; I didn't give it to her straight like I wanted to. I just couldn't do it. I know I brought it on myself and I promise once I get out of this situation it's only sex with people who know the deal. Some would say they would never have sex again but I'm not going to lie to God like that. I'm never giving up sex. I love it more than I love myself sometimes. I would turn the phone off but I don't want to do that until Brehan makes it up to my room. She was on her way, just a few blocks away, but there is no telling what could happen between there and here. She knows my room number and Carl knows she's coming so there shouldn't be any problems but just in case. Our relationship, our friendship is so strange to me. I mean, not that it's really strange but it's just surprising to me that I'm friends with someone like her. First, our initial meeting wouldn't lead anyone to think we would become friends but also she's a supermodel. I've never been one to spend any meaningful time with a supermodel. I mean, this is someone who earns a living looking beautiful and my mother still has to tell me to brush my hair before we go out in public. As if on cue there was a knock on the door. I walked over and opened the door to see her standing there with such a lifeless expression on her face,
"Hey, come in." She breezed past me and whatever she was wearing that filled my nose was unbelievable. I turned to see her facing me,
"Bathroom?" I pointed towards the closed door and she walked inside. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. How do you keep a supermodel entertained? I couldn't play video games and sex was out of the question. That was all I could think of to do with a girl in my hotel room. I can't remember the last time a girl was in my hotel room and we didn't have sex. She walked back out and immediately lounged on the couch. She didn't flop or even sit, she seemed to lie down in slow motion. I flipped the TV and stopped at ESPN, probably not what she wanted to watch but it was Sportscenter.
"He's good in bed." I looked over at her and back to the television to see Derek Jeter,
"What?" She pointed at the television,
"Derek. He's a good lay." I've never heard a woman, at least who wasn't on Sex and the City, talk so openly about sex.
"You slept wih Derek Jeter?" She nodded,
"Yeah." I have never slept with a celebrity before and I wonder how that happens. It's easy to sleep with regular girls, particularly the fans or groupies, but to initiate sex with someone who is just as famous as you, or maybe even more so, just seemed so pressure filled.
"How did you date?" She laughed and shook her head,
"Such the boy scout kid. What makes you think we dated because we had sex? We didn't date we just screwed. We met at a club and run in somewhat of the same circles. One night he invited me back to his place and we had sex." Sounds simple enough. However, since I don't really hang in celebrity circles that was not going to happen for me. Her phone rang and she pulled it our of her purse,
"Hello?" I lowered the volume on the phone so she could hear,
"Steven what am I supposed to do?" I sighed and shook my head. Here we go again with the drama and I was here so she wouldn't have to look far to complain and cry. This time she could really cry on my shoulder.
"I didn't mean it, she provoked me. She was in my house. Can you still come out?" He had to have answered no because her face contorted and she tried hard not to break down. I walked out onto the balcony to give her some privacy. She didn't really seem to mind if I heard her conversation or not, in fact, I think she forgot I was there. He causes her so many problems and I wish she would just leave him once and for all. There was just something about the guy. I would never like him. He could save my life and the mention of his name would still cause me to hurl. When I didn't hear any more sounds coming from the room I hesitantly poked my head inside to see her sitting down on the couch, her head hanging down. The asshole had done it again; he hurt her again. I sat down beside her,
"Are you ok?" She shook her head as she continued to look down,
"Do I look ok?" She held her head up and looked at me,
"Steven is mad at me. He was supposed to come out and see me but now he won't." She was so emotional; there was no middle ground with her. She was either up or down; and strangely enough I can handle it because it's how AJ was when he was going through his shit. So, I learned how to not take things so personally,
"Why is he mad at you?" I wanted to rub her back, tell her it was going to be ok but I didn't want to set her off.
"Because I hit his wife, she filed a lawsuit and a restraining order against me." His wife? Why did she hit his wife? Wait a minute, his wife. He's married. She's been fucking him and he's married?
"He's married? You've been sleeping with him while he's married?" She rolled her eyes,
"Yes, I love him and things just happened. I can't help who I love." Sure, that's what they all say,
"So, what? You didn't know he was married and by the time you found out you were in too deep?" She shook her head,
"No boy scout. I knew all along he was married and had a kid-" A kid?
"How could you do that?" She looked up at me as she wiped her eyes,
"Do what?" I may not have the best morals in the world but screwing up a family is something that I would not do,
"Did you think about that kid before you screwed up that family? You don't go around sleeping with married people. That's just wrong. What about the kid? Did you think of them?" She stood up quickly, her bag in her hand,
"Shut the fuck up Nick. I'm sick of it. Sick of you judging me like you know me. You don't know shit. You're just some damn pop star who has lived a sheltered life. If Evelyn was doing her job as a wife he wouldn't have been with me." She wasn't that stupid. I know she wasn't,
"You actually believe that? I bet he told you she wasn't there for him. Didn't love and support him." She shook her head,
"She didn't." I rolled my eyes,
"And you bought it?" She walked out of the room. I didn't bother to stop her and she didn't bother to say anything further. I can't believe how fucking stupid she is, just like all the other girls. They believe anything a man tells them just for the sheer hope that he may mean it but he never does. When the hell are they going to learn? I have to get out of here or I'm going to explode. I walked out of my room and ran into AJ,
"Where are you going in such a rush?" I shook my head,
"Out of here. I need some fresh air." He grabbed my arm as I tried to walk by him,
"Whoa. Where are you going and what's wrong?" I shook my head,
"Brehan pissed me off. I just need to get away." He called out after me about security but I just kept walking and where I was going in the middle of the night I don't know. I just had to get away. How could she do that? Sleep with a married man who had a kid. So she didn't care about the wife, I really didn't expect that but the kid was innocent and it's family pulled apart because his dad and another woman couldn't keep it in their pants. That has got to suck. He treats her like shit; so she broke up a home just to be unhappy. He isn't even worth it. He isn't worth fighting over. I can't believe she hit his wife and over his sorry ass. She just makes me so mad sometimes with her decisions. I made my way down the service elevator and once I was out of the backdoor I started walking.
Chapter 71
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