Howie was telling Kevin and me some story in the back of the limo on the way back from the hotel when he turned and looked over at me,
"Hey, I just remembered. You didn't tell us you met Brehan Locke today. What's with that?" I frowned, I swear on all that is holy, or whatever the hell Brian says, that nothing I do can be kept from these guys,
"How do you know?" Kevin nodded, seemingly knowing I was irritated that they knew yet one more thing that I didn't tell them,
"She was modeling for Versace at the Fashion show and she told us that she saw you at the photo shoot. She was at the Playboy mansion tonight, did you see her?" I nodded,
"Yeah, I saw her." Hopefully, that will be the end of the conversation. Oh, nope Kevin has to talk more. Why, why, why? One day I'm going to tell him he talks way too much at the wrong times,
"That dress was hugging in all the right places." he said with total appreciation. That it was, I can still remember it in my head. It was strapless, gray and stopped mid thigh. Her hair was pulled up in a sloppy ponytail and her neck was free for easy access. The best part of the outfit was the stilettos. Black, with diamonds, they weren't really shoes, there was just a few straps covering her feet. Damn sexy, nothing better than those CFMs as one of my exes called them. Come Fuck Me shoes. My ex, was she really an ex? A girl you occassionally had sex with but was never in a relationship with can't be considered an ex if I never called her my girlfriend can she? With that way of thinking I've probably only had one girlfriend since Mandy and I wasn't even close to being faithful to her, didn't even try and hide that I was sleeping around. Howie nudged me on the shoulder,
"So, why didn't you tell us you know her?" What is it with the world confusing seeing with meeting. Yes, I saw her, I was in the same area as her but I don't know her, was never introduced to her.
"I don't know her, she was just there at the same time I was." Kevin's eyebrows raised and I knew he was going to ask me something. Couldn't just leave at that, they had to keep going,
"You didn't put the moves on her?" Howie smiled,
"Yeah, she is hot huh?" Kevin nodded and I frowned,
"If she's so hot why didn't you go for her Howie? You're single too." I didn't wait for him to answer,
"Besides, that's not my type of girl, that's more you. I like my girls plain and simple." Kevin laughed,
"Yeah, they are simple alright. Putting up with your shit. I can't believe girls put up with that stuff and keep coming back for more." Why it was so hard for him to understand I don't know. They did the same thing for him when he was single and searching for whatever had long legs and breasts. Hell, women were all the same. No matter the race, religion, nationality, they all believed in fairytales, which made them gullible, and they all had the potential to be evil and conniving. Kevin tapped Howie on the leg,
"So, why didn't you go for her?" Thank God, the attention is off me. I need to make sure it stays that way,
"Yeah Howie. Why didn't you go for her?" Howie shrugged,
"She seemed like she had alot on her mind, it was right before the show, it wasn't the time." There will never be a right time for that ice queen. I meant to tell him that but a vision of her sitting in that room all by herself crying popped in my head. Who knew she had feelings, who knew she even had the ability to cry. If she hadn't been so cold to me earlier I might have felt really bad about that. Fuck, I was trying to be nice and she was still evil, the chick definitely has problems.
"So, we hardly say you what were you up to?" I looked over at Kevin, should I bother to tell them? They would find out anyway,
"I met this girl-" Howie laughed,
"Nicky and a Playboy bunny." I shook my head,
"Nope, she works at some store, I forgot where." I look over at Kevin and I knew it, he had something to say,
"You are at the Playboy mansion and you end up with a store clerk? What the hell is wrong with you?" Nothing is wrong with me. A girl is a girl, what difference does it make if she is a bunny or a waitress? She wasn't Princess Leah or Princess whoever the fuck Kristin was when they met. He always seems to forget his wife wasn't some accomplished anything when he met her. Truth be told, I don't want someone in the industry. I know they say it's easier because they understand what you go through but Mandy was in the industry, well kind of, and her ass couldn't handle it if her life depended on it. I mean, our relationship depended on it and she couldn't handle it. There are girls out there who have what it takes to be there for me without being a celebrity. Yes, I want a girl who has her on stuff going on but not so much stuff that she can't be with me. I don't need someone who has to rearrange schedules, flights, rehearsals, concerts, interviews and appearances just to come and see me when I really need her by my side to support me.
"Nothing is wrong with me." I slide down in the seat and cover my eyes with my arm, hoping they get the hint that I don't want to talk anymore. This has been one hell of a fucking long ass day and I'm glad it's almost over with.
Chapter 10
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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