Why am I so fucking obsessed with Texas Knight?
Forget her, and lose yourself in this girl. There are no consequences if you shag her. No one cares. Except you.
I slot the card in the door, and it clicks open.
“Night,” Ted mutters, laughing, as he follows Cooper to Tex’s room.
Pushing the girl into my room, I give Ted the middle finger over my shoulder. As soon as the door is shut, she yanks at my jeans, as if she’s strong enough to rip through the material. I have a spike-studded belt on. Ain’t gonna happen, love.
Gripping the tops of her arms, I remove her from me and smirk. “I’m all for you ravaging me, but let’s get down to the good stuff first. Clothes off.”
Just do it. You’ll feel much better after.
No, you won’t.
You’re hurting Texas.
Fuck.
I rear back, and the blonde looks confused.
I can’t do this when I’m hurting the girl I care about. “Sorry, you need to go.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry. Do you need me to call you a taxi?”
She scoffs and wrenches my door open. “You’re a fool.”
Don’t I fucking know it?
I wince as she slams my door so hard that the painting on the wall almost drops. I turn and jam my fist into the wall. Thankfully, I don’t put a hole in it.
What the fuck? I should go to Tex’s room right now and tell her to stop whatever she’s fucking doing to me.
But that’ll make things worse because then she’ll know I can’t stop thinking about her.
So, I opt for whiskey. Lots and lots of whiskey.
SATURDAY, MAY 9
PARIS, FRANCE
In the morning, I head to Cooper’s suite because he’s ordered everything on the room service menu, and I’m starving. Milo and Texas are already here. I still feel like absolute shit, and I’ve had a few hours of sleep.
My head is banging so I head straight for water and to find something to kick this headache.
“Morning,” Texas says loudly. She smiles, like she knows I’m suffering.
Wincing, I hold my hand up. “Shh.”
“What’s wrong?” Her voice is no quieter than before.
She’s enjoying this, and she should. I’m an arsehole.
“Tex, please. I think I drank too much.”
I definitely drank too much.
“Your after-the-after-party activities probably didn’t help either.” Her voice is full of accusation, and although she’s being nicer than I deserve, her eyes are cold and distant.
“No, but that was a lot more fun than drinking.”
Don’t tell her that. Tell her you sent the girl packing.
“Whatever,” she mutters. She turns away, grabbing her coffee.
I swallow regret.
“Can you break your dick?” Coop asks.
All eyes are suddenly on him.
I look to Milo and Texas, but neither looks like they’re even going to attempt this one.
“I’m sorry. Can you, what?” I ask.
“Your dick. Can you break it?”
“Are you asking me to?”
“No, tosspot. This girl was rough the other night, and I’m a fan of rough, but fuck knows what she did. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Oh my God!” Texas snaps. “We’re eating here, Coop! If your little slut broke you, go to a doctor. Or better still, why don’t you all show some fucking restraint? You don’t have to sleep with everything!” She slams her coffee cup down and storms out.
We all jump as the door bangs shut.
“What just happened?” Milo asks.
I happened.
“Er, I don’t know, but I nominate Kitt to go find out,” Coop says.
“Seconded,” Milo adds. “Good luck, Kitt.”
“Why me?”
Milo folds his arms over his chest, making it clear that he’s not going anywhere. “Because you two are closer.” He gives me a pointed look. “She talks to you more.”
I give him the middle finger. “I’m not handling an emotional woman before coffee and food.”
He gestures to the food laid out on the trolleys. “Then, get to eating.”
After consuming bacon rolls, pastries, and cereal, I suddenly find myself in front of Tex’s suite. I knew I couldn’t put it off forever, but I did eat very slowly.
I raise my hand and knock on her door. I can perform to thousands of people with barely a care in the world, but one girl has me nervous as hell.
In the two years I’ve known her, our friendship has been easy. Now, I feel like I’m walking a tightrope. Blindfolded.
She opens the door and bites the inside of her cheek. Her eyes look slightly to my side, like she can’t quite meet my eyes.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi.”
“Can I come in, Tex?”
She doesn’t say anything, but she takes a step to the side. I’m not sure if I want to have this conversation or not. Today should be epic. We should all be on a high, and this is doing nothing but bringing me down.
“Are you okay?” I ask when she closes the door behind us.
“Yeah.” She sighs. “I’m sorry about before.”
“What was that?”
“Um, I don’t really know.”