I turn my nose up. “That’s disgusting.”
“You’re not up for it?” Kitt asks. “Because I am.”
“You want to have sex in a dirty bathroom?”
He shrugs and gives me a lopsided smile. “What can I say, Tex? I’m a rock star.”
“Well, no.”
Milo is such a classy bloke. But then, I had sex against a tour bus—and got caught. So, who am I to judge?
Kitt laughs. “He’s going to knock someone up before long. I think he has even had more sex than Cooper.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Coop says, looking deeply hurt. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves there. I am the king.”
“And to think, for a second there, I considered sleeping with you again,” Peyton muttered.
Coop’s head snaps back in her direction so fast that I hear his neck crack. “You’ve considered it for longer than a second. Pey, you can deny it until the day you die, but you know we’re dynamite together.”
She crosses her arms. “Doesn’t mean I have to repeat it.”
“You two are cute,” I say.
Coop flashes me his signature grin. “Thank you, Texas.”
“Hey, motherfuckers! We’re taking the party to Whitney Blake’s,” Milo says, almost stumbling into the table.
There are no questions because we all want to see inside Whitney Blake’s house. She’s a mega rich actress and model, like way richer than my dad. She could probably buy my dad.
Kitt grabs my hand as we make our way outside. I wasn’t prepared though. Cameras flash in our faces. Ted steps closer. The noise is deafening, and I wince.
People scream questions at us that I can only just make out.
“Kitt, did you know?”
“Texas, how did you react to the allegations?”
“Kitt, can we have an interview?”
Kitt’s arm tightens around me.
What’s that about?
Kitt frowns but keeps us moving forward.
“Keep walking. Almost there,” Ted says. His voice is tight, and his eyes are everywhere. He doesn’t like this.
There are so many people that the short walk to the car seems like miles.
Peyton, Milo, and Cooper are close behind. Hank and Lars surround them.
The back door to the limo is wrenched open, and both Ted and Kitt are ushering me inside. Only when we’re all in safely do my shoulders sag.
I lay my head against Kitt’s shoulder. “That was crazy.”
“I know, babe. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“You okay, Tex?” Peyton asks.
She’s sitting at the end with Cooper. His arm is around her, and she’s leaning against him, like she trusts him to protect her. He might be a joker and a whore, but I trust him with my life, so she’s right to do the same.
Milo lets out a string of swearwords as we pull into Whitney’s drive. I think it’s too big to be classed as a drive. This is a car park. Her house is massive and made of thick dark stone that gives it a gothic look.
I want to buy it.
Ted is happier now that we’re on private property. It makes his job a lot easier, and he’ll be able to relax. Steel gates keep out unwanted attention.
The car stops right in front of the door, and we pile out. The entrance is huge. A chunky double door opens as we approach, and two men dressed entirely in black welcome us with a smile. In silence, they both gesture with their hands toward a door.
Coop walks ahead with Peyton on his arm.
“Er, anyone else find this creepy?” I ask, gripping Kitt’s hand. I’m still in heels, so I really can’t be running if this is about to turn into a horror film.
“Yep,” Milo replies. “Awesome, right?”
Oh, great. The door leads to stairs going down.
My eyes flash to Kitt, and he smirks. He’s not at all worried. Music and laughter is coming from down there. Do we really have to be in the cellar?
My heels click on the limestone steps. I don’t like this. The stairs curl around, and when we reach the bottom, I don’t know why I was worried.
The cellar is large, and the floor and walls are entirely stone. But that’s where the creep factor ends. Carved solid oak has been used to create a bar and rustic seating areas. The DJ is at the far end, and staff is hurrying to lay food out on a long table at the side.
“I’m so glad you made it,” Whitney says, hugging Milo and basically pressing her boobs on him.
She’s old enough to be his bloody mother.
“Wouldn’t have missed it,” Milo replies.
“Texas, it’s so good to see you. It’s been a long time.”
She hugs me, and I dig around in my mind to remember when we’ve met.
“Sorry, I don’t remember.”
Pulling away, she laughs and blushes lightly. “You were four, so you probably wouldn’t. How is your dad?”
Oh my fucking God, she had sex with my dad! I swallow bile. Do not throw up on her. “He’s great. Thank you.”
“I see the tour is going well. Think you can sneak me into the O2?”
Kitt nods. “I’ll make sure it’s done.”
“That would be fabulous.”
You are not shagging my dad again.
“Anyway, please enjoy. Texas, we have to catch up soon.”