“I’d love to get in touch with her,” I tell them. “I expect my husband will want to fight the divorce. But enough about me, catch me up on your lives.”
Dallas leans into his pregnant wife and says, “I had hot sex with my secretary today.”
My face goes white. “What?”
RiAnne playfully punches him. “He’s teasing. One time he heard a joke about a man who had an affair with his secretary and fell asleep at her house. Instead of freaking out, he told her to take his shoes outside and put grass and dirt on them.
Aiden laughs along with them, but I’m horrified. “Yeah, and when the guy walked in the house, his wife demanded to know where he’d been.”
RiAnne rolls her eyes at them. “He tells her that he couldn’t lie to her. He was having an affair with his secretary. The woman looked at his shoes, called him a liar, and accused him of playing golf.”
“So, now, whenever he plays golf, he says he’s with his secretary,” Keatyn laughs too.
“I wish my husband liked golf more than his secretary,” I mutter, taking a big gulp of wine.
RiAnne’s eyes get huge. “It’s funny to us because I used to be his secretary. Uh, but, now, it doesn’t seem so funny. I’m sorry. Is that why you’re getting a divorce?”
“Collin’s been having an affair with his secretary. But that’s just an excuse. I never should have married him in the first place.”
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re wearing the Hello Kitty ring Riley gave you when he asked you to be his girlfriend,” Keatyn says.
I look down and study it, tears filling my eyes. “Yeah, it’s what gave me the strength to come here.”
Club Razor - Hollywood
RILEY
I was going to make a bootie call but, instead, I call Knox.
“I am in serious need of a drink. Meet me at Razor in ten,” I tell him. “I’ll call and let them know we’re coming so our section is ready.”
A few minutes later, I’m handing my keys to the valet and being escorted to our VIP section.
The music is loud. The lights are flashing. The beat thumps in my chest.
And there are already girls lined up to see us.
This is more like it.
Knox strides in a few minutes after I do. We sit on the leather couch, toast to a good night, and down a few shots of tequila.
Make that four.
Or five.
Whatever. Thank god, I’m finally feeling buzzed.
And maybe a little drunk.
I have to pee, so I head to the bathroom while Knox starts grinding on two of the girls who were let into our section. Ron, our usual VIP bouncer, knows by now which ones to let in and which ones to turn away. Hot blondes with smoking bodies for me. Big tits for Knox.
I push the door to the bathroom open, remembering just a few months ago when a girl followed me in. I’d never seen her before, but she was hot and horny, so I leaned her over the sink and fucked her. I remember watching her titties bouncing in the mirror with every thrust. As I was coming, she said ohmigawd and proceeded to puke into the sink. I disposed of my condom and got the hell out of there as fast as I could. At least she waited to puke until I was done.
So she had that going for her.
Maybe tonight I’ll do the same, just find a girl who’s not as drunk.
I’m making my way to the dance floor, hoping to find my next bathroom fuck, when the DJ blasts the words no man in a club wants to hear: If you want it, you gotta put a ring on it.
I hate when they play this fucking song. All the girls put their hands up in the air and think they have the power.
Tonight, though, the song brings back a memory.
One I’ve tried for years to forget.
I’m back on the Eastbrooke campus, standing outside her dorm just before curfew.
What if we got married? Then your dad couldn't say anything.
He’d still cut me off.
So? My parents are paying for my college. What’s mine is yours. I’ve got money coming from the movie and three more music videos lined up to produce. We’ll get by.
She grabs ahold of my face and looks deeply into my eyes. You'd really marry me, Riley?
Right this second if I could. I don't have a ring, but I'll get down on one knee and ask you right now.
I drop to my knee, take her hand in mine, and say, Ariela, will you marry me, go to California with me, and love me forever?
She smiles at me, tears in her eyes, and says yes.
I shake my head, willing away the memory.
Clearly, I’m in need of another shot.
Bouncer Ron fist bumps me, smiles, and gestures to the women he’s allowed in. He’s proud of his choices. I’m not sure if I’m just drunk and horny tonight, but I’d have to agree.
In fact, I might skip fucking a drunk girl in the bathroom and take a couple of girls home instead.
A nice threesome.
That will help me forget.
I down another shot and slide between two of the prettiest. They sandwich me in, both grinding against me. I close my eyes and enjoy it.
When I open my eyes, I see Ariela out on the dance floor.
I blink my eyes, thinking I’m hallucinating. How many shots have I had?
But, no, it’s her, looking hot in a skimpy little black dress. And some guy has his hands all over her ass.