Chapter 3 Derrick
DERRICK
“Ican’t believe we are flying private to Europe.” I squeal as I link my arm with Sienna’s.
“I can’t believe we are about to go on tour with Dirty Texas.” She squeals with excitement. Evan Wyld was her hall pass when she was married, and the fact that after her divorce, she was able to manifest him into her life is karma doing its job.
“And your time screwing said rock star has come to an end,” I whisper, raising a brow at her, because the way these two have been fucking like rabbits, there is no way they are going to stick to the rules of no touching the staff.
Her face falls. “I know. It sucks.”
“I’m sure there will be some hot European men to distract you from that pierced dick.”
“Derrick.” She squeals, placing her hand over my mouth. “Don’t say that so loudly.” Her cheeks turn red.
“It’s the truth, though.” I smirk.
“It may be, but still. Zip it,” she warns. I pretend to zip up my lips and throw away the key.
Moments later, Sons of Brooklyn arrive at the private arrival lounge where the Dirty Texas jet is waiting. Vanessa is on the phone organizing stuff and is pacing up and down the airport.
“Team, how are we?” Johnny says, greeting us.
Blake gives Sienna the once over before stuffing his AirPods in and pretends he isn’t upset after Evan told him not to touch Sienna after she kissed him while giving him a lap dance.
It was hot, from what I heard. I see Chance for the first time since that night, and when he looks up, he gives me a smile, but I turn back to my phone, dismissing him.
I’m upset that he ghosted me. My ego is bruised.
Tyler comes in and puts his arm around Chance’s shoulders and whispers something to him, making him laugh.
Urgh. I hate how hot he is. Forget him, Derrick, he is firmly in the closet and there are plenty of other men out there that aren’t hiding.
We’ve been flying for a couple of hours. I could get used to this PJ life, popped champagne, food on demand, I love it. I make my way to the back, where the bathroom is because I’ve drunk one too many glasses of champagne and need to relieve myself. When I open the door, Chance is there.
“Oh,” I say, surprised to see him there.
“Hey, I need to explain,” he says.
“Explain what?” I know exactly what he wants to explain, but he needs to know that I don’t care.
“Why I haven’t called. I wanted to,” he declares.
“But you didn’t.”
“Because I lost your number,” he states. I roll my eyes. “It’s the truth. The piece of paper you gave me went through the wash.”
“It’s okay. No big deal,” I tell him as I try to move around him.
“But it is,” he says, stepping in front of me. “I wanted to call.”
“Look, maybe it’s a good thing you lost my number. We are about to tour together. You know the rules, no messing around,” I tell him.
Chance nods as an awkward silence falls between us.
The next thing I know, he pushes me into the bathroom and his lips are on mine.
What the hell is going on? But I’m here for it as I quickly kiss him back.
My hands run over his taut body and down his muscular back as he starts to grind against me.
My dick has come to life and wants in on the action.
“Chance,” I say, pushing him away.
He steps back, those pouty lips all pink and bruised from our kiss. “Sorry.” And with that, he disappears out the bathroom door. I take a moment to fix myself up before heading back out to my seat.
“Are you okay? You look flushed?” Sienna leans over and asks.
“Too much champagne,” I lie.
Sienna smiles. “Me too.”
When I look over at where Chance is sitting, he is engrossed in his phone and never looks over at me again for the rest of the flight. That boy is confusing as fuck.
Can’t believe we are in London. Dirty Texas and Sons of Brooklyn had a heap of media to do, so they had to get changed and leave straight away, which left Sienna and me to fend for ourselves for a bit until we were able to meet up with them all again.
We arrive at the club the boys are at, and moments after stepping inside, we see Isla, who rushes up to Sienna and me as we pass the bathrooms where she’s appeared from. She looks relieved to see us.
“You made it.” Isla gives us hugs. “Thank God you’re here. I’m sick of dealing with these bitches at our table.”
I look over at Sienna and can see she is putting on a brave face.
I love my girl, but she is not a one-night stand kind of woman, no matter how much I want her to be.
I give Sienna’s hand a little squeeze as we follow Isla through the crowds toward where the boys are hanging out.
Of course, it is filled with gorgeous women trying to lock down a rock star.
I mean, who wouldn’t, but I can see the moment Sienna sees Evan with some brunette woman in his arms, who looks like she’s trying to give him a hickey.
Ew. Whatever, if Evan wants to downgrade from Sienna, then that’s on him.
I take a moment to look around to get a lay of the land, see what prospects are on offer, and I am pleasantly surprised.
Then my eyes land on Chance, and he is in another booth talking with some redheaded woman.
“So many cute guys here,” I tell Sienna.
She needs to know that Evan isn’t her only option.
Maybe I should take my own advice and forget the crush I have on a certain rock star that I can’t have.
We move through the crowd, and when I think we are heading toward Dirty Texas, Sienna makes a detour and heads toward the Sons of Brooklyn table.
“Sienna,” Blake calls out. “You look hot.” She gives him a wide smile.
Oh, I see what my friend is doing. You go, girl, flirt with that young thing and make that rock star jealous. I am here for it. Sienna may have been out of the game for the past decade, but it hasn’t taken her long to get back into it.
Chance looks up from his conversation with the woman, and those blue-green eyes find mine before he turns back to her. I watch as he pulls her into his lap, and they start making out. Whatever.
“I need a fucking drink.” Vanessa moans, pulling my attention from Chance. She’s linked her arms with Sienna, pulling her away from Blake. “We’re just going to grab a drink. You boys behave, have a good night,” Vanessa tells Blake as she hauls us away. She seems kind of stressed.
“Four tequila shots,” I tell the bartender. It seems like something we all need.
“Well, you most definitely made an impression in that dress,” Isla tells Sienna.
“Those tits will always make an impression.” I laugh, eyeing off Sienna’s impressive tits as the bartender places the four shots of tequila in front of us.
“Welcome to the madness,” Vanessa cheers as we all knock back our shots. This is what we needed to start the night off right. Forget about those rock stars and their groupies. Vanessa lets out a huge sigh. “Fuck men,” she says before ordering another round of shots.
“Are you okay?” Sienna asks her.
Banging her palm against her forehead isn’t a good sign that everything is okay. Vanessa sighs. “I found Nick in bed with his co-star the night of your welcome party. That’s why he was late.”
Oh shit.
“Fuck, V, are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m okay, but I’m not going to lie, it stung seeing that little bitch riding his cock.
In all honesty, the boy was crap in bed.
I could totally tell she was faking it.” This makes us all burst out laughing.
“But I did something stupid after, though,” she whispers to all of us. We huddle together waiting for more.
Oh, this will be good, but I can’t hear her too well, it’s too loud, plus there are too many people hanging out around the bar for a good gossip session. “Okay, before you spill your guts, let’s grab a seat because I have a feeling we’re going to need it,” I suggest.
We move into a booth not far from the boys, but close enough that we can keep an eye on them. The bucket in the middle of the table is filled with champagne bottles as soon as we sit down. Quickly, we pour ourselves a drink and raise our glasses in cheers.
“Okay, now tell us, confess all your sins.” I smirk.
Vanessa looks up at us, seriousness across her face.
“Please make sure that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave here.
Okay?” We all nod in agreement. What the hell is she going to tell us?
“When I came back to the party, I ran into Christian. I may have burst into tears. I don’t know why, but there was a part of me that was upset over Nick’s betrayal.
Christian was pissed and wanted to go over to his house and punch him for being a prick.
I told him it was okay, that I didn’t care, and that Nick was lousy in bed, anyway.
” She takes a sip of her champagne, easing her nerves.
“I joked that I hadn’t had good sex in a long time and that I’d just have to rely on my vibrator.
At least I know it will satisfy me.” Girl.
What the hell. You’re gorgeous, and there would be a million men who would be happy to help with your needs or pay someone.
At least then you know you will end happily.
“Then, Christian kissed me. Like, thoroughly kissed me.” The table goes silent.
“No fucking way,” Isla squeals.
“Fuck, he knows how to kiss. I forgot how good he is,” she confesses. Her eyes now look over to where Christian is currently sitting, making out with two blondes.
“What do you mean, forgot?” Isla asks.
“Shit …” Vanessa swears, “… I never told you how I met Christian.”
Isla looks confused. “I thought you met him when they signed with Montgomery Records.”