Chapter 3 Derrick #2
Vanessa shakes her head. “No, that’s when I realized who he was.
I had just spent the weekend in bed with him.
I had just moved over from London and was invited to a Hollywood party.
This fat, old man tried to attack me after creeping on me all night.
He waited until I was on my way back from the bathroom.
Christian saved me from him. One thing led to another, and we spent the weekend together.
We both gave false names, and I crept out of my bed early Monday morning as I had to start my first day at Montgomery Records.
Who knew Monty was going to call me into his office and introduce me to my first clients, Dirty Texas.
Let’s just say, we were both shocked to see each other again. ”
“Oh my god, it’s like a Lifetime movie,” I tease. This is the first I’m hearing of this.
“I told him we could only be friends because I worked with him. Eventually, he agreed, and that friendship turned into what we are today.”
“So, you fucked him again, didn’t you?” I ask. Vanessa nods sheepishly. We all scream before hushing our tones when the boys’ table looks over at us.
“Damn him and his fucking magical cock,” Vanessa curses. We all burst out laughing again.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I slept with Finn that night as well.” All our heads turn and look at Isla.
No way little Ragnar has been screwing Ragnar’s bestie behind his back, girl, that is scandalous.
I’m so proud. “And he has ruined me for all men. Well, actually, that’s a lie, he ruined me for all men years ago when he took my virginity. ”
“Fuck, does Oscar know?” Vanessa asks.
Isla makes a strangled sound. “No way. He’d kill Finn if he found out, but seriously, I’m over my stupid crush on him.
He’ll never choose me over my brother,” she says, banging her head on the table.
It’s just a dick, you can easily find another, no need to get that dramatic over it.
It’s not like they are made of gold or diamonds.
“Okay, well, if we’re all confessing our sins here, then I slept with Chance from Sons of Brooklyn.” The girls all look at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“But isn’t Chance straight?” Vanessa asks as all our eyes turn to the boys’ table, where Chance has the redhead in his lap.
That’s what he wants the world to know, and maybe I shouldn’t be outing him like I just did. But I trust my girls, plus I’m confused by him and also intrigued and turned on and … yeah, I need therapy. That boy is a walking red flag. “Let’s just say that he knows what he’s doing and does it well.”
“Come on, D, drop the deets. You know you want to.” Sienna elbows me.
“Ouch, bitch. Fine, but he is still firmly in the closet, okay?” I want my girls to make sure this is strictly between us. “You know that model, Ricardo, I was with all night?”
“Yeah, yeah, D, the hot Brazilian guy you didn’t seem to want to come up for air from,” Sienna teases.
Oh Ricardo. I sigh. “Well, things heated up, and I took him back to my room beside the pool. In our haste, I hadn’t shut the glass door properly.
We were both naked on the bed, and Ricardo was giving me a fantastic blowjob when I looked up, and there, standing in the doorway, was Chance, his eyes wide taking in the scene in front of him. ”
“Lord Jesus, it’s getting hot in here.” Sienna fans herself.
“So, I say to him, ‘Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to join in,’ and he most definitely joined in.” The whole table is quiet.
“Shit, D, that’s fucking sexy.” Vanessa squeals as we all burst out laughing.
“So, you got anything to confess, Sisi?” I ask my bestie, changing the subject from Chance.
“I kissed Blake and had sex with Evan.” The whole table erupts into cheers after they recover from their shock.
“Seriously?” Vanessa asks. Sienna’s face has turned bright red.
“Did you fuck Evan on the plane?” I ask because I noticed they disappeared when everyone was asleep. She nods, and I give her a high-five.
“Was it a one-time thing?” Vanessa asks.
“Um … we’ve been at it since I arrived in LA.
We agreed once we got to London that it would stop.
” She looks over at Evan with the brunette.
“I’m not going to lie, seeing him with her sucks, but you know what, that’s okay because I’m single.
” Our table bursts into cheers. “And you know what else? You are single, and you are single, and you are single,” she says, pointing to all of us.
Hell, yeah, we are, sister. “Fuck the rock stars,” I scream.
“You do realize we have a European buffet of guys waiting for us.” I need to remind these girls that they are gorgeous, single, and that if those rock stars aren’t willing to give them the attention they deserve, then someone else will.
“Are you all in to sample this delicious buffet, ladies?” I put my palm into the center of the table like we are some kind of avenging squad, and maybe we are.
I am avenging their vaginas from rock stars.