Jacek lifts his head and frowns. “Nope.”
Her face pinches in confusion as Jacek goes back to stretching. Her eyes fall on me but quickly dart away.
I can’t for the life of me figure out why she hates Samantha so damn much. The Bianca situation was unfortunate, but the way I see it, she stopped her from eventually needing a divorce.
Someone has to be the bigger person, and I’m not too proud for it to be me.
Before Natasha can approach Kilo, I yell, “I can go with you.”
She whips around and snaps out, “No, thank you.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’d rather go alone than go with you.”
“I know it’s been a tough couple of days?—”
“Oh, stop putting up your nice guy front. You knew damn well what you were bringing onto the bus, and you did it anyway. Congratulations. This is your reward.”
She pivots around and storms off before I can reply, leaving me with one very important question.
What the hell did Samantha do to her?
Toxic
Typically, performances come easy to me. I never have to think too hard about the next move, and I have a good sense of who needs cheering up.
Tonight, nothing feels familiar. The lights shine too brightly, and I dance like I have two left feet. Thankfully, the women aren’t at all put off by my fumbles, and they dote on me, offering words of encouragement.
I cannot express how much I appreciate my fans. On the worst of days, they’re there for me, offering a friendly smile. And…sometimes more.
But those days are behind me because now, there is only one woman whom I desire.
And she’s waiting for me.
After saying goodbye to the last of the VIPs, I head back to the bus, pleased that the scent of Philly cheese steaks is wafting in the air.
But my mood sours when I see Jacek and Clint laughing with Samantha.
She’s wearing another oversized sweatshirt. One that’s so long, I can hardly see the sliver of shorts poking out from underneath.
It’s too cold for her to be so poorly dressed, and I don’t care for the way Clint is staring at her exposed thighs.
Jealousy is an ugly emotion, and I have no right feeling it considering I’ve just spent the last few hours entertaining aroom full of women. But seeing my girl with them makes my blood boil.
Armando approaches, handing a plate full of food to me. “Take a deep fucking breath before you start actin’ a fool.”
“They know she’s with me.”
“For what it’s worth, they aren’t getting anywhere, and if it weren’t for them, Samantha would be sitting alone.”
As much as it pains me, he has a point.
I head over to sit with Samantha, pleased to see her plate empty.
“Do you need me to get you anything?” I ask as I bend to kiss her forehead.
“I’ll take a beer!” Clint blurts.
