“What did you say?” Charlotte questions Christian, who realizes what he’s just said.
“Evan, what is he talking about? Blake and Sienna?” Charlotte looks confused.
“Charlotte …” Sienna says, taking a step toward her, looking guilty when she shouldn’t, “… when I arrived in LA, Vanessa threw me a welcome party, and things got a little crazy. I had just seen Evan getting a blowjob in the bushes.”
Charlotte’s face screws up at that imagery. “What?”
“Seriously?” Christian turns, looking at Evan.
Sienna continues, “I was drunk, and we kissed, but that was all,” she quickly adds.
Charlotte looks shocked, her mouth is hanging open as her eyes bounce between us all. “I’m sorry. I need a moment.”
“Babe.” Blake reaches out for her arm.
“Don’t, Blake! I just … don’t,” Charlotte tells him. Snatching her arm away from him, she turns on her heel and walks back into the house.
“I’ll go after her.” Isla vanishes after Charlotte.
“Fuck,” Blake roars, raking his hands through his black hair, then Sienna slaps him across the face.
The entire group goes quiet. I didn’t know my girl had it in her. She hates conflict. It must be the pregnancy hormones.
“How fucking dare you bring that up in my home, to my fiancé, to your boss, to Charlotte.” Sienna is seething.
“I’m sorry, Sienna, I … I just …” Blake stammers.
“Bullshit! I know Evan was probably giving you a hard time about his sister, but he’s just a big brother looking out for her.I’m sure you like Charlotte a lot, and I know she likes you, but how dare you throw something that was such a stupid, drunken mistake in both of their faces like that.” Blake’s head drops down, and his shoulders slump. He knows Sienna is right. “Now tell me this won’t happen again, and I will forget about it?” Sienna asks Blake.
Blake’s aquamarine eyes look up at Sienna. “I promise. I’m so sorry to you and Evan.”
“Now, Evan, you promised me you were going to drop this overprotective brother bullshit. You realize that Blake and Charlotte are just friends, and she’s not sixteen anymore.”
Now it’s Evan’s turn to look like a kicked puppy.
“But, babe—” He starts to argue, and she cuts him short.
“No, but babe, anything. This. Ends. Now. You two have to work together.”
Evan holds out his hand to Blake, who looks at it questionably before he shakes it.
“Thank fuck. Now, can we start this party that I painstakingly put together? This was not part of the entertainment package I booked. I swear, I chose naked rock stars rolling around in jelly, not this fully clothed crap,” I say, waving my hand at these two morons. “Hello, where are our drinks?” I clap to the waitstaff who have been standing around in stunned silence. “And if I catch this little rough and tumble on TMZ, I’m going to hunt down every last one of you motherfuckers and make your lives hell,” I warn the staff, who all nod and scurry away to get us drinks.
“Derrick,” Chance calls out to me as he catches me taking a quiet moment in the gardens. A smile dances across my lips as I turnaround and look at him. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”
“You have?” I question, surprised because he’s ignored me all night.
“Of course.” He smirks as he stops in front of me. “You look delicious.” His eyes hungrily take me in. I’m dressed in a black suit with a gold tie to match the theme. I thought the gold suit I was originally going to wear would make it look like I was making it all about me when it’s Sienna’s birthday, so I ditched the Liberace suit, but you know me, I make everything look good. Chance takes another step forward as his large hand wraps around my neck and pulls me to him. Unfortunately, I go willingly even though my brain is telling me to stay strong, he’s my weakness. His soft lips press against mine, and I’m unable to hide the moan that falls from them as he slowly pushes them open as we connect. All night I have waited for this moment, and that’s the shit thing, me, Derrick Jones. I’m the guy that doesn’t pine after a man, the guy that says,‘Thank you, next,’and moves on, and yet this damn rock star has me acting like someone I don’t recognize. I’m a simp. Urgh. The sound of feet crunching against rocks pulls us from the moment, Chance pushing me away like he doesn’t want to catch what I have, which is probably true, he doesn’t want to catch my gayness, seeing as he’s very much in the closet. Moments later, Blake and Charlotte turn the corner deep in conversation, and still, when they spot the two of us here.
“Sorry, didn’t realize anyone was here. We weren’t interrupting anything?” Blake asks, looking over at Chance and then to me.
“No. Ran into Chance taking a phone call,” I lie. Blake’s brows pull together as he looks between us. Does he know something? “I’m going to head back to the party, enjoy.” I give Charlotte a wave and head out of the safety of the garden.
“Um, I’ll leave you guys, too,” Chance says behind me. I keep walking internally hating myself for whatever this is. This is not me. “Derrick,” Chance calls out.
“Don’t,” I say as I whirl around and point my finger at him. “I’m done being your dirty little secret.” Chance’s face falls. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Derrick, please,” he begs.
