“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 afterstepping 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. Iwatch as he pulls her into his lap, and they start making out.Whatever.
