Chapter 9
Beck~
Everything in me had wanted to take Thandie home with me last night, but when we had exited the room to go cancel the participation room, Sherman Randall had come racing out through The Bachelor Pad door, looking green as hell.One of the strippers had stepped on a broken champagne bottle, and blood had been flowing everywhere, changing the night’s entire vibe.
On instinct, I’d automatically gone into doctor-mode, my plans to take Thandie home ruined for the night.Instead of taking her to my place, finding some rope or cords in the garage, then tying her down to violate her twenty different ways from Sunday, I’d had a hysterical stripper on my hands, and Sherman hadn’t been lying about the amount of blood that had coated the floor.
At the end of it all, I had managed to patch her up with the very impressive first-aid kit that the club manager had provided, but because of the amount of blood that’d been lost, I’d chosen to call for an ambulance anyway, and because I was a thorough doctor, I had walked Thandie to her car, sent her home, then had followed the ambulance to the hospital, and the poor girl had ended up leaving there with twelve goddamn stitches along the bottom of her foot, which wouldn’t be a good time for anyone.
To add to the mess of last night, instead of calling Thandie this morning to ask her if we could pick up from where we’d left off, I’d gotten a call from Kelly, and she’d been a crying mess.She’d been blabbering about how she was a horrible person and how Brodrick could do so much better.So, because I really did love my sister, instead of being balls-deep in Thandie Ames, I was pulling into Kelly’s driveway, parking my car behind hers.
Good times.
It wasn’t until I was making my way to the front door that I noticed Thandie’s car parked near the curb of the front house, and I must have really been distracted not to have noticed it earlier.Granted, I wasn’t surprised to see her car here since they were best friends, but if she had Thandie here, then I wasn’t exactly sure why Kelly had called me.Like most men, I wasn’t good with girl stuff, something that I could readily admit.
I knocked on the front door, and when it swung open, it was Thandie standing in front of me, and she looked as tired as I felt, but I was hoping that it was from missing me all night long, but I seriously doubted that it was.
“Hey, baby,” I greeted quietly, and the panicked look on her face was not going to work for me.Last night hadn’t been a one-night stand, and if she thought that I was going to keep her as my dirty little secret, then she was very wrong.
“Kelly’s a mess, so maybe we should...should tone it down a bit right now,” she suggested, and it was clear that I was in over my head with Thandie when her words were bothering me more than my sister’s theatrics.
However, before I could say anything more, Thandie was stepping back to allow me inside my sister’s house.As soon as she shut the door behind me, Kelly was leaping from the couch, and when she threw her arms around me, I dutifully hugged her back.Whatever was going on, it was obvious that my sister needed some serious comforting.
“Hey, hey,” I said soothingly.“Whatever it is, it’s okay, Kells.”
When she pulled out of my arms, she looked up at me, saying, “No, it’s not.”
I glanced over at Thandie, and leaving me on my own, she just gestured towards the couch, recommending that I get comfortable for whatever this was.So, since she knew more about what was going on than I did, I followed her suggestion, ushering my sister back to the couch.
Once we were seated, I said, “Okay, tell me what’s going on?”
“Brodrick is mad at me,” she sobbed.“And...and I think that he’s going to call off the wedding.”
“Why is he mad at you?”
Kelly let out another Broadway-worthy wail, making me look over at Thandie, and luckily, she took pity on me.“They got in an argument over the invitation style, and when Brodrick said that he couldn’t care less about the wedding, Kelly accused him of not loving her.”
Jesus Christ.
“I mean, how can he not care about our wedding?”Kelly cried out.“It’s going to be the most important day of our lives.”
“Kells, most men don’t care about the wedding details,” I informed her as kindly as I could.“That’s a girl thing.Most men only care about the getting married part.”
The same blue eyes that I had widened with theatrical outrage.“How can you not care about your wedding day?”
“Because I’m a man?”I hedged.“C’mon, Kells-”
“Oh, that’s easy for you to say,” she snapped.“You don’t even have a girlfriend.”
Yeah...so...
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” I informed her.“I do have a girlfriend, and when the time comes for us to get married, I seriously doubt that I’m going to care about the calligraphy font on the invitations, Kells.”
Her tears immediately dried up.“What?What do you mean?What are you talking about?”
“What?”
