A Filthy Friend (Filthy Line #5) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,26
can call me in the morning. When the sun’s up.”
“What do you think is going to happen? I’m going to sleep and then say oh, shit, I shouldn’t have called him…”
“I didn’t say that, babe,” I said. “You’re getting pretty touchy right now.”
“Fuck you then.”
“Don’t piss me off, Bree,” I said.
“You’re laughing at me right now. You dick.”
“I’m just trying to lighten the mood.”
“I’m staring at my mother’s ashes,” she said. “And a letter where she wrote I’m adopted. And you want to lighten the mood?”
I wanted to be there with her.
I wanted to hug her.
“Bree, just please go get some sleep,” I said. “Stay on the phone with me if you want. We’ve done that before too.”
“Yeah,” she said. “Okay. Hey, you know Mia wants to fuck you?”
I laughed. “What?”
“Oh yeah. She has a list of guys she wants to fuck. Like this list that her husband said it’s okay… I don’t know how it works. That’s their marriage I guess. But you’re way up on her list. So, yeah, there you go.”
“There I go? What?”
“You have someone to bang next time you’re in town.”
“A married woman with a kid?” I asked.
“Like it’s stopped you before.”
“You sound really jealous right now, Bree.”
“I’m not jealous,” she snapped. “I just wanted to tell you that. Because she’s mad at me for not fucking you when we were in bed together.”
I let out a slow breath. “You’re going to be pissed at yourself when you remember this in the morning.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Okay, babe. Are you in bed yet?”
“Yeah, I am,” she said. “Tucked in. Do you miss me?”
“I miss you a lot,” I said.
“Want me to touch myself and tell you about it?”
I shut my eyes and smiled. “Fuck, Bree. You’re drunk and emotional.”
“Oh, that’s right. Big, bad rock star… he can’t have phone sex…”
“Will you call me when you wake up?” I asked. “If not, I’m calling you.”
“Don’t call,” she said. “Send your fancy private jet my way. I’m packing a bag and leaving. I’m not lying, Sebastian. I need a break.”
“I don’t doubt it,” I said. “I’ll be waiting for you, Bree.”
“Yeah, you better be,” she said. “You owe me for the years of getting me horny but not doing anything.”
I put my head back and laughed. “Wow. You need to go to sleep right now.”
“Then I will,” she said. “Goodbye, Sab…”
She hung up on me.
I stood there for a minute, taking deep breaths, smiling, and shaking my head.
I couldn’t wait until Bree was sober to talk to her again and see what she had to say for herself.
10
BREE
When I woke up, I grabbed for my phone and looked at the texts with Sebastian.
There were only a couple.
Which was good.
Because I had a dream that I was texting him some really raunchy stuff. Where we were basically sexting each other. But it was mostly me. Texting really dirty things to him. And then texting pictures… of places…
My head ached from drinking but at least I knew that…
“Shit,” I said.
I sat up in bed and my eyes went wide.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
The dream was a dream, yes.
But reality was…
“We talked on the phone,” I said. “We talked on the phone and I said…”
The bedroom door opened and Mia walked in carrying a cup of coffee for me.
I stood up. “You.”
“What?”
“You fell asleep.”
“Yeah…?”
“You fell asleep and I…” I shook my head. “Nothing. Never mind.”
“What happened last night?” Mia asked.
“Nothing. I had a couple of weird dreams.”
Then come here. Come hang with me and the guys. You’ll love it down here. Clear your head. Go to the beach. Hang out with some rock stars.
Sebastian’s words echoed in my head.
“Last night was heavy for you,” Mia said. “Want to talk about it?”
“No,” I said. “But I want to talk about something with you.”
“Sure. Anything.”
I sat down on my bed and patted it so Mia would sit next to me.
I sipped the coffee.
I took a deep breath.
“You’re going to have to listen to me on this,” I said.
“Okay. I’m listening.”
“No judgment.”
“No judgment,” Mia said.
I nodded. “I think I want to leave town.”
Mia blinked a little bit faster. She slowly nodded.
“I mean, not for good,” I said. “I hope. I don’t know.”
“You need to get away?” Mia asked.
“Yes.”
“You need a break from it all.”
“But I feel like a terrible person for leaving you with the shop.”
“I can understand that,” Mia said. “But…”
I took a deep breath. “But I think I have to do this. I was drunk last night.”
“Me too,” Mia said. “And side note, I’m