Trust me when I say, it’s best if I go.”
It looks like he wants to argue it, but he knows better than to push me right now. So instead, he nods and gets out of the car. Thank fuck. At least something went the way I wanted in the last twenty-four hours.
OKAY, SO MAYBE BEING alone wasn’t the smartest choice. The suite I got is massive, and all I’ve done since I got here is pace. The rug will probably have track marks in it by the time I leave.
How the fuck did this happen? How did I go from having the world by the balls—both literally and figuratively—to this? Some washed-up quarterback making less money in a year than I used to make in an hour. It’s almost laughable.
My phone rings on the table, and Colby’s name flashes across the screen. I’m not stupid enough to ignore him. If I do, he’ll only make it worse for me.
“What?” I answer, not even bothering to hide my sour mood.
The chuckle he lets out makes me imagine punching him in his stupid, little, baby face. “Well, I was going to tell you about this crazy rumor that started circulating today, but judging by that greeting, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it’s not crazy at all.”
“Fuck off, asshat.”
Laughter booms over the line. “Aw, come on. Is that any way to talk to your best friend?”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t have a best friend. Only people I hate less than others. Right now, you’re not on that list.”
“Sure, I’m not. Okay, but in all seriousness, what the fuck?”
Throwing myself onto the bed, I groan. “Honestly, I’ve been asking myself that for the last two hours. This was all fucking Blaire’s doing.”
He exhales loudly. “Why don’t you just fire her ass?”
“Because that would be publicity suicide right now and you know it. She’s good at her job, I just don’t like her tactics.”
“Well, if you ever need someone to show her the door, I’m your man.”
“You mean like you showed her to yours? Oh wait, that’s right—you didn’t. You fucked her, then patted her cheek a couple times and pointed to the door.”
I can practically hear the amused grin spread across his face. “I was tired, but I sure as hell didn’t want her thinking she could stay. She wasn’t good enough in the sack to deserve that luxury.”
Now that manages to pull a laugh out of me. “Whatever you say, Playboy.”
“Maybe that’s what you need,” he suggests, like he’s just solved world hunger. “When’s the last time you got laid?”
“I’m really not in the mood for company.”
Colby grumbles in frustration. “I’m not asking you to go speed-dating, fuckface. I’m saying just go to the nearest club, find a chick, and screw her until you’re a little less wound up.”
It’s not the worst idea, and he may have a point. It’s been at least a few weeks since I brought someone to bed, the last being some girl at party Colby threw. The way she acted when we woke up, however, put me off the idea for a little while. It’s as if sleeping with her meant we were secretly married or some shit. I literally had to change my phone number to get her to stop calling.
Tonight could be different, though. I’m not drunk, nor desperate, and can take my time picking. Really make sure she isn’t completely certifiable before I bring her back to my hotel room.
I ponder it for another few seconds before finally caving. “Yeah, all right.”
“Yes!” my idiotic best friend cheers. “That’s my man!”
“Okay, I’m going to pretend you didn’t just celebrate me agreeing to get laid more than you did winning the last game.”
He snickers. “I appreciate it.”
The two of us get off the phone and I grab a towel before heading for the shower. I guess my plans for tonight have changed.
THE CLUB IS FILLED with a ton of women who make no effort to hide the way they eye-fuck me—at least not until I spot one from across the bar. She’s sitting with a few of her friends, or is that one her sister? They look alike enough to be twins, but still different. Her brown hair flows down over her chest, bringing my direction straight to her cleavage. Her red dress is low cut enough to entice but still leave enough to the imagination.
I take a sip of my whiskey as I watch the way she laughs at something.