“That’s what you said last year and look how that turned out. The entire trip was miserable for both of us, because all she did was cry and beg me to take her back. I can’t handle that shit again, Jake. I can’t fucking do it. She ripped my heart out, and if I fall for her again it’ll only end up being the same shit.”
“Then bring a girlfriend. Show her that you’ve moved on, and then she’ll have no choice but to do the same. It’ll make this trip a hell of a lot easier. Trust me, you’ll be doing us all a favor. That girl isn’t giving up easily, because she believes no one will ever replace her.”
A girlfriend? He knows more than anyone that none of my past relationships aside from Alana have lasted longer than one damn night.
“Jake—”
“I know you don’t have a girlfriend, dickhead. Fucking borrow one. Do whatever it takes. Shit… I have to go. Jess just got here and she wants dick. See you on Thursday.”
Before I can say anything else the asshole hangs up on me. He doesn’t get it. There’s not one girl I’ve slept with who hasn’t fallen for me. I can’t ask them to pretend to be my girlfriend. They’re too attached. That shit will not end well.
I stand outside for a few more minutes, thinking about what my best friend suggested.
Borrow one.
That’s something I’ve never thought of before…
CHAPTER TWO
Madden
Running my hands over my face, I sit up and release a slow breath, trying to piece together what all happened last night after I got back to my hotel room.
The naked body beside me has me cussing under my breath and reaching for the bottle of Jameson to my right.
“Well, this should be interesting…” I take a few swigs straight from the bottle, before I toss the sheet aside and throw my legs over the side of the bed.
From what I can remember, Alana sent me a few messages that resulted in drinking my ass into oblivion. Melody was there, and with every passing thought about my ex and how she fucked me over, the more I needed to take out some of my aggression on someone.
Based on the items of clothing scattered across the hotel floor and the three condoms in the bedside trash, I’d say I found a way to do that.
But it’s nights like these that always seem to get me into trouble when the morning rolls around and the girl beside me decides we belong together and she’s going to follow me around on tour.
I really need to get my shit together and stop letting that bitch send my mind into overdrive every time she decides to text. When it comes to her, I need to stop worrying, and stop thinking about what we had or could have had. We’re history.
Just the thought of seeing Alana soon has my chest aching and feeling tight again. The last two trips have been complete hell because of her and I refuse to let her ruin it for me this year.
What she doesn’t get is that this trip is my only time to get away and just chill with my friends with no worries. The only time I get to truly be me and feel like myself.
I get one time a year to do this and she can’t even give me that because she’s selfish and used to getting what she wants.
Alana broke my heart and trust. She made the decision to walk away from me, yet she’s the one that can’t accept we’re over and move on, because she knows no one will ever treat her or make love to her as good as I did.
Sitting here naked, and against my better judgment, I reach for my phone and read the messages that Alana sent me. This won’t be the second or third time I’ve read these, but more like the hundredth time. I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.
10:02 P.M.
Alana: We need to talk at the cabin about us getting back together. I don’t know how many times you expect me to apologize for what I did but I’m sorry and I mean it. I miss you so damn much.
10:18 P.M.
Alana: You kissing that girl on stage hurt, but it didn’t fool me one bit. Just admit that you’re not over me. Not over us. Please, Madden.