He nearly choked on his drink. “Misty, you can’t be saying crap like that with that innocent look of yours.”
I leaned back onto Remy and grinned mischievously. “Like innocent girls haven’t done more with their mouths on him than talk.”
Remy chuckled. “No, he’s been known to defile an innocent or two.”
Troy scoffed. “You can’t judge me on my past, that’s not fair. You’re playing dirty. I can spill your secrets, Murphy.”
Remy gave him a cool look with a raised brow. “But you wouldn’t, would you?”
I didn’t get to hear Troy’s response as Ben came over. “So…uh, Blake. We have this gig next Friday, and I was wondering if you could sing a few sets with us?”
I smiled and shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
“Really?” he looked surprised. “Jax said you would probably shoot me down because you were on the introverted side. We have practice three days a week. I’ll let you know when our next practice is.”
Sober me would hate myself for that decision later.
I was at my crashing stage. Remy was already helping people call rides, and getting people settled in when he came over to Troy and me. “Let’s go, baby, time to get to bed. Troy, can you get her another bottle of water and some Tylenol?”
“But I’m not tired,” I said belligerently as I swayed to the music.
Remy gave Troy a pointed look.
“Come on, Misty,” Troy hoisted me on his shoulder and began carrying me out.
“But I’m not tired,” I insisted and then yawned.
Troy laughed. “I can tell.”
I laid my head on his back and then remembered I had left my phone in the pool house. “Crap my phone!” I exclaimed. At Troy’s disbelieving look, I insisted, “Honest. Can we go get my phone?”
He carried me back to the pool house and dropped me off outside the girl’s dressing room.
I giggled as I stumbled on a pair of shoes and pants on my way in.
The shower was running and I heard an urgent, “Shhh!”
I didn’t think anything of it as I made my way to my phone.
I heard an urgent whisper, “Don’t worry about it, please, just a little bit more,” the voice moaned.
Even in my state, I recognized the voice as Rose’s. My eyebrows knitted in confusion as I stepped back over the pants and shoes. They belonged to a guy. I knelt and looked at them. Drake hadn’t been wearing those shoes or pants. I picked up the pants and felt the heaviness of a wallet in the back pocket.
I felt no shame as I opened the wallet and looked for identification. I gasped as I realized I recognized the man grinning back at me. Collin Hart. Brigette Mason’s ex-boyfriend.
I stumbled out of the bathroom, suddenly feeling very sober.
“What’s wrong,” Troy asked with concern.
I shoved the wallet in his hands, my hands trembling, tears in my eyes.
“Yeah, so,” Troy was highly confused. “This is Collin Hart. Great guy.”
“He’s in there having sex in the shower,” I said furiously, wiping the tears from my eyes before they fell.
“Princess, people hook up at parties all the time. Did he say or do anything inappropriate to you?” He asked, pushing my hair back.
“No,” I said angrily. “But he’s in there with Rose.”