The girl slapped her hands to her chest, clasping her hands together to smash her boobs
together and make them look bigger. She was skinny with a lot of blonde extensions, and to most dudes, she would probably be pretty. I knew well enough what fake tits looked like, though. None of us wanted to touch that.
“Thanks, honey,” came my smooth voice. “Appreciate it.”
I wanted to kick her to the curb but forced myself to be chill.
“You guys are my absolute favorites!” she gabbled. “You have to know that.” The girl reached out and grabbed a passing waiter, shoving an expensive phone in his hand. “Take my picture with them.”
Shit.
Well, at least the girl was nice enough to wait until we were done with dinner.
We all stood up to take a picture with the groupie and I smiled and flirted because it was my job. My heart wasn't in it but hey, what did that matter?
The chick ran off once she saw that none of us were interested in fucking her. And once she was gone, we sat back down.
“I guess it's back to eating hamburger once we give up this steak, huh?”
Nick blinked, looking confused but Trent got what I was saying right away. He poked at the leftover piece of steak on his plate. Rubbery and disgusting.
“Yeah,” came that low voice. “We might as well enjoy her while we can. It fucking sucks but what can you do? She deserves better.”
And with that, it was decided. We were gonna love our girl a couple more times, but it was only temporary.
Because soon enough, Katy would have to go … taking our hearts with her.
CHAPTER NINE
Katy
Was Helena gonna ask me why I wanted it?
I checked my hair and face in the mirror one more time before sitting down in front of the open laptop. According to the clock, it was exactly six thirty when FaceTime chimed.
Okay. Here we go...
With butterflies in my belly, I answered the FaceTime call and forced myself to sit still, a professional smile in place. The sight of Helena's stern face always made me uncomfortable. She looked just as uptight as the first time, mouth pursed into a judgmental pout. A strong burgundy lip and thick mascara were heavy, but professional. The woman briefly glanced at her watch before looking at me through the screen.
“Good evening, Katy.”
I stammered out a greeting and smoothed my damp hands down my thighs.
Can she tell? Does she know that I had sex with the band? That I let them all touch me?
“How’s it going?” I tried in a chirpy voice like nothing was wrong.
It felt like the stern woman was dissecting me through the screen. She had to know. There was no other reason for her to stare, eyes calculating and crafty.
She knows…or does she?
I took a deep breath.
“Did you know...? I-I mean…have you heard—” I stammered, unable to finish. Never had a female been so intimidating. Women were supposed to be easier to talk to, not harder. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat, past the embarrassment, and tried again. “Did you know that the men wanted...?”
I still couldn’t say the words. We sat in silence until Helena steered the conversation in the right direction.
Her expression didn't change. The woman looked cool and calm, as my temperature rose, palms damp and clammy.