Making His Baby(69)

“Ever think about acting like a decent human once in a while?” Geoff tosses out, still not looking up from his phone. “You know, being loyal and shit?”

“Loyal?” I roll my eyes and lay a heavy hand on his shoulder. He shrugs me off but I put it back with a tight squeeze. “Geoff, let me explain something to you. I bust my ass eighty to ninety hours a week while rich fucks in Hollywood divorce their arm-candy wives or their trophy husbands to go fuck the mailman for the rest of their fucked little lives. With me in the goddamn middle of their bullshit. Once a week, I let my dick loose. I earned that shit.”

Though I know that tonight my dick is staying in my pants, but Geoff doesn’t need to know that.

“Whatever.” Geoff slides out of the seat and throws a twenty on the table. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Whatever.” I shoot him the finger as he walks away and drain my glass.

“Eric fucking Stevens.” The blonde is back, blocking my way. “What are you doing back here?”

Over the top of her head, I can see Paxton pathetically striking out. The one in red actually hands the wine bottle back, mostly full. They look angry. But there’s a blonde with tits hanging out of her dress directly in front of me, oozing desperation.

“Rebecca! I thought that was you but you ran off so fast. I’m so sorry about your shirt.”

“You don’t remember me.” She’s fighting to look angry, but it’s an act. Saying her name was the magic key. Maybe having Geoff around wasn’t so bad, after all. “You were supposed to call me back.”

“I wanted to. I lost my phone on the subway when I went to New York the next week and lost your number. I’ve been here waiting for you to show back up so I could get it!”

She balls her fists in my shirt. I hold my hands up slightly and get ready to launch a joke when she holds up a hand.

“Save your shit, Stevens. You deleted my number and never wanted to call back. That’s fine. I know your type. We’re going to back to my place anyway and you’re going to lick my clit until I decide I don’t want to look at your face anymore.”

My face cracks into a grin. Even when I’m not in the mood for a fuck, a woman throws herself at me.





CHAPTER THREE



KATE



“And now release into Savasana. Feel the breath leaving your body, wave by wave.” Anna’s silky voice drifts across the room. Her words stick to my sweat-coated arms as I try to relax on the foam mat.

“I hate you.” Lily whispers from the corner of her mouth next to me. “I hate you so much right now.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I whisper back, eyes closed, feeling very much like the corpse this pose called for. “We are never doing this after a night out again.”

“I’m never drinking again.”

“Liar.”

“Your face is a liar.”

“Savasana requires silence, ladies.” Anna gently reprimands us from the front. I’m surprised she hasn’t booted us from the class already because we are forever being lectured. “This is a time of reflection and peace.”

I swallow the sharp laugh welling in my throat. There is no peace for me right now. Anna can’t even feign ignorance because my entire life is pasted across every news outlet and magazine on the planet. Who doesn’t love a good Look How They’ve Fallen story?

Everyone stares at me when I walk into yoga every week as is. They know. They know there is no peace while they gossip over their mat rolls and bare feet. In the way they sneak glances across the room, to see if I’m crying again during our breathing exercises.

I should probably stop coming here. Forever. The hangover doesn’t help.

Anna hits the gong to signal the end of class and everyone shuffles to their feet. I can feel their hot gazes as they leave. I become more corpse-like than ever. Lily chats with a few as they leave, gathering our things so I don’t have to talk to anyone.

“I think it’s time to reconsider a private instructor.” Lily sits next to me once the room is clear. “Fuck David. I’ll pay for it.”

“I would never ask that of you.” I roll to sitting and stretch my sore muscles. My stomach clenches because it’s still angry and everything is hellish. “Besides, neither one of us have a room to crank up the heat to expel the demons or whatever bullshit Anna is hocking this week.”

“I never said Anna.” Lily scoffs. “Someone sexy and bendy. Someone who will guide your body from pose to pose, with big hands and a bigger—”

“Got it.” I stop her. “Let’s not. I’ll die. If I don’t get laid soon, I’m probably going to combust.”