“Kalie is a bridesmaid.”
Well, that wiped the smile off my face.
Fuck.
“Get this one!” Phoebe yells from the other side of the store.
I look over to it and scrunch up my face. “Phoebs, I don’t want to look like I’m one of his whores.”
Her face drops, along with the short skimpy dress she’s was holding her hand. I walk over to her and pat her shoulders. “I’m sorry, what I meant to say was that it’s a little short. I don’t want to flash my vag to a whole club of bikers.”
She laughs, putting the dress back on the rack. “No, you’re right. Maybe I should get it,” she answers, while admiring it on the rack.
I step in between her and the dress, shaking my head. “Nope, no way. Your brother is bad enough with you being around bikers…let alone, dressed in that around bikers.”
She rolls her eyes. “He’s literally the most annoying brother in history. He could even give Jacob a run for his money, and Jacob is fucking bad.”
I laugh while we are walking out of the one hundredth shop we have been in today.
“That’s true. Jacob loves his sister. He’s been a bit better since Blake, though,” I say, pulling my glasses down over my eyes.
“Yeah, I guess. I’m bringing Slade to the wedding.” She smiles, in awe of her boyfriend.
“Is this the first time Blake is going to meet him?” I ask, stopping in my steps.
She nods her head. “Yes, I’m a little worried about that.” She raises a single finger in innocence.
I laugh. “I’d be more than a ‘little worried.’ At least, he’s not a biker. And, at least, he’s not Ryder Oakley.” I laugh, shaking my head.
Her face drops to a frown. “Yeah, I guess.”
Not many people know about Ryder and Phoebe’s hot affair they had a couple of years ago, it ended quite badly so it’s a good thing Blake doesn’t know about it. Ryder Oakley is the biggest rock God of our time. Not only can the man sing, but he can play any instrument that’s placed into his hands. He’s the complete package. All tall, tattooed, muscles, and with the most sultry eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s a big-time player, though, always with different women, and the paparazzi follow his every step.
“We’ll get some lunch, and then I need to hit the gym. I’m dragging it out for as long as I can before I need to be in Westbeach.”
She laughs. “Oh boy, this is going to be good. I’ve heard that he’s been a little bad with the ladies lately. I think you have nothing to worry about.”
She’s referring to Ade.
I pull the door to our favorite café open. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
I hope he doesn’t remember me. What’s the chances of him remembering me? He’s probably been with hundreds of girls since then.
Dropping my shopping bags on the table, I twist my hair up into a messy top bun while I make my way into my room to throw on some workout clothes. My job alone would give any woman enough workout time, but all the extra exercise I do is for the sole purpose of eating more. You know energy in vs. energy out and all that.
“Carter, you home?” I yell while I strip down to my bra and panties, replacing my black lace bra for my sports one.
“Damn girl, if I were straight I would be tap’n that ass,” he says, leaning against my doorframe.
I roll my eyes. “You and I both know that isn’t true. I’m so scared about tomorrow that I’m going to sweat all my problems out at the gym.”
He walks in to help me with pulling on my tight tank top. “Why are you going so early? Isn’t the wedding this weekend?” I pick up my yoga pants and jump around, trying to get them past my fat ass.
“Yes, but Vicky is having a meltdown and begged me to come down earlier to help with all the things she needs help with. Also, it’s the hen’s night on Friday and there’s no way I’m missing that.”
I bend over to pick up the mess from clothes I left on the floor and Carter smacks my ass before replying, “And…what if Beyoncé called and she needed you on her video?” His eyebrows are raised.
I slip my shoes on and pick up my keys. “Then I’ll need to tell her to call Sophie. She’s just as good as me.”
He scoffs. “No, she is not. Last time you gave Sophie to one of your clients, she went all diva on them.”
Carter doesn’t like Sophie, they constantly fight when we’re all together. It’s exhausting to say the least.
“It’s fine, Carter, I’ll be back in two weeks. But right now, I need to hit the gym.”