Tainted Love(26)

Walking out of the clubhouse, and lighting my cigarette, I see Phoebe pull up in her Black 2015 Nissan GTR Godzilla. It has all black everything, black rims, black tints, and black lights. It’s fucking immaculate, and so is Phoebe. She’s been a car enthusiast since she could walk. It had driven Blake crazy when she started going to street races, not just attending them, but racing in them also.

“Hey Phoebs, looking for bridezilla?” I ask, blowing out a smoke ring.

She coughs and whips the smoke away from her face. “Ade, you need to ditch the smokes. How do you lift and smoke at the same time? I don’t get it.”

I laugh. “I lift iron Phoebs, and I don’t fuck with cardio.”

Her heels start clicking as she walks in, before whipping around to look at me. “Ade, do not fuck with Kalie more than you already have. Please. The last thing she needs is drama. Her ex still harasses her phone and I ju—”

I cut her off, as soon as she said the word “ex,” I see red. “What do you mean, ex? I didn’t know she had an ex?”

Phoebe’s eyes narrow, as she crosses her arms in front of her and smirks. “Oh? You didn’t think you were the only one, did you? Ade, the girl is tearing up the streets of Hollywood Hills. She’s the latest Louis Vuitton handbag, and everyone wants their hands on it,” I state before walking off to the bar.

I didn’t realize I was fisting my hands together so tightly, till I feel my nails dig into my palm. Throwing down my smoke and stamping on it, I put on my helmet and ride out to see Drago. There’s no way this fucker is living past this week.





“Carter!” I scold down the phone line at my best friend’s crassness.

“Oh, what? I’m just saying if you give him the nookie, it might change.”

I roll my eyes while pulling bagels out of the toaster.

“He left last night, and he left a note with his number. I guess, I should text him?” I ask a little unsure.

“What are you eating?”

“A bagel, why?” I reply deadpan.

“Put the bagel down, Kalie. You have two weeks of not dancing, and we all know it goes straight to your ass.”

I drop my knife to the bench. “You know what, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, just for that comment I’ll be laying doubles down.”

He gasps dramatically. “Kalie-Rose! I’m not a drag.”

“Yet, girlfriend. You’re not a drag—yet.”

I take a big bite of my bagel, so he can hear the crunch and moan out in delight.

“All right, I’ve gotta go. I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too, bitch.”

Laughing I hang up my phone. I love Carter, we can thoroughly cuss the shit out of each other, but he’s like a brother to me and I love him dearly. I’m pouring myself a coffee when my phone rings again, I pick it up without looking mainly because I think it’s Carter again.

“What’s the matter? Forgot to tell me how big his cock was last night?” I say smiling down the phone.

“Kalie-Rose Reynolds! You watch that mouth.” I throw my hand up to my mouth at the sound of my mother’s voice. “Did he tell you, though? You know? How big it was?”

I scrunch up my face, dropping my bagel back onto my plate. My appetite is all but gone. “Mom, eew, no! I am not going there with you.”

She laughs. “All right honey, how are you? I’m just checking in.”

I pull my top off and my jeans. “Good. Vicky’s the ultimate bridezilla, but it’s all good.”

I hear her whistle through the phone and mumble out ordering another drink.

“Mom? Are you sipping margaritas at ten in the morning?”

She giggles. “Oh honey, when you have kids and they move out of home, you will understand.”

I huff my hair out of my face. “You have one kid, Mom, me. I didn’t think I was that bad, not bad enough to drive you to drink at ten in the morning anyway.”

She gulps down her drink. “That’s not why I called sweetie. Your father and I want to see you. When can you come and see us?”

I take hold of my phone and put it onto speaker, throwing it onto the bed so I can get changed properly. “I’ll try and make it over there soon. I promise. It’s just so far.”

“Kalie, we live in Vegas, not Chewbacca.”

I stop what I’m doing and laugh. “Mom, Chewbacca is not a town.”

“Yeah, yeah. Please come see us, darling?”

“I will Mom. I better go. I have a bride to please.”

“Okay honey, I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

Quickly brushing through my hair, platting it into a messy fishtail braid going down the side of my neck, I throw on a loose off-the-shoulder T-shirt and some denim short-shorts before heading down to my car. Popping open my door, I get in. Reaching into my bag, I pull out my sunnies and see my phone reminding me I need to text Ade. “Fuck! He probably…oh fuck it. I’ll just text him.” After slapping my forehead for talking to myself, I pull my phone out and text him.