I go to shuffle the cards before pausing, realizing what I’ve just said. I stop and look up at everyone who look shocked, except Vicky of course, she finds my verbal diarrhea amusing.
“Okay, fuck,” I say, trying to think of a way to cover what I’ve just said. Instead, I pour a shot of Absinthe and shoot it back. “Let’s just play the damn game, all right? Yes, Vicky and I had a semi-threesome with Blake. Done! Now let’s continue.”
Carter stands from the floor with an enormous smile on his face. “Oh hell, no! You’re not getting out of this without explaining.” I look to Vicky pleading for help.
She laughs. “It was a semi-threesome, the first night we meet Blake and the boys. Kalie was still a virgin and was only having a little play. However, it didn’t get far because then our door was kicked down by a fuming Ade, and the rest is well…the rest is history.”
I look at her. “Oh, but that’s not all, you see,” I begin, pouring another shot. I think I might not make it to town. “Vicky had another threesome that week.” I smile at her. Her eyes widen and she looks at Phoebe who’s smiling at her. I forgot about Phoebe and Ryder—the other man Vicky had a threesome with was Ryder Oakley. The lead singer and very, very, famous rock God from Twisted Transistor. He and Phoebe had a thing, but it was messy when they ended it. I don’t think she would care.
“Oh, please, don’t look at Phoebs. She wouldn’t care,” I mumble under my shot glass.
Vicky smiles at Phoebe and Alaina is looking anxious.
“Why the fuck do I not know what you two bitches are talking about?” Alaina asks pouring a shot. “Fuck, me. I’ll be needing one of these for this discussion, I think.” Carter takes the bottle from Aliana.
I shake my head at Vicky’s silence. “She had a threesome with Blake and Ryder Oakley.”
“What!” Alaina screams.
“Oh my God, it wasn’t a big deal,” she says looking nervously at Phoebe.
“Why are you looking at me?” Phoebe says turning red.
“It wouldn’t be the first time he was being a fucking whore. If I never see him again, it would be too early,” she spits, snatching the bottle off Carter and taking a drink.
“Well, at least you’ll be traveling around the world with some famous person soon, and will be too important to worry about Ryder Oakley,” I say to her and she smiles.
“Exactly.”
“Do you know who it is yet?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Maree hasn’t given me the details yet. She will on Monday, or I’ll lock her in a room until she does.” I laugh and start dealing out the cards. “Here we go kids.” I pick up my dock remote and turn on Qwote ft Pitbull ‘Throw Your Hands Up’ while we begin our night. Vicky stands on top of the coffee table, pulling me up with her dropping it low to the blaring music. I laugh and drag Phoebe up with me while Carter stands from his seat and begins putting us all to shame with his ass shaking skills.
This is going to be a long one.
“So you want us to pause the plans?” Blake asks down the phone.
“Yes, I need it bigger.”
“You don’t need a bigger house, Ade. If it’s just you…” he trails off in an asking tone.
“It’s just me, but I want big. The same ideas but with a couple extra rooms. I have the land to do it, so I may as well use it.”
“All right then, are you at the clubhouse?”
“Yeah, I just walked in. Call you back in a second.”
I walk in to find Zane on his laptop so I walk up behind him. “What are you doing on Fuckbook?” I ask, laughing at him.
He looks up at me, eyebrows raised. “Well, I’m personally not on Facebook, but Alaina left hers logged in. When I opened the laptop to go through some accounts, Facebook it was open.” He smiles pulling his lip into his mouth.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What? Spit it out Da Vinci.”
He turns the laptop around to face me, showing me photos of Kalie and Dominic all over each other, kissing, laughing, him holding her on his fucking lap.
“Fuck!” I yell. “When the fuck were these taken?”
Zane looks down to the laptop again. “A couple nights ago. Kalie ‘liked’ them too,” he teases.
“I swear to fucking God, Zane. Shut the fuck up. Let’s go.”
He stands from his seat. “Where?”
“Don’t play fucking dumb, we’re leaving. I’m claiming what’s mine. Now.” I storm out of there smashing the door open. “I’m going to get my fucking girl back.”
Zane laughs while following me out. “All right brother, I think they’re heading out tonight. I’ll text Alaina.”