The one I wanted to have it with.
"If you're okay, I need to go. Will you be in the office tomorrow?"
"No," Aiden says as she smiles at me and mouths, "Yes."
This time, I jump back in my car and tear out of the driveway.
CHAPTER FOUR
Keatyn & Aiden's beach house - Malibu
ARIELA
Keatyn and Aiden sit back down as their chef serves the main course.
"I owe you an apology, Ariela," Keatyn says sincerely. "I should have told you Riley would be here. I didn't think it all through. It's been a long time."
"It has been. I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch, but it was just too hard."
"You were married," Dallas states, pointing at my finger. I took off my wedding ring, but I couldn't take off the tan line.
"I still am married. Keatyn tells me you might be able to help me file for a divorce?"
"What's your state of residence?"
"Connecticut."
"I know just the person who can help you with that. In fact, you know her. Well, used to know her."
"Who?"
"Annie," Keatyn says, scooping up another portion of mashed potatoes. I can't help but wonder how in the world she stays so thin.
"Annie is a divorce attorney?"
"Yeah," she replies, but then she hesitates. "Oh . . ."
"Oh, what?"
"Um, well, Dallas, you know, that might not be the best idea," she says to him.
"Oh," RiAnne says, covering her mouth.
"Why not?" I ask.
"She's married to Riley's brother, Camden."
"Really? Wow. First, Jake, then sexy Cam. That's awesome. Good for her."
"Yeah, they have a fun story. She was sort of forced to help him graduate."
"Only took him like seven years," Dallas says. "I was already starting law school by then."
"I'd love to get in touch with her," I tell them. "I expect my husband will want to fight the divorce. But enough about me, catch me up on your lives."
Dallas leans into his pregnant wife and says, "I had hot sex with my secretary today."
My face goes white. "What?"
RiAnne playfully punches him. "He's teasing. One time he heard a joke about a man who had an affair with his secretary and fell asleep at her house. Instead of freaking out, he told her to take his shoes outside and put grass and dirt on them.
Aiden laughs along with them, but I'm horrified. "Yeah, and when the guy walked in the house, his wife demanded to know where he'd been."
RiAnne rolls her eyes at them. "He tells her that he couldn't lie to her. He was having an affair with his secretary. The woman looked at his shoes, called him a liar, and accused him of playing golf."
"So, now, whenever he plays golf, he says he's with his secretary," Keatyn laughs too.
"I wish my husband liked golf more than his secretary," I mutter, taking a big gulp of wine.
RiAnne's eyes get huge. "It's funny to us because I used to be his secretary. Uh, but, now, it doesn't seem so funny. I'm sorry. Is that why you're getting a divorce?"
"Collin's been having an affair with his secretary. But that's just an excuse. I never should have married him in the first place."
"I couldn't help but notice you're wearing the Hello Kitty ring Riley gave you when he asked you to be his girlfriend," Keatyn says.
I look down and study it, tears filling my eyes. "Yeah, it's what gave me the strength to come here."
CHAPTER FIVE
Club Razor - Hollywood
RILEY
I was going to make a bootie call but, instead, I call Knox.
"I am in serious need of a drink. Meet me at Razor in ten," I tell him. "I'll call and let them know we're coming so our section is ready."
A few minutes later, I'm handing my keys to the valet and being escorted to our VIP section.
The music is loud. The lights are flashing. The beat thumps in my chest.
And there are already girls lined up to see us.
This is more like it.
Knox strides in a few minutes after I do. We sit on the leather couch, toast to a good night, and down a few shots of tequila.
Make that four.
Or five.
Whatever. Thank god, I'm finally feeling buzzed.
And maybe a little drunk.
I have to pee, so I head to the bathroom while Knox starts grinding on two of the girls who were let into our section. Ron, our usual VIP bouncer, knows by now which ones to let in and which ones to turn away. Hot blondes with smoking bodies for me. Big tits for Knox.
I push the door to the bathroom open, remembering just a few months ago when a girl followed me in. I'd never seen her before, but she was hot and horny, so I leaned her over the sink and fucked her. I remember watching her titties bouncing in the mirror with every thrust. As I was coming, she said ohmigawd and proceeded to puke into the sink. I disposed of my condom and got the hell out of there as fast as I could. At least she waited to puke until I was done.
So she had that going for her.
Maybe tonight I'll do the same, just find a girl who's not as drunk.
I'm making my way to the dance floor, hoping to find my next bathroom fuck, when the DJ blasts the words no man in a club wants to hear: If you want it, you gotta put a ring on it.
I hate when they play this fucking song. All the girls put their hands up in the air and think they have the power.
Tonight, though, the song brings back a memory.
One I've tried for years to forget.
I'm back on the Eastbrooke campus, standing outside her dorm just before curfew.
What if we got married? Then your dad couldn't say anything.
He'd still cut me off.
So? My parents are paying for my college. What's mine is yours. I've got money coming from the movie and three more music videos lined up to produce. We'll get by.
She grabs ahold of my face and looks deeply into my eyes. You'd really marry me, Riley?
Right this second if I could. I don't have a ring, but I'll get down on one knee and ask you right now.
I drop to my knee, take her hand in mine, and say, Ariela, will you marry me, go to California with me, and love me forever?
She smiles at me, tears in her eyes, and says yes.
I shake my head, willing away the memory.
Clearly, I'm in need of another shot.
Bouncer Ron fist bumps me, smiles, and gestures to the women he's allowed in. He's proud of his choices. I'm not sure if I'm just drunk and horny tonight, but I'd have to agree.
In fact, I might skip fucking a drunk girl in the bathroom and take a couple of girls home instead.
A nice threesome.
That will help me forget.
I down another shot and slide between two of the prettiest. They sandwich me in, both grinding against me. I close my eyes and enjoy it.
When I open my eyes, I see Ariela out on the dance floor.
I blink my eyes, thinking I'm hallucinating. How many shots have I had?
But, no, it's her, looking hot in a skimpy little black dress. And some guy has his hands all over he
r ass.
I lose it.
Jump over the VIP railing and onto the dance floor, push the guy off her, and pull her into my arms.
"Are you following me?" I yell at her.
"No!" she yells back.
"Good," I say, as the guy comes back looking for a fight. I raise my finger into the air, letting Bouncer Ron know there's going to be trouble. He bounds over the railing and, with the help of two other bouncers, drags Mr. Hands off the dance floor.
What I'm about to do is so against my better judgement but, what the fuck?
Tonight Ariela is going to be just another sexy piece of ass.
I'll dance with her, get her drunk, hot, and horny, then I'll take her home, fuck the shit out of her, and forget about her for once and for all.
Just like all the others.
To all the girls I've fucked before.
That can be my theme song.
CHAPTER SIX
Friend's home - Santa Monica
ARIELA
When I get back from Malibu, my friend is waiting for me in her kitchen.
"So, the kids are in bed and my husband is home. Let's go to a club."
"A club?" A club is the last place I want to go. I'm mentally exhausted from seeing Riley.
From being near him.
From kissing him.
"I have a dress you can wear, in case you didn't bring one. Come on, I haven't been to a club in ages. And you need to get out there. Speaking of which, how was dinner with your old friends?"
"He was there," I say quietly, still barely believing it myself.
"Oooh, tell me all the details. I'll grab a bottle of wine."
"Uh, no, let's do the club," I say. On second thought, clubs are loud and talking is nearly impossible. The last thing I want to do is talk about my night. Drinking sounds like a better idea.
Drinking, dancing, and not thinking.
I shimmy into a spandex dress, throw on a pair of heels, and pretty soon we're waiting in line.
"I can't believe we have to wait in line on a Monday night. We look good, right? Like good enough to get in? What do you think of this shirt with this skirt? I picked this shirt since it's flowy on the bottom and hides my belly. I got my body back right away after my first two, but this third one is killing me."
"You look great," I tell her.
"So, tell me about tonight."
"He was there."
"Yeah, you said that already. How did he look?"
