Now she looks even more confused. “What tablet?”
I scoff and shake my head. “The tablet, Maya. You know, the one with the limo fuckfest starring Megan and Madden?”
She gasps. “What? Are you kidding me right now?”
I look at her funny. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” I hold my swollen fists up before icing them again.
“You’re telling me that someone brought a tablet to your room, and it was a video of Megan and Madden having sex?” She looks baffled. Is it possible she didn’t know about this?
“No,” I say slowly. “Not having sex.” Thank fuck. “Well, not exactly. Everything but,” I add with a grimace.
“What did this guy look like?”
I describe him as best as I can, but honestly, that was the least of my concerns today.
“Dammit.” She actually stomps her foot. “That’s one of my boss’s personal assistants. He set this up.”
“What’s it matter, though, Maya? Whether I saw the video or not, it doesn’t change the fact that it happened. They did those things.” Only hours after Megan and I.
“I bet Madden got one, too,” she muses, still caught up in the puzzle she’s putting together.
“Based on the way he was tearing into that bag when I arrived in the gym, I’d say the chances are good. He was almost as upset over it as I was.” If not just as upset. Something I’ll have to think about later. When I’m not still ready to murder him for touching Megan.
That gets her attention. “What did you say?”
My eyebrows furrow. “That we were both upset over it?”
“Yeah.” She steps closer, looking me in the eye. “Just tell me one thing, Tristan.”
I shrug, and she takes that as a yes.
“Do you really care about Megan? Like honestly and truly care about her?”
I sigh, running my hands through my hair. What’s the point in denying it? I’ll tell Megan soon enough. As soon as she doesn’t think it’s just a ploy to get her to sleep with me or to choose me over Madden.
“Yeah,” I say finally. “I do. I really do care about her.”
The way she smiles is like I just told her she won the fucking lottery or something. “What am I missing here?” I ask.
She shakes her head, pointing up. “Sorry, five minutes are up.” Tossing me my mic pack, Maya heads toward the stairs leading to Megan’s room. Where Megan’s been camped out all day. I haven’t seen her since the flight.
“What are you doing?” I ask suspiciously.
She gives me a wink. “Saving your ass.”
Megan
I wince with every blow, my body jerking. I want to look away from the scene unfolding on my flat screen in my bedroom, but my eyes are glued to the footage of Tristan and Madden fighting like they’re going for the Sugar Ray Robinson Award.
I can’t believe it. The things they’re saying sound like they’re arguing about business, but it’s obvious they’re fighting about me. I don’t know what to think about it or how I feel.
Other than horrified that the two men I might be starting to care about are taking each other out in the gym. I know it’s not a live feed, so there’s no point in going to break it up. But I can hardly stand it.
Maya bursts through my door without so much as a knock, takes one look at my face, and hauls me up off the bed and into the bathroom behind her, shutting and locking the door.
I sigh. Obviously she wants to talk in secret again.
“Don’t you think you’re going to get in trouble i