“Piss off,” I tell him.
“Excuse me?” Ryan looks stunned.
“Oh, don’t you understand that? It means this conversation is over.”
“Kara, please,” Ryan calls out behind me, refusing to relent or give up and go home. “You’re not yourself right now. Those drinks are dangerous. Please...if you won’t talk to me, at least heed my warning.”
/> I ignore him and jog to my waiting limo. I climb inside and throw the door shut behind me with a slam.
Fuck Ryan. He can’t tear me down or break my stride. I’m on top of the world right now.
But as the Tokyo night sky drifts and blurs through the window of the back seat, I find myself seething.
I’d be lying if I said that Ryan’s claims haven’t rattled me...
And there’s only one way to make sure it’s not true.
Chapter 34
Kara
I have to admit it, my head is fucking spinning. Falling flat on my face earlier?combined with Ryan filling my mind with his toxic fucking bullshit?is enough to nearly make my brain explode.
I’m tempted to have a drink—or an entire fucking pizza. But to face Chase and Eric, I need to be composed, not sloshed.
Because one thing is for fucking sure, if I start with one drink—or one greasy slice right now—I won’t stop.
For some reason, the drive to the hotel seems to take extra fucking long. Is the driver fucking lost, or am I just too impatient to function right now?
Take a deep breath Kara, I tell myself and do just that.
The words Ryan spat at me swirl round and round my head like bees in a fucking bottle.
Of course I didn’t want Ryan to see it, but he’s got me rattled. What if there is some fucking truth to all the shit he said? What if there are really hundreds of horny sex-crazed women after my two men?
My men. Fuck.
I might not even need a drink to be under the influence. I’ve been guzzling as much Protein Plus shakes as I’ve wanted over the last few months—and I’ve wanted a whole fucking lot.
Am I under the spell of their magic fucking cum, too? I shake my head.
This is one fucking screwed up mess if Ryan is telling me the truth.
I clutch onto the life-saving thought Ryan was only fucking motivated by getting me back. He finally saw the light and realized what a fucking treasure he lost when he booted me out of his life two years ago. Maybe the only way he knows how to get me back is by spreading untruths about the two men I’ve fallen for.
I can only hope.
Finally, the limo comes to a stop. I practically leap out of it and run through the lobby. I need to hear it from their fucking lips. I need to hear them tell me it’s all fucking right.
In my hurry to get to the room, I bump into a good looking young man who catches me just as I stumble because of our fucking impact.
“Sorry,” I mumble and keep going. There’s definite lust in his eyes and his hands held onto me a bit longer than necessary.
If Chase and Eric had been here, they would’ve beaten the shit out of this guy for getting so handsy with me. But they’re not here—and I don’t fucking care. I’m on a fucking mission, and nothing or nobody is going to get in my way.
I see them as soon as I burst through the door.
“Hey, babe,” Eric smiles and comes toward me.