Take Me for Granted (Take Me #1)(80)

Though, I knew it was only a matter of time before I made my way over there to try to convince her that she had made a terrible mistake. Until my resolve broke, I was going to try to give her the space she had requested. I didn’t know what I’d do if she turned me down. I’d probably keep trying.

I left the studio early and drove home to shower before going into the city. The guys were playing video games in the living room, and it all felt so normal. It was a nice change of pace from how we’d all been acting since New Year’s.

Miller nodded at me when I walked in the door. “How was work?”

I shrugged. “I bet we could get some free studio time next week.”

“Nice.”

“What are you up to tonight? I’m meeting up with Donovan in the city for a few drinks. You interested?”

Miller shifted his gaze and fidgeted in his seat. I looked over at McAvoy, and he also seemed uncomfortable. Even Vin wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Okay…what’s going on?”

“We already have plans,” Miller said.

“Doing what?”

“We’re, uh…going over to Ari’s place tonight—”

“What?” I bellowed, completely blowing up. “You’re going over there? I haven’t even been over there!”

McAvoy sighed and nodded. “I’m sort of seeing her roommate, Gabi, and Vin is seeing Cheyenne. Miller was planning to hang out with Shelby.”

I stared at Miller, waiting for him to respond. “What about Sydney?”

“Sydney wants what she wants when she wants it. Right now, she’s back in Knoxville, probably f**king half the school. And before you blow up on me, just think about it. You know it’s true.”

“Whatever. So…you’re all just going over to hang out at Ari’s house, and I’m just here?”

“Bro, we want you there,” McAvoy said.

“But she doesn’t,” I finished for him.

McAvoy shrugged in apology.

Ari didn’t want me there. She hadn’t asked for me. Fuck, things were really over.

“All right,” I said, slowly backing away. “I’ll just go visit Donovan in the city. You guys have a good time.”

The guys looked at me with varying levels of sympathetic faces. They knew I’d been f**ked-up about Ari. They knew I’d been beating myself up about it. But there was nothing to be done.

I’d just go see her later this week. I’d let her tell me to my face that it was over, and then I’d find a bottle and drown myself in it.

I met Donovan in the penthouse suite he was staying in. He was shirtless with a bottle of whiskey out in front of him and his guitar in his lap. The rest of the band was there as well with nearly naked girls hanging all over them. Donovan had two girls in nothing more than sheer lingerie sitting at his feet, staring up at him with idol worship.

“McDermott!” Donovan said, waving me over. “Just in time!”

“For what?”

“The party.”

It appeared that the party was already well underway, but Donovan might be on something a little harder than that whiskey sitting in front of him.

“Didn’t realize I’d be walking in on a…pajama party,” I said.

“Guess the invite got mixed up. Girls, maybe you can help McDermott out of his shirt?”

The girls got up automatically. There was no hesitation. They were just going to take my clothes off because Donovan had told them to.

“Uh…no. I got it.”

I slipped out of my shirt, and the girls looked disappointed, like they really had wanted to do it for me.

I dropped into the seat next to Donovan. “Quite a place you have here.”

“Yeah. Hollis wanted the best.”

“Nice.”

I crossed my arms and looked at all the girls. I knew that there were girls like this at the shows, and damn, it was pretty easy to come by girls who wanted to f**k me. I was sure it was easier to get girls for The Drift, who were legit rock stars, but still, it wasn’t even dinner yet, and there were at least thirty hot-as-shit girls in lingerie in his hotel room.

“Where do the girls come from?”

Donovan was playing a new tune on his guitar, and he stopped at my question. “Oh, Hollis finds them. Most are regulars. I mean, you know Jaci,” Donovan said with a wink as he pointed at a girl across the room, who was wearing nothing but a black lace thong.

“She looks familiar,” I said. I remembered Vin had wanted to get with her, and Hollis had tried to push her on me, but that was it.

“Well, you f**ked her on New Year’s. I’d hope she looked familiar.”

Time froze. I reacted without another thought. “What? I didn’t f**k anyone on New Year’s!”

Donovan gave me a knowing look. “Oh, come on. Were you that f**ked-up? You left with her right after you got offstage. Hollis saw you leave.”

Anger started to settle into the pit of my stomach. “I went home after the show. Straight home. I didn’t have anyone with me.”

I didn’t know why I was trying to defend this to Donovan. He probably thought it was good that I’d f**ked one of the groupies after the show. That was commonplace after all.

“All right, man. Whatever you want me to believe. I won’t fault you for f**king a groupie. I got some good action with that Ari girl you were hanging out with at the lodge.”