Take Me with You (Take Me #2)(7)

I scrunched my eyebrows together. “They don’t have a show tonight.”

“Well, they blasted all over social media that they’re there and want all their fans to come down for the show for some Bank Avenue group.”

“I’ve never heard of them.” I entered the name into Google. There weren’t many hits, but I found a small website that showed the band. “Oh Jesus.”

“What?” Cheyenne came around and glanced over my shoulder. “Oh.”

The lead singer was smoking hot. She had pixie-cut black hair and exotic almond-shaped eyes. In the picture, she had on black leather pants and a tiny lace bra with electric-blue high heels.

“Now, why would the guys want to go to see Bank Avenue and have all of their followers see them?” I asked.

“Someone wants to f*ck that girl.”

We glanced at each other, and Cheyenne sighed. “Come on. I’ll do your makeup.”

Ten minutes later, I was in a blue strapless dress that Cheyenne had insisted on. She was coating my face in products. I’d drawn the line at her messing with my hair. I wasn’t going to the League to party. I was going to find out what the f*ck was going on with my boyfriend. I knew that I’d been off, but that didn’t mean he had a free pass. We’d been there before. He should know better.

“Are you sure I can’t do something to your hair?” Cheyenne asked.

She brushed her fingers through it, and I swatted her hand away.

“Let’s just go. Who knows what kind of debauchery they’ve gotten into already?”

“All right, Aribel.” Cheyenne stepped back and knocked into my purse.

It fell over onto the floor and spilled the contents, including the prescription birth control I had picked up earlier from the pharmacy.

Cheyenne’s eyebrows rose as she picked up the packet of pills. “Whoa. Things are serious, aren’t they?”

I snatched the prescription out of her hand and stuffed it into a drawer, out of sight. “Forget you saw that.” I quickly scooped up everything else on the floor and threw it back in my bag.

“What? It’s just the pill. I’ve been on it since I was sixteen.”

“Well, I’m not you, and I haven’t told Grant. So, forget about it.”

Cheyenne laughed. “Whatever you want, but I think he’ll be excited. Then, you won’t have to use a condom.”

I blanched.

Her laugh turned into a cackle. “Oh, my sweet, innocent Aribel.”

“Leave me alone, Cheyenne.” I stuck my finger in her face. “And don’t say a word.”

She mimed zipping her lips. Her eyes twinkled with delight. She loved taunting me about this shit. I grabbed my purse, and we left the apartment. We got into Cheyenne’s car, and she zoomed toward the League.

“Where are Gabi and Shelby anyway?” I asked.

Cheyenne shrugged. “Studying, I think. If I know them though, they’re probably ditching the library and on their way to see the guys. No one ignores an SOS.”

I sulked further into the seat. It was no wonder Grant was ignoring my calls. How many groupies was I about to walk through to get to him?

Another thought nagged at me. What would happen if they got signed and went on tour? He’d have all his vices around him all the time. I wanted to trust Grant, but everyone had limits with the amount of temptation surrounding them.

“Girl, I can see the worry all over your face. Just relax. Grant’s crazy about you. I’m sure it’s fine.”

“He hasn’t returned my messages today,” I whispered.

“Probably because he was out with the guys and didn’t hear his phone. Don’t think the worst until we find out what’s going on.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Since when did you become the sensible one?”

“As soon as you fell in love with Grant McDermott of all people.”

“Yeah. What was I thinking?” I asked.

“Best sex you ever had?”

I glared at her. “Honestly?”

“Oh, right—the only sex you’ve ever had.”

“Don’t fault me because I’m not a whore like you, Cheyenne.”

She shrugged her shoulders and smirked as she pulled into the League parking lot. “We can’t all have such high aspirations as me.”

“Oh, is that what you call it?”

“So, I like rock-star dick. I don’t see you complaining.”

“No complaints here,” I grumbled. No complaints about the sex at least. Just all the complications that came with it.

The parking lot was packed full. Cheyenne finally found a spot on the street a couple of blocks down, and we walked the short trek back to the bar. I braced myself for pandemonium before following Cheyenne through the door.

The League looked like every other night when ContraBand was in the house. Female bodies filled more than three-quarters of the room, and there was a crowd of screaming people by the stage. Cheyenne grabbed my hand as she elbowed her way through the crowd. We stopped once we reached the table where Miller, McAvoy, and Vin sat, staring up at the stage with shit-eating grins on their faces.

Where the hell was Grant if all the guys were here? My eyes traveled away from the table and up to the stage. My heart sank.

The entire time I’d been getting through the crowd, I hadn’t truly paid attention to what was going on. I knew Bank Avenue was playing. I knew the lead singer was gorgeous. But I hadn’t anticipated this.