Page 9 of Exactly What I Needed
My feelings were irrelevant now. Such a blissful night full of hot and heavy sex. At least my one and only hook-up could be something I was proud of.
I’d done it. I was actually proud of myself as I pulled my boots on in the elevator. Stepping outside of my comfort zone wasn’t even close to what I’d done. No, I’d shattered that thing!
Then my heart sank.
Sydney! My friends! What if they had tried to call me?
Ripping my phone out of my pocket, I jogged from the elevator and rushed outside in a panic. Only to roll my eyes. The only text or call I’d received was a list of groceries I needed to pick up for Katie on Monday. Which meant that they were probably still wherever that party had been last night. Opening my phone, I quickly found all seven of their locations at the same place. An address that I didn’t know.
Once I had finally made it back to the car, I unlocked it and slid into the driver's seat. Man, I wished I could tell Sydney what I’d done. Leaning myhead back against the gray leather headrest, I sighed. She would be proud of me, though pissed that it was with him.
Oh my gosh, whathadI done? My eyes shot open as the reality of it all settled on me. She’d claimed him. Ages ago, when she’d learned about the band, she’d called dibs on the singer—even if technically calling dibs on someone famous wasn’t actually possible. All the same. She’d called dibs. On him. On Asher. I hadn’t even bothered to listen to their music until last night. And within the same night, I’d broken girl code.
She could never find out. No matter how exciting it had been, I could never tell Sydney.
Good thing he was out of my life and gone. I wouldn’t go to another Void concert with her; I had to show her that I hadn’t done this to hurt her.
Oh my goodness, idiot. I was an absolute idiot. What a horrible friend I was. I’d been absolutely selfish last night, and instead of thinking about Sydney and how hard she’d been crushing on him, I gave in. For what? One night of pleasure?
One amazing night of pleasure… Filled with the most gorgeous man…
That smile… His panting…
I sank in the seat, feeling absolutely blissful as memories swept in again.
His loud moans that had escaped his chest while he shoved—
“Stop it!” I scolded myself, shaking out of the memories. That was done. Never again.
Sitting upright, I tapped on her contact and pressed call. It rang and rang as I turned the engine over. Flipping to the Bluetooth of her Mercedes, it finally connected on the fifth ring.
“What?” she groggily said.
“Sydney. It’s seven in the morning, and you haven’t called for me to come get you.” Regardless of what I’d done last night, I was concerned for her. I should’ve been concerned for her…
“It’s what?” she gasped, finally waking up.
“Were you asleep?”
“I totally didn’t mean to be!”
“Is the party still going?”
“Yeah, Tera is still awake! She’s been keeping an eye on the rest of us and flirting with some guys.”
I chuckled. Same old Tera. “I’m on my way to get you now, okay?”
“I should’ve just had you come last night,” she muttered as I put the car into drive and began following the map to her location.
“Why’s that?”
“He never showed. Normally, the whole band comes to the afterparty, but this time, everyone except Asher showed up,” she mumbled, disappointed, and my heart sank.
Shit. What did I do?
“Who’s Asher?” I lied.
“Oh, that’s right. That’s the lead singer. His real name.” She coughed for a second as I shook my head. “He always comes. Everyone was so shocked he wasn’t with the rest of the band.”
