Newly Exposed (38 page)

My mouth hung open at her brazenness as she walked away from me. I wanted to tell her to take her room key and shove it up her ass and that I was with Solo, but I knew that would put Solo’s job in jeopardy. At least, I thought it would, and I didn’t want to risk her job since she loved it so much.
 

“Wow, that was hot,” Scout said, as he came up and clapped me on the back.
 

“Does she do that to everyone?” I asked, still astonished.
 

“No, I think only Gunner and Ty. Me and the other guys aren’t her type.”

“What’s her type?” I asked, trying to figure out how I compared to Gunner and Ty that would group me with those two guys.
 

“Douche bag,” Scout said, with a punch to my arm.
 

“Fuck you,” I said, while Scout laughed at his lame ass joke.
 

“So, are you going to go?”

I tilted my eyebrow at him and said, “Are you fucking serious right now? Why on earth would I go to her room when I have the most fucking gorgeous women ever waiting for me at home? No need, man, I’m completely satisfied.”

“Correct answer,” Scout said with a smirk. “I like Solo, man; I don’t want you screwing her over…”

“Like Ty?” I added, bringing up a still-sore subject.
 

“Yeah, sorry about that. I feel like a total fuck up for telling you. I thought you knew.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m glad it came up. Solo and I were able to work some things out…for the most part,” I said, looking over the crowd.
 

“What do you mean for the most part?”

“We didn’t talk for two days. I just talked to her this morning for the first time. Things are a little rocky, but we’ll get there.”

“Well, don’t fuck it up,” Scout warned. “You’re my buddy, but my loyalty is with Solo.”

I whipped my head around and looked at him with shock. “Whatever happened to bro code?” I asked with a smile.
 

“Dude, she makes me look good and hooks me up with hotties; there is no way I’m fucking with that.”

“I guess bros before hoes is a myth then. Good to know.”

“I’m glad you found out now,” Scout laughed, just as Nikko walked up to us holding more beers.
 

He looked down at my almost full beer and scowled at me.
 

“How long have you been nursing that thing?” Nikko asked, nodding toward the beer in my hand.
 

“Not that long, just got it.”

Nikko came up to my face and looked me up and down. “How drunk are you?”

“Not drunk, I’m not a big drinker, remember? This is only my second beer.”

“Damn, more for me then,” Nikko said, putting all three beer bottle heads in his mouth and guzzling.
 

Holy fuck!

Scout just laughed as Nikko formed himself his own beer bong. It was too impressive not to watch. Not finishing the bottles, but making a great dent, he pulled away and shook his head.
 

“I’m getting laid tonight; I don’t care what Zia says. I’ve been busting my ass in the gym for the past month. I deserve some drunk pussy.” He looked around and eyed two girls making out. “I think I might have found my target. A little threesome might be right up my alley tonight. I know Ty will cover me; the douche is probably bringing someone over anyway.” Nikko turned back toward us and said, “You up for a little run in the morning before we take off?”

“After your threesome and most likely killer hangover?” Scout asked.
 

“Eh, better to run it off, puke it out, and then get on the plane. So, you up for it?”

“Not if you’re going to be blowing chunks the whole time, seriously man. Who would want to run with that?”

“Your loss,” he shrugged his shoulder and turned toward me. “You in?”

Trying not to laugh at the disgusted look on Scout’s face, I said, “I think I’ll miss the puke parade this go around. Maybe next time, though.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Nikko said, walking toward the two girls who would most likely end up with him tonight.
 

“Never heard of curing a hangover that way before,” I said to Scout, just as my phone buzzed.
 

“He’s an original, that’s for sure.”

I pulled my phone out while asking, “Isn’t he some kind of MMA fighter?”

“Yeah, he also does some stunts on occasion. Well, he used to until he broke his leg and Zia made him sign a contract that says as long as he’s with Teeg Model Management, he won’t be doing any stunts.”

Interesting. I glanced down at my phone and saw it was a text from Solo. Looking around to see if Zia was anywhere near, I opened the message and turned away from the crowd.
 

Solo: Home from work and depressed as hell that you’re not waiting for me in my bed. Can’t wait to have you home tomorrow. We have a lot of making up to do.

Adam: You got that right, muffin. Believe me, right now, I would rather be cuddling your sweet ass and kissing that sweet spot between your ear and neck, you know the one that makes you extremely wet.
 

Solo: And I would be rubbing that rod between your legs, you know that one that explodes when it’s inside of my pussy?

I choked on my beer as I read Solo’s text. My girl was a little randy, and I liked it!

Adam: One more comment like that and I might have to excuse myself to the bathroom.

Solo: If you do, Facetime me; I would be more than happy to help you get off.
 

Fuck. I missed her. I was about to text back when my phone vibrated at me, telling me I needed to charge my phone, once again. Instead of texting back, I pocketed my phone so I could squeeze out a little extra charge for when we finally left the party. I wanted to be able to call Solo on the way up to my hotel room.
 

“Axel,” Zia called out from behind me. “They want one last group photo. Get your butt over here.”

Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked over to a crowd of girls who were shouting my model name, practically screaming my name and waving their arms for me to come closer.
 

They fucking terrified me. Most of them had bathing suits on, some of them were topless, and some of them were licking their lips while thrusting their chests in my direction. Sweet Jesus.
 

“Get in here,” Zia called out to me.
 

All the guys were positioned with a girl in their arms, and that left me with Zia, of course. Hesitant, I walked toward her and got between her and Nikko who was eye-fucking the girl’s breasts who he was attached to.
 

“Wrap your arms around me and lean over my shoulder,” Zia said, as she scooted her ass into my crotch. I held back the obscenity that wanted to escape and continued to be the perfect model that she wanted me to be.
 

Her necklaces rattled as she tried to get in position, flipped her ponytail to the side, and leaned against me. I lowered my head over her shoulder, wrapped my arms around her petite waist, and smiled at the camera, just wanting to get this over with. She pressed her head against mine and wrapped her hand around my neck, making our pose that much more intimate.
 

The photographer took his jolly ass fucking time positioning everyone else, so I was stuck holding Zia until everyone was ready to go.
 

Finally, the photographer counted off and took a couple of shots. Once he gave us the thumbs up, I released Zia and felt a buzz in my pocket, which she did as well, since she had her ass pressed up against me. I thought it was a text message until my phone continued to buzz.
 

Zia looked at me with disapproval, but I still pulled the phone out of my pocket and saw that it was my Aunt Sarah calling. My heart seized in my chest, because the only reason she would be calling me is if something happened to my mom, since she knew I was at an event.
 

“I have to take this,” I said to Zia with an apologetic look, and then bolted to the side of the pool area where I could hear her better.
 

“Aunt Sarah?” I answered, hoping my mind was just going to a dark place, given the situation.
 

“Adam,” Aunt Sarah’s voice sounded weak.
 

“Yes, Aunt Sarah, can you hear me?”

“Barely. It’s your mom, she…” her voice cut out, thanks to the DJ who was thanking everyone for joining the party.
 

Fuck!

“Aunt Sarah, I can’t hear you, what happened?”

“You need to get here, Adam!” she shouted in the phone, just as my phone went dead.
 

My heart beat rapidly against my chest as I tried to figure out what the hell just happened. The guys were all huddling around some partially naked girls and Zia was walking back to the hotel; I needed to talk to her.
 

Scout eyed me as I ran after Zia, but I just shook my head and called out to her for her to wait up for me.
 

Zia turned around and smiled as she saw me running up to her.
 

Once I caught up, I quickly said, “Zia, I need to get home. My mom has been in the hospital for the past few months, waiting on a new heart, and my aunt just called me and said I need to get to the hospital. My phone is dead and I have…”

She cut me off and pressed her hand against my chest. “Don’t say another word; I’ll have my driver take you to the airport. Take my card,” she pulled a credit card from the clutch around her wrist and handed it to me. “Get the quickest flight out of here.”

I pulled her into a hug and said, “Thank you, Zia!”

She hugged me back and said, “Don’t even worry about it.” She eyed me up and down, and for some reason, I couldn’t let her think that I was available, because the look in her eyes made me think that she was going to cash in her returned favor when she got home.
 

“I’m with Solo,” I blurted out, wanting to shoot myself for blowing up Solo’s spot.
 

Zia was caught off-guard, but then her face softened. She patted my cheek and said, “You two are so perfect for each other. Thank you for letting me know. I appreciate it.”

“You’re not going to fire her?” I asked, while shock registered over my face. I wanted to leave, but I needed to make sure Solo was safe.
 

Zia laughed and said, “Of course not. That girl runs my business. I would be lost without her. Don’t worry about her, she’s safe and so are you. I saw the chemistry between you two on set. I’m in love with the idea. Now get out of here, and when you get your phone charged, please let me know about your mom, okay?”

“Yes, thank you, Zia,” I called over my shoulder, as I grabbed my shirt off of the lounge and headed toward the front of the hotel. I had no clue what the hell was going on, but the faster I could find out, the better. I just hoped I wasn’t too late.
 

Chapter Twenty Nine

Solo

“I don’t understand why he’s not answering his phone,” I said to Nolly, as she hovered over a plate of pancakes.
 

I tried calling him several times last night, but kept getting his voicemail like his phone was off. I thought maybe he was really tired, so he just went straight to bed, but now that it was the next morning and their flight just landed, I should have heard from him already.
 

“Don’t be so paranoid. Maybe something happened to his phone.”

“I feel like he would have called me from Scout’s phone, though. Don’t you think so?”

“I don’t know your boyfriend,” Nolly said, as she shoved a whole pancake in her mouth.
 

Blaze came strolling out of her room, with only a towel around his waist and a smirk that made me think he was the dirtiest man ever.
 

I had the distinct pleasure of hearing Nolly and Blaze fuck each other all last night, and it wasn’t pretty. I needed to talk to my girl about her howling noises, because damn was she sounding ugly. I loved the girl, but it almost sounded like Blaze was skinning a cat in the next room.
 

“Did you tell her?” Blaze asked, as he sidled up next to Nolly and nodded at me.

“No, I just don’t go telling everyone about our sex life.”

“No need to tell me, I could broadcast the play by play for you right here after the marathon of screaming that came through the wall last night,” I replied, tossing some fruit around on my plate.
 

“Oh, shit, was I loud?” Nolly asked with a sorry look on her face.
 

“Nolly, seriously? What the fuck kind of noises were those last night?”

“Those were noises of a girl getting cannolied,” Blaze said, totally stealing Adam’s term.
 

I glared at Nolly, who shrugged her shoulders and said, “I taught him something last night, and I’m not going to lie, he was fucking good at it.”

“Thanks, babe,” Blaze kissed her cheek and then looked at me. “You going to eat that fruit?”