Uncontrollable (21 page)

 She pulls away from me and her eyes bug out. “Are
you saying that Missy begged him for it?”

That could have been the case. We both know she
likes him. But I say, “No.”

 “Yes you are.” Her lips part as she inhales.
“That’s why you are comparing them to us. Because I begged you.”

 I shake my head quickly trying to backtrack. My
jaw clenches when I see that I’m losing this battle. She always wins when we
fight.

 I place my hands on either side of her face. “Just
try to let it go. They are both adults, and it happened. You can’t change it.
And Missy told you she wouldn’t change it even if she could.”

She pulls her head back and looks up at me. “I hate
it when you make sense.”

 I give her a victory smile, and she playfully
punches my shoulder. “It doesn’t happen that often,” I say honestly.

 “That’s for sure,” she quips as she pulls away
from me to step under the water.

“Hey,” I say wrapping an arm around her and pulling
her off of her feet as she laughs.

 “So now what?” she asks through a sigh.

 “What do you mean?”

She turns her head up to look at me. “We are gonna
have to pick sides. And just so you know, you’re picking Missy’s.”

“I’m not picking sides, Angel. We are not in grade
school.”

 Her face scrunches in anger at my response. “You
just wait. Things are going to be awkward now.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We spent the day shopping
and walking the strip, and it’s been awkward, to say the least. The girls kind
of stuck together as the guys followed behind us. Missy and Tate haven’t spoken
one word to each other. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know she exists now,
and I hate it. It’s not like they had just met and hooked up. They were friends
who had sex. Where do you go from there?

But whatever game Tate is playing, Missy is playing
it even better, which surprises me. She truly seems fine with the situation.
And she looks crazy beautiful. It’s like she transformed into a woman
overnight. She is still wearing her contacts, and she curled her hair herself
today. Her skinny jeans and bright red t-shirt makes her look confident.

 If I didn’t know better, I would think she is
trying to pick up another man. Maybe to make him jealous?

 This is our last night in Vegas and although I’ve
had a great time, I am ready to go home. I miss our dog, Peaches. I miss our
bed, and I miss our privacy. You would think that Parker is sharing a room with
us. Everywhere I go, he’s there. He did apologize for calling me a bitch
earlier. I wanted to show him just how big of a bitch I could be and throw the
hot coffee that I was holding in my hand at the time on him but refrained
myself.

I know I can be a bitch. What girl doesn’t have
those days? Was I overreacting? Probably. Missy has accepted what happened and
so have I. I’m not mad at Tate now but that doesn’t stop me from giving him
dirty looks every now and then.

 We all decided to go out to eat tonight at The
Eiffel Tower restaurant for dinner before we do some sightseeing our last night
in town. I think our group has had enough clubbing to last a few months. Plus
we have a pregnant woman on our hands. Tonight we plan on walking the strip.
And it’s so hard to visit when you are in the clubs. The music is crazy loud
and that can get on your nerves.

We are all seated at one large round table. Slade
is on my right and Tate sits to my left. I’m pretty sure he sat there on purpose
so I would have to talk to him, or it could be because Missy is across from
him. I think he wanted to be the furthest away from her. Or he just secretly
wanted to watch her from a distance. I can’t figure the dickhead out.

I sit quietly looking over the menu as our waitress
approaches our table.

“How is everyone tonight? I will be your server. My
name is Jenny. What can I get you all to drink?” she asks in a sweet tone.

 I’m looking at the drink menu when Slade speaks.
“I will take a rum and Coke.”

 “Oh,” she says excitedly. I hear her strike up a
conversation with him, but I don’t pay much attention to it. When I finally
find the wine that I want, I look up to see if she has made her way around the
table to me when I see she is still talking to him. She places her hand on the
back of his chair as she stares down at him with a flirty smile on her face. He
doesn’t seem to be flirting back, but he is smiling. And it instantly pisses me
off.

“What are you guys in Vegas for?” she asks as she
flips her dishwater-colored hair off of her shoulder.

 “We are here for my brother’s bachelor party,”
Slade says, and my eyes narrow on him.

 It’s his bachelor party as well but of course he
doesn’t add that part.

I instinctively place my hand on Slade’s leg
thinking he will look over at me, or at least remember he is here with his
fiancée as well.

 I look away from him when all I get is the back of
his head as he goes on and on about all the clubs the guys have been to so far.

Looking up across the table, I see Parker watching
me carefully. He can tell I’m fuming. I snatch my hand away and let out a long
breath trying to calm myself. Something about the entire situation just has me
pissed.

 The waitress gets my attention when she laughs at
something Slade said.

“I could go with you tonight,” she adds to their
conversation. “I could show you around to a few things.” What the fuck? Does
she not see everyone else sitting at this table?

I’m sure she would love to give him a tour of
her body. Bitch!

“Oh, that’s okay. Thank you. We are just going to
venture around the city, do some sightseeing.”

 Well, at least he doesn’t invite her with us. I
snort causing Slade to look over at me. I glare with so much hatred that if I
could, I’m sure my eyes would set him on fire at this very moment.

 He frowns but doesn’t say anything. He turns back
to turn her down one more time when I feel my phone vibrate on my lap. Micah
had found some rice, and after my phone set in it for twelve hours, it started
working again. It isn’t a hundred percent functional, but it works well enough.
I pick it up and open the message. The water lines make me growl in
aggravation.

Unknown number:
All I needed was a new
number, baby. What are you gonna do? Call and block every number I contact you
from?Jax.

Pushing my chair back roughly I mumble an ‘excuse
me’ not caring that Slade is still talking to our waitress. Does she not see
the other people sitting around the table? She must not want a big tip.

Stomping away, I head over to bar to order myself a
glass of wine because I’m dying of thirst and now extremely pissed. Maybe
Parker was right, maybe I am about to start my period.

“Well I hope you guys have
fun tonight,” the waitress says with a frown on her face before she turns and
walks away.

“Dude. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you
that fucking rusty when it comes to chicks?” Parker asks.

“What are you talking about?”
Did I order my
drink?

He points to the back of the waitress as she walks
away. “She was totally hitting on you, and you didn’t even try to turn her
down.”

 I shake my head. “She was not.”

Then he points to the empty chair next to me. “And
she saw it. Which is why she got up and walked away with a pissed off look on
her face.”

 I ignore him as I start to look around the
restaurant for Angel. I catch sight of her up at the bar ordering a drink.
“I’ll be right back,” I announce, standing up.

 “I’d be careful if I was you,” Parker warns.

“I think I can handle her,” I smirk.

 He throws his hands out to his sides. “Suit
yourself,” he mumbles before he looks around the restaurant. “We need a new
waitress. I need a fucking drink.”

I turn and walk away not responding to that
comment. I see her staring down at her phone as I come up to her.

 “What are you doing over here?” I ask placing a
hand on the small of her back.

 She turns to look at me. “Well, I was dying of
thirst and got tired of you and the waitress talking about pointless shit. So I
got up and came to the bar to get a drink.”

 I frown. “What are you upset about?” Was the
waitress really flirting? Was I flirting back? I didn’t mean to be, if that was
the case.

She throws her cell down on the bar top. “Just
forget about the waitress,” she says with a sigh. “While you were
visiting
,
I got a text message.”

“Okay,” I say somewhat confused why a message would
piss her off. “Who was it from?”

 “Jax.”

 My jaw tightens. “How is that possible? I blocked
him.”

 She rolls her eyes. “He just got a new number.
Guess he’s not as dumb as Jessica,” she mumbles before taking a sip of her
wine.

I run a hand through my hair releasing a sigh.
“I’ll call and get it blocked tomorrow.”

 “Maybe I should hear what he has to say.”

My jaw tightens to the point my teeth ache. “Why
would you want to do that?” I say through gritted teeth. “What could that
possibly accomplish? We all know what he wants.”

“I don’t know,” she says sounding defeated.

“Don’t you have a restraining order on him?” I ask.

 She nods her head.

 “Don’t delete the message and don’t text him
back.”

Her phone vibrates once again.

Unknown number:
Remember all the good
times we had, baby? It can be that good again. You obviously don’t love Slade
if you’re still seeing Tate as well.

She leans over and reads it. “I can’t believe you
told him I was sleeping with Tate.”

“I never told him that. He assumed, and I didn’t
correct him,” I remind her.

 “Same difference,” she tosses over her shoulder as
she turns and starts to walk away, leaving me alone once again.

 “What are you guys doing over here?” Parker asks
as he comes up to us.

I place her phone in my pocket before I turn to
face him. “Just getting her a drink. We were on our way back to the table.”

He doesn’t ask anything else before he walks off to
the restroom, and she doesn’t ask for her phone back. I need to do some
thinking of what to do with Jax, and I need to show this message to Tate.

“Let’s go up in the Eiffel
tower,” Josh suggests once we leave the restaurant.

 I agree as I wrap my arm around Angel’s shoulders.
She looks up at me and gives me a big smile as she pushes her body further into
mine. Her mood improved once we were given a new waitress—since our original
one never even bothered to check on us or even take everyone else’s drink
orders after I turned her down.

I’ve been trying to forget that Jax is messaging
her once again, even though her phone is still in my pocket, and I can feel it
vibrate every two fucking minutes. I can’t do anything about him right now. I
just smile, knowing that she is here with me, wearing my ring.

We buy our tickets and take the elevator up to the
top. We all get out, and Angel leans in closer to me once again. The
temperature is much colder up here.

“It’s beautiful,” she says keeping her back to me
but leaning over to look out at the city; she’s afraid of heights.

“It is,” Courtney agrees, walking up next to her.
“Look at all the lights.” Then she points at the Bellagio across the street.
“Look, the fountains are starting,” she exclaims.

 We all cram over to that side, and I wrap my arms
securely around her trying to make her feel safe being up this high. We watch
as the fountains play to the sound of the music in the background. I sigh and
rest my chin on top of her head.

The girls do the usual ahhs and ohhs as the
fountains get more and more lively. Once the show is over we all turn around to
walk back to the elevator when Courtney gasps, causing all of us to stop and
look over at her.

 Angel places her hand over her mouth when she sees
what has Courtney now crying. She is looking down at Josh on one knee, who is
holding a box up to her containing a sparkling wedding ring.

 “Courtney,” he starts out as we all stand frozen
watching them. “I’ll never forget the first time I saw you enter Slade’s house.
I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.” He smiles. “We
stayed up all night that night getting to know each other. You had me
mesmerized. I knew then that I was falling in love with you. It ripped my heart
out when you left to go back to Tulsa. I wanted to ask you to stay with me.” He
swallows nervously. “I know we have been moving at warp speed since we met but
I know there is no one else out there for me. I know we also didn’t plan on
starting a family so quickly but I want you to know that I would be lying if I
said I wasn’t happy when you told me you were having my baby. I want to be your
husband. I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you will have me. I
will show you every day how much I love you. I need you…”