I knew the ride over to my apartment would be awkward as fuck, but damn. I didn't expect Kaz to ice me out. Five minutes ago, I was praying he wouldn't bring up Riot. Now I wish he'd just get it over with and put me out of my misery.
"So..." I begin, just to break the silence.
"I'm sure you must have questions."
"Seriously? Let's not pretend that you told me that you were his boy and that you lived with him. And it's not like I chose this assignment."
"I literally just said that I didn't have any questions," Kaz states, his tone flat. "You don't owe me anything, Rox."
"This isn't for you. It's for me. I don't want you or anyone else thinking something shady is going on. Riot and I were friends a long time ago. I haven't seen or heard from him in twelve years. My editor sent me this assignment less than twenty-four hours ago, and I didn't have the time to even process it, let alone find it necessary to explain to a random guy I met and hooked up with just last night."
I regret the words as soon as they fly from my lips, I and would give my left tit to stuff them back into my mouth and choke down that embarrassing truth.
"Shit," I curse. "I'm bugging. I'm hungover. I'm undercaffeinated. All this...this isn't me. I can't move in with Riot. I can barely stand to look at him for more than sixty seconds."
I shrug. "I can't really say that there was anything to break up. We weren't together technically. Hell, maybe we weren't even really friends."
I don't know why I'm spewing my guts to the guy that literally just saw me naked twelve hours ago. I don't even know his last name. But I guess saying it out loud is helping to convince myself that I'm making the right decision. Even though my head and my heart are currently at odds. Can't really tell which is winning.
"If you have such strong feelings about him, why play by his rules and move in? Hell, why even agree to the assignment?"
Because when he left, he took a part of me with him. And it's time I take it back.
"Because I have bills to pay, and it's a job. A damn good one at that. Riot's right-every publication in the world is itching for this story. Ever since the...incident...he hasn't said a peep to the press. Last night was his first public appearance in months. Have you checked Twitter? He had to have been trending five minutes after he stepped into that club. An opportunity to cover his comeback would be huge for my career."
"So this is solely a career move?" He lifts a brow that feels like an accusation and peers over at me.
"What else would it be?"
We pull up to my apartment building before he has the chance to answer, and I'm more than grateful to be free from this car and this conversation.
"Do you mind waiting here while I run up and grab a few things?"
Kaz nods. "Take your time."
I wish I could appreciate how good of a dude he has proven himself to be in such a short time, but all I can focus on is getting Bari on the phone as I race up to my apartment. He answers on the first ring, probably waiting for any and all details on my interview with Riot. This goes so far beyond a damn story, and the words tumble out of my mouth before I have a chance to rework them in my head.
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I fell in love with a boy whose laughter was the soundtrack of my heart. And I played it on repeat until life's streetlights flickered on and stole him away. Riot Blu. Top 40 fuckboi. Paparazzi player. Trashy reality TV trainwreck. But once upo...