The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (27 page)

We’re out in the middle of the desert, surrounded by rolling hills. It’s much hotter here than in Los Angeles, but you won’t hear me complaining. We have a private cabana, an unlimited tab and nowhere to be for two days. The only thing missing, at least for me, is Harrison. After skipping the planned after party and being in his arms all night, the last thing I wanted to do was leave.

I was shocked when Liam and Harrison presented us with a spa package. At first, I was hurt because I wanted to spend time with Harrison, but when he said they were heading back to have some “dad” time with our kids, I conceded. It was when he said
our
, I realized I wanted to give him a chance to bond with the girls.

Josie and I said good-bye to the guys at the hotel and were promptly whisked away in a black stretch limousine that was stocked with fresh fruit, cheese and champagne. If this is Liam’s idea of a bachelorette party, we need to have a few more of these.

The woman bends and starts rifling through her bag. The lifeguard bends too, but clearly for other purposes. He rubs his chin with his forefinger and thumb while he openly gawks at her ass. I swear she shakes it for him, but can’t be certain.

“What are you doing?” Josie asks. I look at her briefly before turning my full attention back to the cougar and her prey.

“I can’t help it, it’s like a train wreck waiting to happen.”

Josie lets out a bellowing laugh and throws a pillow at me. She almost hits my drink, earning her a nice glare. No kids, no responsibility; I’m going to relax and have fun.

“I bet it’s common around here.”

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Women like that.” Josie nods to the cougar. “She’s probably married to some B-list actor or some Hollywood exec and she’s lonely. She won’t cheat with the pool boy at her house, but will definitely come to the spa and hook-up.”

“Did you just make that up in your head, or is it something you’ve read in one of your novels?”

Josie shrugs. “I’ve thought about it a lot actually. Wondering what I would be like if Liam took me with him when he left?”

“Shit happens for a reason, Josie.”

“I know, but I wonder about things all the time and even more so since he dropped a colossal bomb last night.”

I sit up and face her. Her eyes drop and her finger spins her engagement ring back and forth. I look down at my hand, now bare, but still harboring a faint tan line. I look my rings off after Harrison kissed me the first time. I didn’t want to, but felt that I was cheating on my love for Mason, or close to it with the feelings I was having toward him. It saddens me to be without my rings, but Harrison deserves my finger to be free of something he didn’t place there.

“What did Liam say to you?”

Josie fiddles with the tie on her swimsuit. I look over my shoulder at the cougar, apparently my subconscious doesn’t want to miss anything. It’s like a bad soap opera playing out on a live stage. I turn back, raising my eyebrow to let her know I’m waiting.

“I can’t be mad at him, but I can be hurt.”

“Josephine Preston, what in the blue hell are you talking about?”

“Liam and Sam.”

I shake my head, not understanding where she’s going with this.

“When they were together, she got pregnant.”

My mouth drops open, slowly. Josie doesn’t look at me, but her eyes gaze over the pool before dropping her hands back to her lap.

“Liam told me he doesn’t have any children other than Noah.”

“He doesn’t, she miscarried.”

“Wow! I’m... I don’t know what to say,” I reply. I sit back and resume my position. My daiquiri sits half full. I pick it up and take a long pull through the straw.

“He was using her for sex. He said he never wanted to have kids with anyone but me. When she told him, he freaked out. She wanted to get married and already had a nanny picked out. He left her and then she called him to say she had miscarried.”

“I’m calling bullshit. Look how shady Sam is. I bet she wasn’t even pregnant, just trying to trap him.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Josie says solemnly.

“You’re right, it doesn’t because in a month, you’re going to marry him and as petty as this sounds, you had his baby before she did, so you win.”

Josie looks up and smiles. “I win.”

“Yeah, Josie, you win.” I signal to the waiter as he passes by. He takes our empty glasses with promises of his imminent return with more fruity drinks. “She’s on the move.” I nod toward the cougar. She’s picked up her bag and is walking in the opposite direction of the lifeguard.

“He’s probably on lunch.”

“Or he needs to check in with his mom,” I say biting back laughter.

“That could be Noah someday, can you imagine? He’s acting more and more like Liam and it scares me.”

“He’s just testing you, I’m sure.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Am I? Who am I to give parenting advice? I know there’s something bothering Peyton, but I’m not sure if it’s still Mason or something else. Since school has started she’s been more withdrawn and not willing to engage in anything. Aside from watching Noah play football, she sits in her room facing her wall and it’s like I have to force her to be social. Dr. Brooks says it will pass, but I’m not sure how long I’m supposed to wait until I can comfortably start freaking out that my kid is walking around like a zombie.

I lose sight of the cougar when the waiter arrives with our drinks. I hold the ice-cold glass in my hand, using it to cool down while I search for her. I don’t know what my fascination is with her, but she intrigues me. How does one decide to flirt with a lifeguard, or anyone else for that matter? I failed miserably at it with Harrison, and if it wasn’t for his persistent pursuit, I’d be alone right now.

“Hello?”

I choke on my drink when the cougar speaks to us. I hit my chest, trying to clear my airway. I can hear Josie next to me trying to stifle a laugh.

“Hi,” Josie says for the both of us. I set my drink down and covertly wipe my mouth with my towel. I must look like a complete fool.

“Mind if I join you?” Josie and I share a glance, both of us conveying ‘
what the hell
’. Really? We are in a private cabana and she wants to join us. What about all the general population of chaise lounges that are poolside?

“Sure,” Josie says. I want to whack her upside her head.

The cougar sits down on my chaise, setting her oversized bag down on the ground. Now that I can see her more clearly, my earlier assumption of her age is far off. The woman sitting on the edge of my chaise is young, mid-twenties I’m guessing, but she’s been weathered, as my mother would say, one too many trips in the tanning bed. “So, I’m Alicia.” She extends her hand to Josie and then to me. We shake, and I offer up the fakest smile possible. We are supposed to be relaxing, not entertaining.

“It’s just so nice out today, don’t you think?”

Small talk too? I wonder if I can ask her about her personal life, act like I’m writing a book so I can get into the mind of a cougar and how someone can even hit on guy that doesn’t even look eighteen.

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” Josie says, appeasing our guest.

“So, Alicia, what do you do?” I ask, unable to bite back my curiosity. Different job scenarios run through my mind. I can’t see her married to an exec like Josie said because she doesn’t seem to carry herself as an uptight housewife.

“I lunch,” she says.

I look quickly at Josie who shows no expression on her face. What does that even mean?

“You lunch?” I ask.

Alicia flips her two-toned blond and brown hair over her shoulder before tying it high on top of her head in a bun. She moves closer, dragging her bag with her. She sits next to me, acting as if we’ve been friends for the longest time.

I adjust and not discreetly. I don’t know what she wants, but she’s making me uncomfortable.

“I lunch, that’s what I do. I have a man that takes care of my needs and in return, I take care of his.” So I wasn’t too far off on my assessment. “But that’s not why I’m here. You see, we have a mutual friend or two.”

I laugh out loud and have to cover my mouth. There’s no way she runs in the same social circle as us. She reaches into her bag and pulls out some papers, holding them in her lap.

“I think you know him.” She hands me a photo and points to the man in the picture. The man just happens to be Harrison and the photo was taken last night. I look at Josie, whose lips are in a tight line. I don’t know what I’m supposed to think here. “I’m going to cut to the chase. You have something I want... well actually I own. Harrison and I have history... and you’re in the way.”

“Excuse me?” My tongue is thick, my jaw clenching.

“I think you’re mistaken here,” Josie says before Alicia... Alicia... I look at her full on. I study her face, taking in her the shape of her eyes, nose and lips. I gasp, my hand covering my mouth, my eyes watering as realization sets in.

“History?” I squeak out.

Alicia shows me picture after picture of her and Harrison. A few look like they were taken on the red carpet, but I don’t remember seeing her, but I also stopped paying attention to him for a few minutes. Another picture is of them embracing, backstage I’m guessing. He’s touching her like he touches me. Picture after picture of them together and not just from last night.

I shake my head. He wouldn’t do this. I know he wouldn’t. “You’re lying,” I say. “Harrison wouldn’t go anywhere near you.”

My words don’t seem to faze her in the least. “Is that what he told you?”

“Among other things.”

“Sweetheart, you should know never to trust a musician, they only want one thing. Besides, do you really think you have what he needs?”

I look away, not wanting her to see the affect she’s having on me.

“I think you need to go,” Josie says with conviction.

Alicia stands, leaving her pictures with me. “I’ll see you ladies in Beaumont. Harrison assures me I’ll just love his house. That’s the one you used to live in, right Josie?”

We aren’t given an opportunity to respond before she steps out of the cabana and disappears. Josie comes over to me and wraps her arms around me. I sob into her shoulder. I knew everything with him was going to fall apart. Everything seemed to fit into place far too easily for us. It was too good to be true. I was right to second-guess my feelings for him. I should’ve listened to my head when it was screaming at me to stay away from him, but he assured me that we were solid.

He lied.

CHAPTER 31

Harrison

I’m bored.

I spin on my stool like I used to do with Quinn when he was little, waiting for inspiration to strike. Liam is at ‘work’. He forgot, in all his infinite wisdom, that it takes at least two people to run Josie’s store, so he’s working with Jenna for the next couple of days.

And I sit here, bored. The kids are in school. JD stayed in L.A. I came to work to get my mind off Katelyn and her not being here, but it’s not working. All I can think about after waking up next to her, is that being alone only solidifies my desire to be a part of her life. I’m not sure what step is next, except for telling the kids. But after that, what happens next? I know that I need to see her every day to feel alive. I just don’t know what she wants or needs. I plan to find out, though.

I pull my ringing phone out of my pocket. My heart starts beating faster thinking its Katelyn. I look at the unfamiliar number and hope soars.

“Hello?”

“Mr. James?”

I feel as if my heart suddenly stops beating. The voice on the other end is not Katelyn. I should’ve known better. We may be sharing ourselves intimately, but we have yet to talk on the phone, and I was hoping that would be rectified.

“Yes?”

“This is Mr. Lumsden, Principal at Beaumont Elementary –“

“Is Quinn okay?” I blurt out before he has a chance to tell me why he’s calling.

“Yes and no. I need you to come down and meet with me. When can you be here?”

“I’m on my way.” I press end and pocket my phone. I bump into my drums as I move out from behind them. I knew public school was a bad choice, but my mom assured me Quinn would do well.

I take the stairs two at time and run to my car. I take a deep breath before starting it. My phone goes off again. I hit answer without even looking at it.

“What are you doing right now?” Liam asks.

I pull out of his driveway and head toward the school. “I’m heading to school. Something’s wrong with Quinn.”

“Oh boy,” Liam says. “Listen, the Principal just called and said that Peyton needs to come home. Josie and I are her standby when Mr. Powell can’t get the girls, and he’s not home. I’ll let them know you’re picking her up. I believe Katelyn added you to the list.”

My heartbeat picks up again. “We should call Katelyn.”

“No, we shouldn’t. She needs this vacation and he didn’t say what was wrong, so it might be nothing. Just go get her and take her back to the house.”

He hangs up before I have a chance to say anything. I try not to think about what both of them could’ve done for the principal to call, but I’m about to find out. I pull into the parking lot and take the closest spot I can find. I’m not sure my feet even hit the pavement as I run into the school and into the office.

“Dad!”

I spin around and find Quinn and Peyton sitting in chairs along the wall. Both of them have their backpacks sitting on the floor. I give Quinn a good hard look. He stands and shakes his head.

“It doesn’t hurt,” he says, stepping closer.

“You have a black eye.”

“It’s my fault,” Peyton says quietly.

“No it’s not, Peyton, stop saying that.” Quinn says through gritted teeth. Peyton looks like she’s about to cry, which spurs my desire to be there for her. She crosses her arms and looks away from me.

I put my hand on Quinn’s shoulder and give it a light squeeze. “Go sit down, I’ll find out what’s going on, okay?”

“You’ll be mad.”

I sigh and nod. “Thanks for the warning, buddy.”

I walk back to the counter and announce myself to the woman behind the counter.

“You can go in and see Mr. Lumsden now.”

I remember the days I would spend in the principal’s office, waiting for my mom to come and get me. The first few times I would get into trouble, grounded. But those quickly stopped and all she would do is cry. I couldn’t stop her tears, no matter how hard I tried.