Page 47 of Madden
Chapter Fourteen
Madden
“You have anything you want to tell me?” Kyla asks after I hang up with Brielle and saunter out of my bedroom. I adjust my tie before I button my suit jacket, running my hand over the front.
I dart my eyes from side to side, questioning if she’s talking to me. I feel like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
“Um… I don’t think so?”
“Did you see the newest headline of Hollywood Tea?”
I wince, recalling that detail from our call. I’ve been in a daze with how we ended things. I almost forgot about the fact my face and name once again found their way back to their headlines.
“I did,” I grit out. “Before you say anything, though…”
Kyla holds up her hand to stop me.
“Madden, you don’t have to justify yourself to me.”
She’s damn right I don’t, and I won’t either.
“I am curious, though. What’s going on between you two?”
“Honestly, I don’t know right now. We’ve been talking since she was in town for the interview. It’s nothing serious, though.”
She narrows her gaze at me, and I shrug.
“Is that why you’re taking Tonya to the event tonight?”
I swallow hard, flaring my nostrils. “You and I both know nothing’s going on with Tonya.”
She nods. “I just don’t know why you wouldn’t have invited her instead.”
We made arrangements for Tonya to join me before Brielle was ever in the picture. I would’ve canceled with her, though, if I thought Brielle would come.
“She is worried that us being seen together could hurt her job. She just started with Limelight when she landed our interview.”
I don’t dare mention how her family is loaded, and she’s worried about what her father thinks of me. I don’t care what he thinks, and I’m not going to let her stress over it either.
“Plus, it’s still too early to say. We’re not seeing each other exclusively, and she lives in New York. All we did was go out for dinner.”
Kyla smacks her hand down on the hotel bar, her eyes bright. She loves when anyone dishes some tea, even more when it’s not her and Tysin making the headlines.
“You did?”
I nod and chuckle. “Yeah, I guess after how we first met and the kiss we shared outside of Whiskey Barrel, I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea and think I was just trying to get her into bed.”
“I thought you didn’t kiss her that night?” Kyla smirks, and I realize I’ve just admitted to it despite saying nothing happened.
She holds her hand out, urging me to continue.
“When we were in the city for our press tour, I told her I wanted to see her. I took her on a date that night. We ended up going to the restaurant at the hotel. They shut down for us, and we were able to have some time to ourselves.”
She presses her hands together and sighs. “Who knew you could be so romantic?”
I smirk. I’m not going to tell her how dinner included an intermission of her grinding on my lap while I tried not to fuck her.
She doesn’t need to know how I ravaged Brielle on every surface of her apartment on the second night we spent together or how we both got off to her fingering herself for me while she was at work either.