Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
And while one might say it’s because of her relationship with Kyle, I refuse to believe that because when we started to write it, he didn’t exist. It was just Kendall and me and a notebook.
Now, it’s Kendall and Kyle… getting married. Fuck. When she finally woke up and was talking, I hung on to every word, hoping she would kick Kyle out and tell me that once she got out of the hospital, she wanted to pick up right where we left off. But then, through the doctor’s questioning, we learned she has no recollection of the past six weeks. Which means she not only doesn’t remember saying she wants to end her engagement but she also doesn’t remember the night we spent together.
“Dammit.” I swipe the canister off the counter, sending it crashing to the floor. The only thing worse than spending the night with Kendall and her not remembering is knowing it will never fucking happen again. She might not be able to remember a damn thing, but I still remember everything. Every touch and kiss and fucking caress. The way she came on my fingers and cock over and over again.
And now, in two motherfucking days, I have to go to her wedding because it’s still on. A reminder was sent to everyone, letting us know Kendall is doing better, completely healed, and the wedding will be taking place as planned. Two days. In forty-eight hours, she’ll be married to a man who she can’t remember not wanting to marry.
“It’s such bullshit.” I knock the other canister off the counter and grab the bottle of Jack I’ve been guzzling for the past hour since I got that stupid event reminder in the mail.
“Tell us how you really feel,” Camden says as he and Braxton walk into the kitchen. Since Braxton used to live here, he still has a key and the code.
“What’s got you drinking and cursing…?” He glances at the floor, where the shattered pieces of canisters are. “And throwing shit.”
“I called Gage.” I needed my friend, needed someone to vent to. “The receptionist said he’s not accepting calls at this time. It made no sense. It had to be a mix-up, so I called your dad since he’s Gage’s point of contact, and he told me there wasn’t a mix-up. Gage isn’t accepting any phone calls.”
Camden and Braxton glance at each other. “What do you mean he isn’t accepting phone calls?” Braxton asks slowly. “Who the fuck is he trying to avoid? Because the only people who would be calling him are us, so why the fuck isn’t he taking our calls?”
I shrug, at a loss. “I don’t know, man.” I’ve tried to think about why Gage wouldn’t want to talk to us, but I can’t think of one damn reason. We’ve always had each other’s backs. Always. And when he agreed to get help, no one forced him.
“What are you guys doing here anyway?” Between Camden having a five-year-old and a four-month-old, and Braxton obsessed with Kaylee, we haven’t hung out much, aside from the obligatory holidays or when we were all at the hospital visiting Gage and then Kendall.
When Camden’s brows kiss his forehead, I realize I asked the question a bit too harshly, so I backtrack. “I just know you guys are busy,” I mutter.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Braxton asks, taking the bottle from me and pouring it down the drain. “We’ve been trying to get ahold of you, and you haven’t returned a single call or text.”
“I’ve got a lot of shit going on.” Like getting drunk and wallowing like a little bitch.
Camden picks up the reminder card and glances at it. I can already see the pity in his eyes, so before he can speak, I shake my head. “Don’t go there.”
“You saying the reason for you getting drunk has nothing to do with my sister getting married?”
“I’m saying it doesn’t matter because like you’ve said on several occasions, she doesn’t even know I exist.”
“Not according to that song you guys wrote.”
I snap my head up. “You heard it?”
“Was at the studio with my dad earlier. He needs the band to sign off on you releasing it with Kendall since it will be considered a solo, and it states in our contract if one of us wants to release without the rest of the band, we all have to agree.”
“And?”
“Of course, we all agree. You think we’d hold you back?”
“No… I don’t know.” I shrug. “Just feels like the band’s falling apart. Maybe releasing a song without you guys isn’t the best idea.”
“You know you saved his life, right?” Camden says, understanding what I’m upset about without me having to say it.
“And now he won’t even answer my calls.”
“We’re going to get through this,” Braxton adds.