Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 41
“You’re not going to get sympathy from me. You’re the one that got into a car with a professional adrenaline junkie.”
“Can you believe he suggested I come on an episode of his show? As if I’d go cliff jumping, or skydiving, or swimming with sharks, or bungee jump out of a hot air balloon with him.”
Jesse did all those things and more, and got paid to do them alongside the celebrities he took along for the ride.
I laughed. Extreme sports and crazy stunts were definitely not Addie’s thing. “Just don’t lose any more bets to him or you may just find yourself on his show after all.”
“Right,” she snorted. “No friggin way.” She pulled me into a little boutique and we finished our shopping. Eventually she beat me down enough that I agreed to mention drinks and the party to Jason and let him decide.
I had a sinking feeling I already knew what his response would be. Abbi “Are you sure?” I batted my eyes like a temptress and grabbed his hands. “We don’t have to go. We can stay in tonight. You can just meet everyone tomorrow.”
Because Jason had insisted that we go to the party as well. The silly moron was excited to meet the rest of my family.
“Come on, you know I watch Jesse Slater’s show religiously, and his brother is a legend. I saw Nash’s UFC debut match three years ago.
You’re telling me I have the opportunity to drink a few beers with these guys, how can I turn that down? Even if your ex-boyfriend, the son of a music god, who happens to be the lead singer of my favorite band, is going to be there. It’ll be fine.
I don’t know what you’re so worried about.” Only everything. Abel and Jason in the same room. Me and Abel in the same room. I let out a frustrated sigh, “I know they’re huge celebrities to you, but they’re not that great, trust me.
They can be dicks.” Lovable dicks, but still dicks. “Abbi, pleeeeeease, let me have this?” Ugh, he was kind of adorable when he begged, in a pathetic way. “Fine, we’ll go for a little while.”
“Thanks babe. I’m going to take a fast shower and change.” He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek and then disappeared into the bathroom. I shuffled into his living room and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV.
Surprise, surprise, an old episode of Keeping Up With Slater was on. I’d seen this one already. Jesse and two of the Avengers got to play around on a race track with professional racecar drivers. Abel had been on an episode once.
The two of them went hang gliding somewhere in South America. Jesse doing crazy shit was one thing. I was used to it, but my heart had been in my throat watching Abel go along with him. I understood why Aunt Claire didn’t watch at all. Her son was certifiable.
When the first episode ended, another came on and I didn’t bother changing the channel. Jesse and Nash went swimming with sharks sans cage somewhere in the Pacific, but I was only half paying attention. I had other things pressing on my mind.
You can’t let Jason go tonight without telling him everything. Excuse after excuse flitted through my head, and I was lost in a mental argument with myself. A wet towel smacked me in the face out of nowhere, startling me. “Shit sorry, you were supposed to catch it.”
I swiped the towel away and glanced across the room at Jason, fresh from the shower in his favorite shirt and his going out jeans, a sheepish look on his face. I tossed the towel aside and stood from the couch. “You look good.”
I sauntered over to him, ruffling my hands through his freshly styled hair, making it stick up a little. “But that’s better.” “Oh yeah?” he chuckled, linking his hands behind my lower back. “Mmm, it gives you that bad boy edge,” I teased and leaned up on my tip toes to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You smell nice, too.”