Not my first Rodeo [cowboy romance]

Chapter 3

Nathan

In the morning I woke up with a fucking headache. How much did I drink last night? Can't recall. I groan and press my hands onto my forehead, as if it would help. It doesn't.
It's competition day.
I can't let a headache stop me from winning that contest. So, I sit up and lay my back against the bed frame. Then I slowly grab my phone and open it, looking at all the new messages I got through the night. I don't even know how I got here all safe and sound. I'm just glad there's no chick beside me. I don't really do that shit anymore. Everyone's telling me to settle down and search the person for life but how am I supposed to do that when every damn woman is a copy and paste version? I don't need a fucking fangirl who's obsessed with me and gifts me her dirty underwear or other creepy stuff. And because my reputation with women isn't the best all the normal girls are put off. Well.

I look at my phone. Isaac texted me my plans for today and tomorrow because he knows I'll forget them. He's the best, that's for sure. A few new messages from friends, family, my manager - and an unknown number. How the fuck did someone get my phone number? I swear, these fuckers-

unknowns: I didn't forget :)

I try to remember. I really try but at the same time it feels like my brain is taking itself apart, for gods sake. I need some pills and a shower to get back on track for today.

I close my eyes. The slightly cold water is running down my back and makes me sigh. Feels good. I took some pills against the fucking headache and hope they do their job for the whole day. Everyone will be their. I can't fail in any way.
I lean back and let the water run all over my face. According to Isaac, I have a strict plan today. Getting ready, breakfast, calls, interviews, taking photos. Nothing of this shit has to do with my actual job. I mean I won't complain about the spotlight. It's fun, until you drank so much that you can't remember anything about last night. I take a deep breath and turn the water off, get out of the shower. I dry myself with one of these soft towels and try to remember just anything from last night.

I remember being late, so Isaac and Giacomo already went to the club. I went into the club and found them, greeted them but went straight to the bar. Those fucking neon-lights there were annoying as shit. I had to squeeze my eyes a little to see clear.
Well, then I saw a girl staring at me. I remember. That's nothing new but she didn't seem like some crazy fangirl. She didn't seem to know me at all, actually. That was a surprise. Her name was something with F.

Her laugh was nice. Think it was her I gave my number. Not sure. Fuck.

Nathan: glad you didn't, darling

That should do the job.

I got ready quick. Throwing some white tshirt on myself, as well as a pair of jeans. Brushed my teeth after the shower, combed my hair and styled it a little. It will never stay in place but I try nonetheless. I hear a knock on my door. Taking one last look at me in the mirror, I go to the door and open it. Isaac. He smiles and I return it, getting out of my hotel room.
"How are you doing, man?", I ask him.
"Can't complain. Now, how about you? Had to drag you out of the club and into your room ... hope you're feeling alright?" Isaac worries. I mean, I get it, we're friends. Close friends. But if he asks me how I feel I don't lie to him. We don't do that.
"Glad you did, I think I went a little... far last night" I comitted and smiled slightly. We make our way to the elevator to meet my manager downstairs. The competition is the important thing today. Can't have Giacomo fucking Ricci win this.

Last year, when Ricci won, I thought it was over. I was laying in the hospital, getting a treatment for some stretched tendons. Doctor said it would be too dangerous for me to participate. I would've won. I'm sure. And now I'm back baby.

When Carter sees me, he smiles and spreads his arms. "There he is" we hug. Carter's great. "Here I am. Now let's win this shit" I smirk.

I will win and fucking ruin your life, Giacomo Ricci.