Desperate

Chapter 20

Shayla got released from the hospital and was doing well. She also started publicly dating Drew against the wishes of management. Now though the boys have been in discussion of another tour since their new album is doing so great. I'm not saying I don't want them to go, but I just don't want Wes to leave me. I guess I feel like if he goes on tour it could be the end of our relationship.

    Today though we're all going to the pier along with Keaton and Mia. We had just gotten there and me up with the boys, and then we split off into our couples. Thats when I seen my ex Dylan walking right up to me. I figured he'd just yell or make a scene, but he didn't. He just pulled his arm back and slapped me. I fell on the ground when I tried to back away, and just sat there in complete shock. He'd never hit me, not ever. I didn't get a chance to say anything though before Wes was all over him. Clearly Wes was winning.

    The police pulled them apart and gave them both a serious warning then walked away. I looked between them. I still wasn't sure why Dylan had hit me. He was looking at the ground with both hands in his hair and Wes was glaring at him with pure hate. I put my hand on Wes's shoulder and his eyes snapped to me.

    He caressed my cheek gently in his hand and turned my face bother ways looking at the mark in sure Dylan had left on my face. He sighed then dropped his hand from me. "Are you okay?" He asked.

    "I'm fine." I sighed. Then I spoke to Dylan. "What the fuck! Why did you just do that?" I snapped as I crossed to stand in front of him.

    "You were mine!" He yelled looking at me.

    "Brianna, don't he's not in the right frame of mind." Wes grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

    "What do you mean by that?" I asked stumbling back as he tugged me farther away from Dylan.

    "He's so high I'm surprised the cops didn't arrest him, and I can smell the alcohol when he talks." Wes said pulling me back. "He's so out of the real world he probably doesn't even know he hit you."

    "I can't believe he did that." I said softly.

    Wes turned to face me and pushed my hair back. "I'm sorry baby." He said then kissed my forehead.

    After that fiasco the media had a field day with Wes's new bad boy image. It was all my fault and I felt terrible. I can't count how many times I'd said sorry, but he said it was fine. I was coming out of the downtown office from a meeting with the boys management when I saw Wes leaning against my car in his sexy leather jacket.

    "To what do I owe this pleasure?" I smiled when I was close enough for him to hear me.

    "It's Friday and we're going to take a trip to Vegas. I put the bags in your trunk already." Wes smiled.

    "Why this weekend?" I laughed.

    "It's called impulse, remember I said I wanted to make you impulsive again?"

     I shook my head. I thought he'd forget about that. "Just us?" I asked.

    "Just us." He nodded.

    "What about the boys?" I questioned. It's rare to do something without them.

    "Keaton's and Mia are seeing her family this weekend, and Drew's taking Shayla with him to meet his mom." Wes explained.

    "I've never met your family." I pointed out getting behind the wheel of my car.

    "I've never met yours." He shrugged.

    "Touché." I smiled. "So to Vegas then?"

    "To Vegas!" He exclaimed making me smile. This boy is more than adorable, I'm so lucky he's all mine.