Without You

Goodnight

*Chapter Twelve*

Kenzie looked herself over in the mirror. She probably went through at least five different outfits until she found one that was suitable. She slipped on a black skirt and white tank top that hugged her assets. She wanted to look appealing, but she didn't want to seem as though she was trying too hard. She let her long blonde wavy hair flow freely down her back. She touched up her face with some foundation and pink lip gloss so her luscious lips shined. She slid on some white sandals and took a deep breath before leaving her apartment.

Her heart was racing as if she was running some sort of marathon. She's never done anything like this before.

Once she was in her car, she pulled out her cell-phone and texted the number that called earlier. Her fingers couldn't stop trembling. She ran her hands through her hair and inhaled deeply before hitting send. What was she doing? Was she really going to some hotel just to have a booty call with a Backstreet Boy? Her heart went into her throat when her phone vibrated; she glanced and saw it was a reply from him. She swallowed hard as she read the message...she could not believe she was actually going to go through with this. She hated that she couldn't tell Vicky about it. She couldn't believe she actually lied to her, but what would happen if she actually found out she was hooking up with a celebrity? She groaned as she already knew the answer. She would beg her to find some way to hook her up with Nick Carter. She knew it would be best if she just kept it to herself, as much as she hated to.

Great! I can't wait to see you baby we're gonna have fun ;-) Text me when you get here

She was almost having second thoughts. She wasn't the type of girl to just have sex with random people, famous or not. But she already made it this far...what was one night going to do? She started the car and pulled out of her driveway and headed towards the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

"Where the hell are they?!" Demanded Angel as she paced around the lounge. Her phone was tightly clutched in her hand; she's texted her brother over six times now. She called but it only went to his voicemail, "I mean, they've been gone for almost an hour ½! It's nearly two. Kush is going to be closing."

Benny looked at his fuming girlfriend and shrugged, "Maybe they went home."

"Without telling us? They wouldn't do that." Panic began to wash over her, "What if that ex-boyfriend came back or something? What if he was crazy? What if he did something?!"

He coughed out a hard laugh as he looked at her skeptical, "That's a bit extreme, don't you think? Plus Mac kicked him out. Relax."

She groaned and sat down on the black couch and ran her hands through her silky dark hair, "I hate when he pulls shit like this. I mean what's so hard about telling me when you're gonna leave?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't leave yet."

Her head shot up and she watched as Nick and Kimberly walked in the lounge hand in hand. She raised her thin eyebrow, "Where the fuck were you?! Did your phone die or something?" She then stood up and walked over towards them and she saw that Kimberly's face was slightly flushed, "Oh God...you didn't."

"I'm sorry," she uttered. "I wasn't feeling too well. I think I drank more than I could handle, so Nick took me to the bathroom while I got sick...he held my hair and everything." She glanced up at him and tried to suppress her smile, "It was really sweet."

His lips twitched as he stared at her; his eyes were dancing with amusement. "I was doing what I could...I'm glad you're feeling better."

She smiled, "Much..."