What happens when Jimmy G falls for Nick Bosa's little sister?
Nothing good for sure
I see Trent post and minutes later my phone buzzes.
James: babe??? That's new.
James: what do you call me?
Me: Lover ;)
I lean on the wall and feel like crying. My phone rings. I see it's my agent.
"Hello?"
"Hey hon, you're in Miami right?"
"Yeah I am." I say sniffling.
"The agency wants you at the Chiefs after party."
"I am not going to that." I say shaking my head. "My brother is on team that lost."
"Katie it's good publicity especially with all the new campaigns you have, you have to go."
"Riley I can't."
"It'll be good for you."
"Good for me? My brother sobbed on national television my old cheer team is here and they're not going to be happy about me partying with the Chiefs."
"This is a business, it's not personal."
"Okay, I'll be there." I finally agree.
"We're sending you a team to get your dressed for it, I'll send you the address for the note you'll be staying at."
"Thanks." I say before hanging up.
I want to tell Nick, but I'll spare him the pain of having to tell him I have to go celebrate someone else's win. I get to the hotel and as promised Claire is there with a rack of different dresses and shoes. They doll me up and I kind of just sit there. I know she knows something is off but I really don't want to talk about it. I change into a short white dress and red heels. They add accessories as I look at myself in the mirror.
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"Try and have fun, I know it's not the night you imagined but make the best of it." Claire says with a smile. I give her a nod because if I try and talk I'll probably start crying.
I head to the car waiting to drive me. I hate doing events. Why is James being so mean? It's not like I cheated on him or did anything wrong. What does he want from me?
I arrive at the venue and enter the club. I don't know anyone so I make my way to the bar, I need to get drunk today, super drunk.
4 vodka shots in, I feel someone tap my shoulder.
"Little heavy on the drinking today aren't we?" Patrick smirks.
"I don't like you." I slur, narrowing my eyes at him. He slightly squints his eyes before laughing and I find myself laughing too. "Congratulations." I say giving him a hug. I go for a quick one but his arms stay around my waist for a little longer. I don't think much of it, he smells nice.
"Wanna party with the champ?" He asks close to my ear.
"I'm legally required to be here so fuck it." I say in his ear.
"You're on one today." He laughs. He thinks I'm joking, that's funny. He takes me to his friends where more drinks are passed around and lots of dancing is happening.
