“Okay, maybe you’re right. If you see her, have her call me. I’m going to go run; I haven’t been exercising enough.”
“Don’t worry about her. I’m sure she’s fine. If she isn’t back by the time you get back, call me.”
“Okay.”
I hung up and changed into my running clothes. I was actually relieved that Tracy wasn’t here. I needed some time to process what Clare had said. Running always seemed to help. When I went out, I decided to run the golf course. The hotel was on a curvy two-lane road that wasn’t actually the best for safety. My only concern at the golf course would be being beaned by a golf ball.
I set a brisk pace, sacrificing distance to get a quick workout. Two laps around the course and I was ready to quit. I needed to cool down because I had a stich in my side. The only solution I’d come up with was talking to Tracy. I really couldn’t decide anything without her input.
I was a little concerned if I should even bring it up. Her goofy reaction earlier, and telling me she may have to break up with me, had me on edge.
I got back to our room to find my phone had a message.
“David, come to Kara’s room when you get this,” Tracy’s voice came through the speaker.
My first reaction was to get mad. My gut told me that they’d been getting frisky with each other. Tracy and I had discussed our boundaries and we’d agreed to be together when we had sex with someone else. Just because we’d had sex with Kara yesterday didn’t mean it was okay today; or did it?
I decided to take a long hot shower to help me calm down. Why did Tracy and Kara being together bother me? Was I jealous? As I got out of the shower, I had to admit I was. I just assumed they would want to be with me. I never thought they wanted to be alone with just them. If I thought about it, that was what had happened yesterday.
I got dressed and went out and sat on the balcony overlooking the ocean. I was lost in thought when my phone rang. It was Tracy.
“Hey, where are you?”
“I’m in our room.”
“Didn’t you get my message?”
“I just got out of the shower,” I replied.
“We want you to take us out to dinner, somewhere nice.”
“I already ate. Why don’t you two go ahead,” I sulked.
She paused before responding.
“Who did you have dinner with?”
“Clare,” I responded, not giving her any more information.
“Why don’t you come and keep us company?” she asked.
“That’s okay. You guys go and have fun.”
I bit my tongue to keep from adding anything else. I knew I was being a jerk, but couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“David, what’s wrong?” Tracy asked, trying to keep her voice even.
“Nothing,” came out terse.
“Bullshit, now talk to me,” Tracy demanded.
“What have you and Kara been doing since you got back?” I shot back.
There was silence. Then she answered.
“We were just having some fun.”
I cringed at having my suspicions confirmed. I needed to get off the phone before I said anything more.
“I’ve got another call coming in. You and Kara go have fun without me,” I said as I hung up.
As soon as I hung up, I realized what a dumbass I was being. This was the woman I loved. I was the one that wanted to spend time with Kara and her. I got up, went to Kara’s room, and knocked. Kara answered the door. Inside, Tracy was sitting in a robe, looking at her cell phone. She looked up at me, and I felt the pain I’d caused and rushed to her to give her a hug.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” I said.
“Go get dressed in something nice. You’re taking us to dinner, and then you’ll get something from both of us that’ll put you in a better mood.”
She kissed me, which did the trick. She went with me to change since we were just across the hall.
When we got into the room, she wanted to talk.
“David, I just realized what Kara and I did would be hurtful. I should’ve talked to you first. I can see where a two-minute conversation would have avoided this.”
“I have to be honest, I was jealous. I know both Kara and you care for me very much, and I’m being stupid. The good news is we love each other and can talk things out. I’m sorry I overreacted,” I told her.
She snorted.
“If that’s you being a jerk, I think I’m okay. It wasn’t planned. We came back and it just happened. I think we have to agree this might happen in the future. I know I would be pissed if I found out you were with someone and didn’t tell me, even Kara; but if we’re open about it, I think we can agree it’s okay as long as we come clean as soon as possible. What I would have a problem with is if I found out from someone else a day or so later.”
I had to agree.
“Okay, I understand this being spur-of-the-moment. I think I can live with that. If I have problems, we’ll talk about it.”
She gave me a kiss and swatted my butt, sending me to go get changed.
KARA HAD MADE RESERVATIONS at a French restaurant in Jacksonville. A car service picked us up. When we were settled, the conversation turned to my talk with Clare.
“She wants me to get a publicist. Either Ford will provide one, or I need to talk to your dad and get some ideas. Clare mentioned it might be best to hire one myself.”
“I’ve got one. I think if I were you, I’d get my own. That way you know they’re working for your interests and not Ford’s,” Kara offered.
“What do they expect they’ll do that we’re not already doing?” Tracy asked.
I thought for a moment.
“Good question. I guess they may just have more access and specialized training, but between you and Lily, you have the social media covered. She did mention setting up public ‘girlfriends’ for me,” I said.
I knew I’d stumbled into it when they both turned to give me a look that every guy recognizes. Kara took pity on me.
“I thought we were dating. Are you dumping me for Lindsey Lohan?”
I laughed.
“Yep, you know me. I’m always up for a good party.”
Tracy scrunched her forehead.
“What does Clare want you to do?”
“The worst of it is they want us to break up. They want to use my celebrity and trot me out as some Disney kid’s ‘boyfriend,’” I said, making the air quotes. “They think it’ll put me more in the public eye and raise my rates for modeling gigs.”
“They’re right, you know. I’m doing the same thing, in a way: I’m abusing your boy-next-door Midwestern good manners and using you as my ‘boyfriend.’ Look at that underwear model that was the pop singer’s ‘boyfriend,’” Kara said, ignoring the glare from Tracy. “He helped her move from Miss Teen to being looked at as more of an adult. The only problem was she did her own Lohan act.”
“Are you thinking about doing this?” Tracy whispered.
“Oh, Honey, no,” I said as I reached across the table and took her hand. “Clare made me promise to talk to you about it. We’ve been through too much for me to become selfish and just think about my career. It isn’t as if I’m not making any money. I mean, heck, my life is good for a teenage guy. I have a woman who loves me, and I’m doing cool things with a woman who’s in lust with me.”
That got me whacked by both of them. Tracy seemed appeased for now, but I knew that this would come up again. Tracy always looked out for my best interests, and I didn’t ever want her to think that I thought my best interest was us breaking up.
WHEN WE GOT BACK TO our suite, Kara was the first one through the door. I let Tracy in and she went to our bedroom to change. Kara had a look that spoke of lust. She had my knees quivering. She came to me, grabbed my wrist, and brought my hand to her face. She sucked my middle finger into her mouth, causing me to moan as my mind envisioned sexy exotic Kara using her mouth on my extended member. She took my wet finger and guided it under her skirt until it was covering her little button. I was at first shocked that she wasn’t wearing any underwear but soon got over it as she rubbed my finger over her sex.