Page 49 of Forever Finn
“Dump it out the front?” Garrett replies. “Do you know how much trouble we’ll get in for that.”
“Nah,” Kyan murmurs tiredly. “Do you have any idea how much shit you can get away with when your famous? Once they find out it belongs to me and I’m on board, trust me, It’ll barely be a slap on the wrist.”
“Jesus,” Garrett chuckles as he shakes his head.
I try to tune them out, but the closer we get to the hotel where Finn is, the more nervous I get. My palms are sweating, and my leg is jiggling restlessly.
“Wyatt, it’ll be fine,” Jesse says softly as he places his hand on my knee to still my movement.
“What if he doesn’t want me there?” I mutter as my stomach does another flip.
“Then just be his friend.” Jesse squeezes my knee. “Whatever he’s about to say in that press conference, they are going to eat him alive. The public may be more understanding, but the press goes for blood every time. Whatever happens between you two, he’s going to need his friends.”
I nod slowly.
“But for the record”—Jesse grins—“I’m totally shipping Winn.”
“Winn?” I snort. “Worst celebrity couple name ever.”
“It’s better than Fyatt.” He winks.
“We don’t need a celebrity couple name because I’m not a celebrity.” I roll my eyes.
“Hey, guys, we’re getting close,” Garrett calls out. “Keep an eye out, it should be along here somewhere.”
“Garrett, pull over.” Kyan hauls himself out of his seat and crosses to the other side. As Garrett pulls alongside the kerb, Kyan drops the window and leans out. “Hey, sweetheart,” he calls to someone. I glance out the window and see two tourists staring up at him with their mouths hanging open. “You seen The Savoy around here anywhere?” They both point mutely to the left. “Thanks.” He grins as the bus pulls away again. “Just up ahead, Garrett.”
“Okay, I see it.” Garrett pulls in. “You sure about just leaving it here on the doorstep of one of the oldest and poshest hotels in London?” he asks dubiously.
“You’d be amazed at the shit you can get away with when you’re a multi-platinum, award winning artist.”
“Oh, now I know what broke the suspension on the bus,” Deak muses. “It was the weight of Kyan’s ego.”
Kyan grins widely. “Okay, the minute Garrett stops, everyone get inside as quickly as possible. The trick is not to give them time to argue with you.”
There’s a distressed squeak, and as I look over, Jin is taking Colin’s hand calmly. “It’s okay, Cupcake. I’ve got you,” he tells him soothingly.
“We’re here.” Garrett pulls in and parks. “Everyone off.”
There’s a mad scramble as we all rush to comply before anyone can stop us. We’ve almost made it to the front entrance when Kyan stops and smiles at two cute twinks who are staring at him in shock.
“Hello.” Kyan smiles smoothly. “And what do we have here?”
“Oh my god, are you Kyan Amos?” One of them squeaks.
“I sure am, honey.” He slides further into his accent. “Y’all wanna take a picture.” There are several squeals as Kyan wraps his arms around the pair of them and grins as they pull out their phones.
“Kyan, what the fuck have you done this time?” An irritated voice snaps.
I turn to see a slim, dark-haired man in designer skinny jeans and a smart jacket approaching. He’s extremely good looking, but from the look in his dark blazing eyes, very pissed off.
“Carey?” Kyan blinks, looking a bit sheepish for a second. “How did you find me?”
“I did what I always do.” He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently. “I followed the trail of destruction. Did you really purchase a fifty-year-old bus from an ex-convict in Cornwall?”
Kyan releases the two twinks and glances behind him at the giant red bus. “Um, no…” Carey raises one slim brow slowly. “Okay, in my defence, I didn’t know he was an ex-convict, and besides, doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance? You really shouldn’t be so judgemental.”
Carey lets out a resigned sigh as he rolls his eyes and turns his attention to the others. “Jin… Deacon… I might have known.”