Page 28 of Husband to Go
Not a surprise. I noticed her the second she walked in, so it makes sense that the male population would do the same. She orders something and downs it in a gulp, making a face. But my girl soldiers on. She orders a second one, but this one, she nurses a bit.
Finally, with her drink in hand, she turns in my direction. Her eyes find mine, and the girl jolts a bit. We stare at one another silently, and can almost see the wheels turning in her head. Finally, she makes a decision and makes her way towards me, weaving through the crowd.
I finish my drink right before she reaches my side.
“Hey,” I greet in a casual tone even as my pulse races. “How’s it going? Enjoying yourself?”
She smiles wryly.
“Um yes, I guess so.” Kylie turns her head around and glances at her mother who’s still acting like a fool. Now Veronica is dancing on stage, her weird saggy boobs swinging left and right as she shrieks with delight. Kylie sighs.
“What’s with these joint bachelor / bachelorette parties? I don’t get it,” she says, averting her eyes from her mom. It’s easy to see she’s quite uncomfortable. It’s probably all the semi-naked people combined with Veronica’s antics.
“I’m not sure,” I respond truthfully. “It was your mom’s idea to do this.”
“Figures,” Kylie sighs, looking down at her drink.
“I would have preferred a traditional all-guys bachelor party,” I rumble. She giggles a little.
“Yeah, I think I would have too. What would you guys have done?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug. Since Veronica wanted this joint thing, I hadn’t really thought about it. “I guess something low-key. A night out drinking or hanging out on my yacht.”
Her eyes go wide.
“You have a yacht?” She sounds so surprised. It’s easy for me to forget that some of the amenities I’m used to in my life can come off as quite foreign to others.
“Yeah, I bought it a couple years ago.”
“Wow,” she says. But I can tell that she’s not really impressed. Things don’t do it for Kylie. This girl is the real deal, and fancy cars and toys aren’t going to rock her world. She cuts her eyes to the ground and swallows before lifting her shoulders a bit before letting them drop. Does she have something to tell me? Whatever it is, I hope it’s not too heavy.
Kylie takes a deep breath.
“So, what’s going on?”
I look around. “We’re at the bachelor / bachelorette thing you just asked me about.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” She’s back to looking at me with searching eyes. I knew what she meant, but maybe I’m just being obstinate. “What’s going on with us?” she continues. “I mean we can’t keep doing this. We have to talk about,” she motions between us, “this.”
I’m well aware we can’t keep dancing around the issue. Or more likeIcan’t because Kylie’s serious now. I look straight into her eyes and tell her,
“I know, sweetheart. Trust me, I’ve been thinking about it too.”
I haven’t been skirting around her concerns because I don’t care. I just have no idea what to do. Basically, I want to have my cake and eat it too, but I’m not sure if that’s going to pan out in this situation. After all, I don’t think Kylie would be okay with us sleeping together while also continuing my relationship with her mother. What woman would be fine with that? I don’t blame her, but the problem is that I don’t see any obvious solutions.
“So what are you going to do about it?” she challenges above the din above the crowd.
“We’ll see,” I say nonchalantly. I’m looking around the club, wondering if anyone notices us. Likely not, given that most people are already drunk and partying hard.
“We’ll see?” she asks in a skeptical voice. “What does that mean?”
It’s clear to me that my answer is nowhere near enough, and I shrug.
“Kylie, listen –,” I begin. But she cuts me off.
“Don’t ‘Kylie’ me! You keep pushing off this conversation. I have all these things to say to you about being a jerk and how big of a troll you are, not to mention totally amoral. If you don’t want me to make a scene, you’ll give me more than a ‘we’ll see.’ What am I supposed to do with a ‘we’ll see?’”
I shrug.