****I know it's short and it's been a while since I uploaded last but I've been super busy! Don't hate me!****

*Zacky*

I was sitting on the bed, waiting for Kyle when I got a text from Jimmy.

‘havin fun yet? Haha’

I rolled my eyes and smiled and tucked the phone back in my pocket. A few minutes later, the door opened. Kyle walked in wearing a matching set of red bra and panties. I swallowed hard and looked away from her. She looked even more sexy than she did last night. She smiled at me and closed the door behind her.

“I didn’t expect to see you again.” She said with a smile.

I shook my head to get my thoughts straight and shrugged.

“Yeah, well the guys wanted to come back so I tagged along.” I told her.

She giggled and sat down on the bed.

“Well what to do you want to do? Talk some more?” She asked me with a smirk.

I chuckled and shrugged.

“Maybe.” I said.

Kyle sighed and laid on the bed.

“You are a very strange man.” She said.

I shrugged and sat down on the chair next to the bed. Kyle rolled on her stomach and sighed.

“So tell me, does your girlfriend know you go to strip clubs to talk with strange women?” Kyle asked me with a smirk on her face.

When she said girlfriend, I felt a searing pain tear through my body and I clenched my fists. Kyle raised her eyebrow and sat up on her elbow.

“Did I strike a nerve?” She said.

I swallowed hard and rubbed the back of my neck.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, not anymore.” I said quietly.

Kyle pulled herself up into a sitting position and hung her legs over the bed.

“Oh? What happened?” She asked.

I sighed and shrugged and sank deeper into the chair.

“I was with this girl, Amber, for about four years. We brought out the worst in each other. Especially when we were drunk. She hated when I would go away on tour. She would drink everyday and trash my apartment and sleep with any guy that walked passed her. When I would come home, I’d find the apartment a mess and her passed out in bed or the floor.” I stopped and looked down.

All of the terrible memories of Amber came rushing back to me. How she would say nasty things to me when I came home like ‘how many girls did you fuck on this tour?’ ‘what about all those panties? What are you gonna do with those?’ I shook my head and looked up at Kyle.

“So what did you do?” She asked me softly.

I closed my eyes and looked away.

“Well, when I got back from the last tour, I found out she had gotten drunk and wrecked into someone and broke the guys leg. She’s in jail for a year.” I told her.

Kyle shook her head and I heard the springs squeal in the bed. I looked up and saw Kyle slowly walking towards me. She put her arms around my neck and straddled me in the chair.

“Let me help you forget her.” She whispered in my ear and started kissing my neck softly.

I groaned and leaned my head back and gripped the arms of the chair tightly.