Unconvinced, she rolled her eyes. She folded her arms in front of her chest again. “Famous last words. You’re talking out of your ass at this point, O’Sullivan. I don’t know what’s truth from you or what’s fiction. And I’m not even sure if you know either.”
His steel-blue eyes narrowed and he pointed at her accusingly. “You shouldn’t be laying into me. You’re the one who hasn’t told me shit about this shooter. I’ve heard it from Giselle, from Spencer, even my mom, but you haven’t once come clean with me and told me about this guy. This fucking dangerous ex-boyfriend who could have killed both of us! And how long ago was he an ex? Have you been screwing around on me while I’ve been out on the road? Was he part of your sordid past before moving to L.A? Did you decide you could rekindle that shit while I’m on the road and it took a turn for the worst? Huh? Is that it?”
Kit sighed. Part of her felt stunned he went there, yet another part wasn’t the least bit surprised. She felt disappointed. Either paranoia was taking over his mind or he was projecting. She suddenly realized that his addiction may not be the only nail in coffin of their marriage. She regretfully recalled learning from Sean about Sully and groupies on the tour.
She stared at him. “I can assure you that I wasn’t cheating on you with Darren or anyone for that matter. Darren was an ex-boyfriend from when I lived in Philly. Long before I ever met you. We can get into that another time. I really don’t feel like talking about the man that tried to kill me… twice.
She shook her head. “But since you brought up cheating, this is the perfect time for you to come clean. Let’s just put it all out on the table, shall we?” Her green eyes narrowed. “And don’t lie to me, Patrick. I can read you like a book.”
He exhaled and shifted his eyes away from hers. He shook his head. “I need a fucking drink. Can you make me a drink? I’ll be right back.”
As he was heading out of the room, she knew exactly where he was headed and called after him. “Make sure to wipe it off your nose when you’re done, babe.”
She let out a long sigh, not pleased with herself for the snide remark. This was not her finest hour. This was years of bottled up grievances that were never aired.
She was seething with resentment and was doing her best to stay even keeled. She grabbed the back edge of the sofa to steady herself and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt weak and knew she should head back up to bed.
Sully returned to the room moments later oblivious to Kit’s strained condition. He glanced over at her. “Sean and Giselle want to have another meeting about the tour right now, so…”
Her eyes fluttered open with a start and she nodded, straining to regain her focus. “Great and they can wait.”
He shook his head and headed toward the bar. He quickly made a Jack Daniels and Coke and gulped it down. He then approached her and stood in front of her. His eyes met hers and she felt herself tense up.
She didn’t like the look. He was sky high. She remembered the look all too well. She had seen it before years ago. She then noticed his demeanor shift and it confused her.
He sighed and started. “Listen, Kit, I’ve done things on tour I’m not proud of.” He sniffled and stared into her eyes. “I was spending way too much time with groupies and for the most part it was under control for most of the tour. By that I mean nothing happened except some shameless flirting and heavy duty innuendos—all of which happened backstage in full public view. But there was one…”
She felt anxiety surging through her, bracing herself for what was coming next. Memories of Sully and Phoebe flooded her existence. She couldn’t help feeling that history was about to repeat itself, except now it was worse—they were three and a half years into their marriage. When he was with Pheobe, they weren’t together.
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Ok and?”
He shook his head as he met her eyes. Kit could see the shame and guilt that was plaguing him as he continued. He sighed. “We were physical backstage and by that, I mean we were making out—everything was above the neck. I may have kissed her, but I didn’t touch her. I left with her—took her back to my room. I was drunk and really high. I did a few lines and I started making out with her again. Things were getting heated. She wanted to give me a blowjob and I had a moment of clarity—I started to panic. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how I was fucking up big time. I was starting to back away.”
He nodded. “Then there was a knock at the door. Relieved, I answered it quickly and Jay was there. I had left my cell phone in my dressing room at the arena and he was bringing it by. I told him to come in. Once he walked in, I made up some stupid story that I had to talk to Jay about something tour related and asked her to leave.”
He looked relieved as he continued. “Luckily, Jay caught on and told her to wait outside and he would escort her
