Page 2 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

Thatwill never happen. But it can’t hurt to flirt a little.

The air between us is electric. Dangerous in the most delicious way, and I find myself shifting ever so slightly closer, drawn in by whatever this magnetic pull is.

I'm here, we're alone together and he's definitely giving off the sultry mystery-man vibes. Fuck it.

His ice-blue eyes behind his mask glint with mischief as he gestures at my drink with his head.

There is something familiar about those eyes. It almost feels like déjà vu. A sense that I’ve seen them before. Maybe he’s just the man of my dreams.

I nod at him and all the endorphins charging through me accelerate. I'm not sure what exactly we are doing here, but I'm not going to stop the momentum.

With a quick look around, he puts his glass on the bar and steps closer. When he reaches for my hand, I offer it, and he pulls me into his space. My breath catches as his other hand finds my waist. The warmth of his skin seeps through my satin dress and sends a shiver through me.

I sense every pulse of energy between us. All of it is so intoxicating that I feel a little light-headed. I make a mental note to thank Brooke later.

His breath mingles with mine, warm and inviting, and I bite my lip, offering a silent invitation I never thought I’d give. My body betrays me, leaning into his, craving more of that insatiable pull that’s had my eyes glued to him all night.

When his lips brush the curve of my neck, just below my ear, a shiver runs down my spine. My fingers find his shoulders, sliding down his arms, tracing the raised lines of tattoos beneath his crisp, white shirt. The texture of inked skin feels bold and raw under his shirt—so different from the polished perfection I have lived with for the last six years.

A mysterious, masked, tattooed stranger in a dark corner is breathing down my neck, and for the first time in years, I feel alive. I don’t know who I am right now, but I like her. Maybe Brooke is onto something after all.

When his mouth finally finds mine, it tastes like smoke and danger, like every bad idea I’ve ever wanted to say yes to. The kiss deepens quickly, urgency igniting between us, and my fingers tangle in his hair as he presses me against the bar. His closeness, his intensity—it’s all-consuming, and my heart races with something that feels a lot like freedom.

Well, I guess he isn't gay.

Suddenly, footsteps echo from the corridor. We break apart suddenly. Both of us are breathing hard, and the moment dissolves sadly, almost as quickly as it happened.

I dart away before the people approach, smoothing my hair and trying to calm my racing pulse. My cheeks are flushed, and I'mgrateful for the dim lighting and the mask. Hopefully, it hides how affected I am by that stolen moment.

What in the holy hell was that?! Oh, my God, that isn't me, but damn, I want more of it.

My lips still tingle, and my skin feels electric where he touched me. It's only when I'm lost in the crowd of masks that I realize I have no idea who he is. The revelation hits me like a bucket of cold water, sobering me up from whatever magical spell I was just under.

I scan the sea of decorated faces around me, wanting to spot him again.

Is he still watching? Is he as shaken as I am?

I'm not sure if I want to give myself five or kick myself for running away from him like a teenager.

11:47PM

I slideinto the back of Brooke's favorite luxury car service. While I don't think about it much, it is nice having a wealthy friend to help me navigate these types of scenarios. The hour's drive back to the city undoubtedly would have put a damper on the magical evening if we didn't have someone to do it for us.

My borrowed Louboutins pinch my toes in places I didn't know existed. And the transition from the glittering ballroom to the quiet darkness of the town car has my ears ringing a bit.

“Okay, spit it out.” Brooke turns to me, her blue eyes more vibrant now that she’s pushed up the mask to where it rests on her forehead. "You've been floating around like you're in a dream since I found you. What happened when you disappeared?"

"If only I could’ve disappeared." I fidget with the delicate silver mask still tied around my face. I’m still finding its security comforting. I’m sure Brooke would read my face like a book if I didn’t have it in place.

"Stop deflecting. What happened when I couldn’t find you? You came back looking like you'd seen a ghost. And you were craning your neck around like you were waiting for the president to walk in the door. Who were you looking for?"

Heat creeps up my neck. The memory of the masked man's hands, his lips…the way the shadows played across the ornate molding above us while the dry ice created this otherworldly atmosphere… It all makes me pulse between my legs...

I can’t help but smile at the memory. I might as well fess up now—the mask doesn’t shield my mouth. "I might have kissed someone." I bite my lip, unable to hold back a smile.

"What?" Brooke practically launches across the seat. "Details. Now. Who was he? When? Where? Why didn’t you tell me before now?!"

"I don't know." I laugh at her dramatic gasp. "We were both masked, and the lighting was so dim, so I truly have no clue who he is. But, God, it was hot."

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