Page 53 of Carter

“What’shedoing?”

“He’s talking to Leo across the table and she’s leaning over so that her big tits are in his vision.”

I shut my eyes and breathed through my nose.

It was fine.

Whatever.

He wasn’t doing anything wrong. I knew it would come to this. Women were going to throw themselves at him, and it hadhappened several times, but I didn’t have it in me to watch. Maybe it was my insecurities that worried I’d see him lusting for a girl that wasn’t me. After all, these girls were beyond gorgeous and had started flooding through the door with the sole intention of seeking him out.

He’d been so carried away with the music, it sort of became his obsession. He had finally used it as an outlet, letting the world in. But now that they had so many songs under their belt, he was a lot more social than ever before, and that feasted on my insecurities.

I didn’t expect it.

Then again, just what did I expect? That things were going to be the same?

“Are you guys still sleeping with each other?” she then asked me.

I nodded. “Nothing’s changed.”

“How can he expect you to be okay with this then? He should be pushing these chicks away the second they get a foot near him.”

I chewed on my lower lip and muttered, “We’re not officially together. He doesn’t label us, so I don’t feel like I have any right to tell him he can’t talk to other girls. Plus that just makes me sound like a crazy person.”

“But you guysaretogether. I see him all over you at your house.”

“Yeah, at the house, not in public.”

“Doesn’t matter. You need to insert yourself at that table right this second and get that chick to back off.”

“But—”

“There’s no but about it. He needs to make you his girlfriend and start warning these bitches away.”

I sighed. “He doesn’t look at it like that. He’s not—”

“That kind of guy, I know,” she interrupted. “I heard him talking to Rome and Jared about it every time they mention their latest fluffs. Says he doesn’t want to label shit, but the thing is, he’s all over you and I bet you he certainly wouldn’t be happy with you chatting with random guys. Or would he?”

I shrugged helplessly. “I have no idea. At this point I’ll be friend-zoned with sexual benefits ‘til I’m ninety.”

“You’d be a sexy ninety-year-old,” said a deep voice.

I jumped and turned around, my face bursting into flames when I saw a guy standing there with an empty glass. He was incredibly good looking. Black hair, dark eyes, and a smile that was… ah, well, it was making me a shiver a little.

“Um…” Dear God, then it occurred to me that he heard me.

“Sorry for eavesdropping,” he said, humour dancing in those dark eyes. “But I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes.”

“Oh?”

“Noticed your back was turned.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright. Just wanted a refill of beer.”

I nodded quickly. “Okay, sure.”

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