Page 29 of Wild Stars

“Do you have a reservation?”he asks plainly.I shake my head, my cock throbbing, knowing salvation is not far away.

“I’m fucking Mateo Starr.I have a standing reservation.”

The man purses his lips as he pulls up his information on his tablet, and I scowl.

In the distance, I can hear someone calling my name.

The devil, himself, perhaps?

My fucking sanity?

“My apologies, Mr.Starr.Room seventeen is open.”

He opens the rope and I can barely concentrate on anything.

CHAPTER9

Dare

Everyone thinksthat rockstars come out of the mold ready to fuck shit up.

But the truth is, most of us are a lot more nerdy and un-cool in our early years, and most of the badass shit is just an act.

It’s a job.At least, that is what I told myself when we signed with Casualty Records.

Whatever they want you to be, be it.

Matty’s words echoed in my brain, telling me the only way to attract ass was to want my own.

I’d taken those words to heart, more than I think he meant for me to.

So, I did the only thing I could.I performed.

I channeled the visage of badass motherfucker, the kind of man who doesn’t give two shits about anything except having a good time.

And it worked.

So good, I actually believed it myself.

And for a little while, I felt like the person I always wanted to be.

I drank with my damn idol, danced with hot guys, got tied up by pretty angels...

Life was fucking awesome.

And when I opened my eyes, staring out at the audience, I sawhim.

Standing at the edge of the stage, eyes closed,grabbinghimself, and when he opened his eyes, he looked right fucking at me.

Like he knew every thought in my fucking brain.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, or the way he licked his lips, or the obvious fucking tent in his pants.

Because he was watching me.

Something about that realization seemed important, but at the time, it was white noise.

Because the only functioning brain cell I had at the moment was screaming that Mateo fucking Starr waswatching me.

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