Page 46 of Wild Stars

And in an instant, those glistening gray eyes shift to something more familiar.

Cold, sexy, and in charge.

“Good.I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.”He opens the door for me, nodding for me to go in first.

I nod back, feeling a sense of defiance.

I slide through the door, brushing against his body—much more purposefully this time—which places my ass right over his groin.

I don’t miss the thinly veiled grunt that leaves his throat, or the way he grinds his jaw.

I smirk even though he can’t see me.“Thanks, Matty,” I say with sarcasm as I leave him alone once more.

CHAPTER13

Mateo

Walkingthrough my house always feels empty, but at least a perk of living with my sister has been that there is always someone here.Well, most of the time, anyway.

But even with a quiet house, I can’t concentrate enough to meditate properly.

“You can do this,” I say aloud as I crack my neck, straightening my spine.I close my eyes, trying to find my center, but it’s no use.My stomach growls, and I sigh in exasperation.

“Guess my chi will have to wait,” I mumble to the air as I get up from my mat, slip on my shoes, and head downstairs.Though, even upon opening my fridge, I have no desire to cook anything.

I know I could easily hire a chef like Hailee, but I actually enjoy cooking and baking.There’s a sort of comfort in taking all the pieces, all the ingredients, and following the directions that gets me out of my head, even if it’s only for a little bit.Plus, I do my best song writing in my brain while I’m cooking.

I suppose I’m irritated because my entire day has been nothing but chaos.

This morning, with Dare...this afternoon...again, with Dare.

And not to mention, my sister was acting weird as fuck all day, and I didn’t get as much studio time as I like, not to mention I slept like shit last night.

I take a glance out the kitchen window at the setting sun, making a decision.Stop and grab something comforting fromMilafor dinner, and head to the studio to get some music therapy.That’s just what I need to get my head right.

I don’t even bother calling my driver, and decide, for once, to take out my “Fancy Car” as Hailee calls it.

Though I don’t think a jet black 1957 corvette is all that fancy, but I digress.

The cool LA air against my skin is refreshing as I drive down the winding road that leads from my house to the studio.I turn on the radio, channel surfing until I land on a station that is more ambient than anything, but I figure that’s just fine.The less distractions, the better.

When I finally pull up to the studio with my dinner, it’s nearing nine and there isn’t a car in sight.

That’s one of the things I love about going into the studio late.When it’s just me, my guitar, and my thoughts.

Thankfully, the big wigs and the employees at the studio are accommodating and don’t bitch too much about my after hours visits.As long as I am making them money, anyway.

I swipe my card and enter the studio, the low lights casting an almost seductive glow on the hallway.I take the elevator up, and as soon as I open the door, I can hear music.

A guitar, acoustic.

No one else is supposed to be here...

I can’t help but investigate.

When I finally come to the center of the sound, I sigh in defeat.

He doesn’t even see me.He’s got his headphones on as he strums away, stopping every couple of seconds to write on a sheet of paper.

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