Page 15 of Dark Notes

“Every time you say that to me, it only reminds me that this is only a sick, twisted game. I’m begging you, Jagger, leave me alone. I’ve been through a lot of pain, and I can’t handle an ounce more.”

She takes advantage of my stunned state, and slides her ass against the wall and breaks my grasp on her.

Stopping with her back facing me, she hangs her head down.

“Just tell them you fucked me, and then everybody can get their laugh and be done with this.”

Even my stunned is fucking stunned. This is what she thinks of me? I know we don’t know each other well, but this is unbelievable. What kind of piece of shit would even do that to a woman?

I know what they say about me and some of it is true. I do fuck a lot of women, but I don’t fuckwithwomen. They know there’s nothing more than that time. If I go for seconds, it’s a bonus for them, but it’s never guaranteed.

I stand in the hallway by myself, running a hand through my hair in frustration. This woman is driving me fucking insane. Why is this so goddamn hard? I fucking want her and I know she wants me, but she won’t give in. We both know the boyfriend is not the reason. They barely even look at each other. He is willing to practically sell her off to me, and that says everything I need to know about their relationship.

Think, Jagger, fucking think.

I’m approaching this all wrong with this girl. I need to show her that she’s more than a cheap fuck to me.

Walking back in, I find the head dildo still talking to the groupies like McKinley can’t see, and she can. He isn’t touching them so maybe she’s okay with it, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t be. These women are only after fucking a rockstar, even low quality ones like Erik.

“Ladies, time to walk away.”

“Hi, Jagger.” Candy smiles at me like I’m paying her attention, and I’m definitely not. Turning back to Erik, I lay it all out for him.

“Tomorrow, I want her dropped at my door.”

He arches an eyebrow in surprise. “When? Why?”

I laugh bitterly. “I told you, dildo. I’m taking your girl. Get her there at ten in the morning, or your tour is done.”

There are very few things I’d willingly be up for at that hour. For her, I’d be awake at any hour of the day.

Tilting his head to the side, he stares at me suspiciously. “Why so early?”

“Because I said so.”

Turning away from the unimportant piece of shit, my eyes scan the room for her once again. She stands talking to one of the groupies, which I find rather interesting. I walk over to her and interrupt her without apologies.

“Do you like bowling?”

Stopping mid sentence, she glances at me with amusement.

Giggling, she says, “Do I like bowling?”

She stands before me, tugging on her skirt like she wishes her legs were covered more. I do not.

“By the time I’m through with you, you won’t do that anymore.”

Freezing with her hand on her skirt, she questions me.

“What?”

I run my tongue over my bottom lip as my gaze travels down her body. That hourglass shape, and those thighs that will be wrapped around my head, make my dick swell.

“Pulling on your skirt like you’re exposing too much of yourself. As if you aren’t the fucking hottest thing in this room. Hell, any room you are in. The only thing is, baby, I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you. I think you’re the kind of woman that changes a man. Once I feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, it’s probably going to be game over for me. You’re the kind of woman a man like me never lets go.”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’ as she stares at me, like I’ve shocked her to her core.

“Wild, I can assure you, I am not the type of woman you suggest I am. I’m nothing. Look at her,” she points to Ashley.

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