Page 16 of Dark Notes

“She’s special. Gorgeous from head to toe. Long blonde hair. That’s the woman you want. She looks like she should be on the cover of a magazine. I’m nothing exciting, but she is.”

I chuckle, and omit the fact that I’ve fucked her more than once, and that she has already graced dozens of magazine covers.

“Not what I want, filthy girl.”

Not being able to help myself, I place my hand on her hip and pull her closer to me. Leaning down, I speak low into her ear.

“Tomorrow, the asshole will bring you to my room. We are going bowling.”

Sliding my hand around to her back, I groan, “So fucking beautiful. And don’t argue with me. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? This is not a goddamn game. No matter what anyone else has ever told you, you’re fucking stunning. You’re delicate, but stronger than you think you are. Curves in all the right places. You tantalize me. We are going bowling. Just the two of us.”

Pulling back, I gaze into her eyes.

With a wink, I say, “I can’t wait to see how you handle my balls.”

I watch as her lips pull into the softest smile, and it makes my heart pound. She’s going to drive me insane.

“Bowling,” she says quietly.

“That’s gonna be bad for your rep, Wild. Bowling is the least sexy sport there is. People are going to think you’re getting old.”

I chuckle as I run my fingers down her arm.

“I’ll take my chances. Somehow, I think it’ll be worth it. Besides, my publicist says there’s no such thing as bad press. I’m going to my room early. I have to be up early to see a beautiful girl. Unless, of course, you’d like to join me. And in that case, it will be a very late night.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head.

“Goodnight, Wild.”

Leaning down, I inhale the scent of her neck. Kissing her softly, I groan, “Dream of me. Oh, and don’t let him touch what’s mine. I don’t share.”

Without another look, I head away from the party and go to my room. I won’t be going straight to sleep, as I’ve let her think. First, I’m going to have to jerk off, which is not my normal thing. I can’t even remember the last time I had to stroke my own fucking dick.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MCKINLEY

I know I don’t mean anything to Erik, and that he can’t even stand looking at me, but this is all insanity. He’s essentially pimping me out to Jagger and it doesn’t feel good, to say the very least. It makes me feel like a cheap unwanted piece of crap that he can’t wait to get rid of. If he hates me so much, why doesn’t he just dump me?

“Does this not bother you at all?” I ask as we stand outside Jagger’s hotel room.

He shrugs. “A little, but it’s the only way I get what I want.”

Jagger opens the door, looking infuriatingly hot, like always. He stares at me, shirtless, wearing only worn jeans and bare feet. I glance at his feet and get more annoyed. As if he enjoys making things awkward, he rushes me, slides his hand in my hair and slams his lips to mine. I pull back and glare at him, because Erik is standing right here. And it isn’t him seeing that bothers me so much, it’s the fact that he doesn’t even care.

He takes my hand and pulls me inside, slamming the door in my boyfriend’s face.

Jerking out of his hold, I glare at him. “Why won’t you leave me alone! Why?”

His handsome yet annoying face registers surprise.

“Because I want you,” he says matter of factly, like nothing else matters.

I throw my hands in the air in pure frustration.

“What you want. What Erik wants. Nobody even cares what I want, do they? Spoiled rock god is so used to getting what he wants, and will stop at nothing to get it. Don’t you even care about what you’re doing to me? Are you like Erik and you don’t care that you’re hurting me?”

He shakes his head like he doesn’t understand what’s going on. How can he be so blind?

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