Page 22 of Dark Notes

After everything he has done to her, I sure as fuck do blame him.

“You’ll work for me then.”

She rolls her eyes like I’m an idiot. “Doing what exactly?”

I don’t actually have an answer for that, so I tell her what I do know.

“You won’t need money, baby. I’ll take care of you without making you feel like shit about yourself. If there’s something you want to do for work, the job is yours. I don’t give a fuck what it is.”

She laughs uncomfortably. “I want to be the lead singer of The Dark Notes.”

I arch an eyebrow, as I stare at that smile that makes my fucking heart skip a beat.

“Is that so, filthy girl?”

She nods slowly. “It is. My lifelong dream, really.”

“The next show, you can get up on stage and sing.”

Instantly she flashes me a horrified expression.

“No, I was kidding. I can’t sing.”

I run my thumb down her cheek. “Thank god, because I was seriously worried I was going to lose my job.”

She crinkles her nose. “Your job is safe. I don’t want those nasty panties thrown at me.”

I lean down and kiss her neck softly. “I only want yours.”

McKinley giggles. “You’re such a pervert.”

“Oh baby, you have no idea, but you will find out.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MCKINLEY

We get to the hotel and he says goodbye to his band, telling them he’ll see them tomorrow. Taking my hand in his, he walks me to an elevator and we step inside, and he inserts a keycard for the penthouse.

Rolling my eyes, I say, “Living like a rockstar, I see?”

With a big childlike grin, he laughs. “Always, and now, so will you.”

The doors slide open, and he grabs a different keycard, as we approach what I’m assuming is the door to his lavish room. He opens the door and waves me in. “Ladies first.”

I walk into the massive room. Holy shit. I’ve never seen a room this big. There’s a large living room with two large white chairs, and matching ottomans in front of them, and a ‘L’ shaped sofa between them. To my immediate left is a large bar, with every alcohol they make. I glance to my right and see a long hallway with several rooms.

“The dining room is on the other side of the bar.”

I walk around and stop in my tracks. It’s a beautiful dining room, with a dark wood table for eight, and an expensive crystal chandelier above. There’s another bar in here, the wood matching the table, and a large window facing the mountains.

“Wow. Jagger, you’re really struggling financially, aren’t you?”

Smacking my ass, he says, “Sarcasm is sexy on you.”

I laugh, but instantly stop when I see the food on the table.

Steak, potatoes, and peas. I can’t eat any of those.

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