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“Too bad she’s not available for the rock god,” Jake laughs from beside me.

“Why?”

He laughs like he’s enjoying this a little too much. “She’s with the douchebag. She’s his girlfriend.”

How the fuck did that asshole get a woman like this?

She looks like a goddamn angel, so how did she end up with the fucking devil himself? I know enough about him to know he doesn’t treat her right. Everybody is nothing more than either a stepping stone for Erik, or something for him to use and throw away when he’s done. Most of my information is secondhand information. Groupies talk. For the last year, The Dildos have been performing on a much smaller circuit, but a lot of groupies are into their drummer. I’ve heard the chatter and I don’t fucking like it. They call me a womanizer and I suppose I am. I fuck a lot of women, but I’m not cruel. Every woman I’ve fucked has known what she was signing up for. This douchebag is entirely different.

“Can we do soundcheck now?” Hendrix asks with irritation laced in his tone.

CHAPTER FOUR

JAGGER

Jake announces he’s taking the two blondes he always does as we walk back to our dressing rooms after soundcheck. Mine is further down, so I tell the guys I’ll see them on stage, and I keep walking until I hear a commotion.

A woman screams, “Stop! I’m allowed to have chicken! It’s on the list.”

I turn toward the sound and find douchebag Erik, with his pretty girlfriend on a table on her back, and his fist pulled back, ready to hit her. She lies on the table trembling with fear, her eyes wide with panic, and tears streaming down her face. My blood boils, and for a reason I can’t identify, I want to fucking kill him. How dare he have something so goddamn beautiful and abuse it?

I storm over to stop him, but I’m too late, and he punches her in the face. The mystery woman’s cries echo in my head. She doesn’t fight him, this beautiful woman just lays there taking it, as she begs him to stop. I wonder momentarily, how many times he has put his hands on her. The sound of her pleas appear to do nothing to him, but they gut me. He lands the second blow just as I make it to him, and pull him off her, and exchange a few hits of my own to his face, causing blood to pour from his nose.

Erik gets one in, and his fist lands hard in my stomach, as Jimmy rushes over and pulls us apart. I ignore both of them and focus on the beautiful woman holding her hand to her face.Walking over to her, I scoop her into my arms as Erik yells, “Get your hands off her.”

The gorgeous woman stares at me with wide eyes as I rush her to my dressing room. I open the door and lock it behind me, after I get her inside. I set her on the couch and sit beside her, and she backs to the end quickly. She’s so fucking stunning, yet terrified, like a scared little deer. Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me. Is she afraid he’ll come in here? If he does, someone will need to come pick him up off the floor.

“I have to go.”

I arch an eyebrow at her because she isn’t going anywhere.

“What were you fighting about? I heard something about chicken, which sounds ridiculous.”

She turns her head away from me, like she’s uncomfortable with my question, but I don’t care, I want an answer.

“I have a list of foods I can eat. He thought I was eating things from the catering table that I’m not allowed to have.”

What?

“Do you have allergies?”

I’m confused, because she certainly seems old enough to know what she can and can’t eat.

“No. It’s for weight loss, because I’m fat.”

The way her head drops as she looks down, like she’s too ashamed to face me, bothers me more than it should for a stranger. Her words were spoken so matter of factly, like every word is the complete truth, when nothing could be further from it. She has long dark hair, soulful hazel eyes, almost appearing brown except for the flecks of blue and green, and a smooth olive complexion, with pouty lips that beg to be kissed. I’ve always been a sucker for a woman with curves. She has a perfect hourglass shape with two of my favorites, big tits and wide hips. I could watch her forever and, if she lets me, I just might.

She grabs onto the hem of her light blue Glass Monkeys shirt and pulls on it, like she’s trying to hide skin that isn’t exposed. Fuck, I wish it were. This woman is fucking stunning. I could eat her for days and still be hungry.

“Who says?”

She shrugs like it’s an obvious answer, but I press on.

“Who says?”

“My boyfriend. And me.”

This woman is anything but fat. My fucking fingers itch to touch her. My tongue aches to taste her. I have no idea why, but I want her so goddamn much it hurts. I’m used to seeing a woman and having her if I want her. This one has a boyfriend, and normally I don’t go after attached women, but he doesn’t deserve her. A man that hits his girl, and makes her feel like shit about herself, deserves nothing. Knowing damn well I shouldn’t, I drag my fingers down her side, thoroughly enjoying the way she shivers from my touch. My heart pounds in my chest as I watch her reaction to my hand on her stunning body. I’m tempted to pull her pants down and fuck her, but somehow I know she’s not like the groupies. I’m pretty sure she’d tell me to stop.

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