Page 5 of Dark Notes

“You are not fat. Every inch of this body is beautiful, and should be cherished, not shamed. If you were mine, I’d show you how perfect you are.”

Her breathing gets heavier, and I bet her heart is pounding for me, the way mine is for her.

“I have a boyfriend,” she whispers.

“Forget about him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

She gazes at me with profound sadness.

“He’s all I have.”

I shake my head, and point out what I think is obvious.

“There are men that don’t abuse women.”

First, she appears like she’s never considered such crazy information, but she shuts down her emotions quickly.

Leaning down, I swipe my tongue across her lips; soft and sweet like I knew they would be.

I slide my tongue into her mouth and, Jesus, she tastes like heaven, but it’s short-lived unfortunately for me. She turns her head to the side, breaking our kiss.

“I said I have a boyfriend.”

Growling, I respond, “And I said, he doesn’t fucking deserve you.”

She sneers at me, “Neither do you. You’re a slut. I’ve read the articles, and seen the videos onYouTube. Snorting coke off a woman’s ass? Classy. You don’t even know my name. I’m leaving.”

With a smirk, I say, “McKinley.”

She rises from the couch, and folds her arms over her chest while she glares at me. Fuck, she really is perfect. I love a sassy woman. If she’s trying to get rid of me, it isn’t working. If anything she’s only increasing my interest.

“How do you know my name?”

I chuckle louder than I meant to. “I have my ways.”

My ways include drilling the guys before and after soundcheck. The information was limited unfortunately, but I’m grateful for what I got.

McKinley Williams. Personal Assistant to the Glass Dildos.

According to what Erik told both Jett and Hendrix, she has some mental health issues. His exact words were, “She’s a crazy bitch.”

Those words don’t make me want her less, it only makes me desire her more. Has she ever had a man take care of her? Not financially or anything like that, but someone that made her feel fucking beautiful? I know her current boyfriend probably has not.

“I’m leaving. My friend is waiting for me.” She scowls at me.

Reaching my arm around her, I place my hand on the back of her head and pull her against me, as I speak into her ear.

“Jimmy will find you. You’ll have box seats tonight, both of you.”

I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I thoroughly enjoy the blush on her cheeks when I pull back from her, and she immediately focuses her eyes on the floor and whispers, “Thank you, Mr. Wild.”

Chuckling, I say, “Jagger is fine unless you prefer baby, or something equally sweet.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Goodbye, Jagger.”

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realize we go on soon. I hope that fucker doesn’t put his hands on her again. If he does, I’ll take my baseball bat to his head.

I call Jimmy to arrange a meeting with the lead singer of the dildos, which surprises him to say the least. I know exactly what I’m doing. Why am I so fucking fascinated with this girl, I have no clue, but one thing I do know; she will be mine. I’ll have her under me, screaming my name, and begging for more. I am the Rock God, after all. And what the Rock God wants, he gets.

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