Page 60 of Dark Notes

“You’re such a pervert,” I say to him in a low voice, as I feel his cock harden under my ass.

“I’m going to my own seat now.”

He smirks at me. “That’s probably a good idea, unless you want me to fuck you in this restaurant.”

I laugh as I get off him and go back to my chair, because I definitely don’t want pictures of us having sex on all the gossip sites.

A group of giggling young women approach the table.

“Oh my God. You’re Jagger Wild. Can I get a picture?”

She is the first of more than I can count. He is pleasant to every last one of them, as I take photos of him with his fans. I’m impressed that he doesn’t get annoyed, or at least that it doesn’t show. Until the last one.Candy.

I remember her sitting on his lap all too well.

He is quick to introduce me, “Candy, this is McKinley, my fiancée.”

Her mouth drops before she quickly recovers, and nods to me. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you. I’m sure you’ve heard about me. Jagger and I have a lot of history.”

Jagger rises from his seat, grabs her shoulders, and turns her around.

“We have nothing. And now this conversation is history. Goodnight.”

She huffs as she walks away, flipping her blonde hair back with attitude.

He sighs loudly. “Have you had enough peopling? Can we take our food to go?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Good,” he says as he motions the waitress over, “I’m grateful for our fans, but I just wanted a night out with my woman.”

“We need our food to go,” he says curtly to the waitress as she approaches.

After he has paid and we have our food, he takes my hand and we walk out of the restaurant together.

“We need to go back to Italy.”

As we slide into the vehicle, I remind him, “There were paparazzi there. Remember?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Like I could forget.”

“How often will you tour next year?”

Resting his hand on my thigh, he says, “Three months in Canada at the beginning of the year. Then the United States in the summer.”

“Maybe we can go somewhere for a few months between the two tours. Somewhere isolated.”

He nods but doesn’t respond. There’s something bothering him, but I don’t pry because I know him well, and when he’s ready to tell me, he will.

After we eat a quiet dinner, we sit on the couch in the living room. The fire burns, because it’s getting chilly already. Still Jagger is quiet. He gets up and lays a blanket in front of the fire. “Come here, baby.”

I get onto the floor beside him and he pulls me into his arms. “You know she was lying, right?”

“Of course I know that. Is that what’s been bothering you?”

He turns his head, and stares at the fire while he speaks.

“Losing you was the worst thing I have been through. The thought of some woman lying, and costing me everything again, is terrifying.”

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