Page 63 of Dark Notes

He strolls into the kitchen, looking far more the sex god than the rock god they claim he is.

“Good morning, beautiful. I hope I didn’t wake you with all the racket.”

I giggle as he wraps his arms around my waist, and kisses my neck.

“You did not wake me up. Also, you look and smell amazing. Who do I need to kill?”

He chuckles softly in my ear. “I have that interview for theLive from The Atmospherespecial.”

I set my coffee on the counter behind me.

“I still think that’s a weird name for an amphitheater.”

He bites my neck, making me moan before he pulls away.

“I’ll be back in a few hours. What are you planning to be up to?”

I grab my coffee before responding, “Shopping, I think.”

Jagger pulls his wallet out from his back pocket and hands it to me. “Here. This is yours. Please use it.”

The expression on his face tells me not to argue, so I don’t.

“Fine,” I say, as I roll my eyes.

“Please be careful. My driver will take you wherever you need to go.”

“Yes, sir,” I giggle as he places his thumb and forefinger on my chin, and stares into my eyes. “I think I like that, filthy girl. I mean it, be careful. I’ll text you when I’m leaving.”

“I will be careful.”

Leaning forward, he kisses me softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Wild.”

He grins at me. “This weekend we’ll go ring shopping. The sooner I get a diamond on your finger, the sooner I can marry you.”

“Are you in a hurry?” I ask him.

“Fuck yeah,” he says, “I knew the moment I saw you, I wanted to marry you. Three years ago, I was ready to make this permanent, but I knew you weren’t. Now that you are? Yeah, baby, I’m in a big fucking hurry to have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Kissing me on the forehead, he groans. “I wish I didn’t have to leave, but I gotta go. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I yell as he heads for the door.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

JAGGER

The questions are always the same. These media assholes are not exactly inventive. They give me a goddamn headache, and the only thing making it better is I know I’ll see her soon. If she’s still shopping, I will join her.

I step out of the studio and glare at the sun. Even though it’s chilly out, the sun is blinding me. Grabbing my ringing phone out of my pocket, I answer it quickly, because the ‘This’ ringtone, yes my own song, is only for McKinley’s number.

“Hey, baby,” I answer, but the voice that answers back is not hers.

“Jagger Wild. She was mine. Then she was yours. Now, she’s mine again.”

It’s that fucking asshole, Erik, that I should have killed that day when I chose for him a life with pain, instead of death. I chose wrong.

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