Page 75 of Dark Notes

By relax, he means get high as fuck, and fuck whatever woman he has found for tonight.

“Alright then. I’ll ask one of them to help with Mia.”

I grin as I listen to the silence, because I know the second her name is mentioned, he will have a sudden change of heart.

“Mia?” he asks quietly.

“Yep. Something is going on with her and she says she isn’t coming. McKinley’s heart is broken over it, and I need you to get her here. Whatever the fuck you have to do, do it. Unless, of course, you want me to ask one of the other guys.”

He tries to make it sound like it’s not about her.

“Yeah, you know, whatever you need, I’m there.”

I can’t hold back the laughter. “Oh sure, it has nothing to do with her, right?”

“I’ve wanted her for longer than you’ve even known McKinley. Since our first awards show.”

Sitting on the couch talking to Jett, I spot McKinley coming this way, so I cut my call short.

“Make it happen. Whatever means are necessary.”

He chuckles. “Kidnapping it is.”

“Jesus, Jett. You know what I mean.”

“I’ve got it. I’ll text you when we are on our way.”

He hangs up as I wonder if I’ve made a bad decision, but I don’t have long to think about it before my fiancée climbs onto my lap.

She straddles me and lays her head on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry for being emotional.”

Placing my hands around her back, I reassure her, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I understand.”

As much as I want to tell her Mia will be here, I don’t, because I don’t want to make guarantees I can’t follow through on. I’m not completely convinced Jett will get her here. I don’t think he’d actually kidnap her, and if he tried, she’d probably kick his ass.

She kisses my neck. “There’s a new article about you.”

I chuckle, because there’s always new shit they’re printing about me.

“They are speculating over whether you’ll back out before we’re actually married.”

I hum, while I drag my fingers through her hair, and inhale the aroma of her orange scented shampoo.

“Let them speculate, baby, as long as you don’t.”

This isn’t the first time I’ve heard the media’s theories that I’m not capable of settling down. And really, I don’t give a fuck, as long as it doesn’t upset McKinley. Through the years I’ve heard nearly everything, from me being a sexual sadist, to the cute little rumor that I have groupies take a number, and bang one after the other. Sure, I’ve had some threesomes, and a couple of foursomes, but that doesn’t make me any of the things they call me. Well, not anymore anyway. Maybe I was a manwhore at one point, as I’ve been called many times. Now, I’ve got the only woman I want.

“Jagger,” she moans in my ear, while grinding her pussy on my already hard cock.

“I need you,” she says in a sexy as fuck raspy voice.

“McKinley,” I warn, “We have to leave in ten minutes.”

She giggles softly. “I remember you once told me you could make me come in thirty seconds. Have you lost your touch, Wild?”

When she digs her nails into my scalp, I know I’m done. This woman always has me ready to lose my mind.

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