Page 24 of Puck Lust

It was all completely foreign to me. I had no fucking idea how to be what he needed.

I knew I’d never be enough.

You know who I am enough for?

The guy currently pressed against me outside the bar.

He doesn’t give a shit who I really am under the glitz and glam of my celebrity shell. He’s not looking for a husband or a soulmate.

He wants to get laid.

And I don’t want to feel so alone.

The pang in my chest is a harsh reminder that it won’t last.

It never does.

I grab my phone and turn to face the guy. “I’ll call an Uber.”

He holds up his phone, a sexy smile lifting his lips. “Already done. He’s a minute away.”

I sneak a look over his shoulder but the windows are covered.

The hairs on the back of my neck shoot up.

“Aren’t you going to ask me my name?” the guy says, edging closer to me.

People swarm the street, word obviously getting out that Sin City is performing tonight. I flash a tight smile.

“Let’s just keep to what this is,” I say, my heart twisting as I say the words.

Because I don’t want to leave with this guy.

I want to go back inside, to yell at Carter for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, to hear him tell me he only did it because he cares about me, because he wants to be with me.

But those are fantasies.

They’ll never be my reality.

And even if he said that shit to me, I’d just go and screw it up like I did before.

“Whatever you want.” The guy shrugs. “Pretty soon, I’m gonna have you forgetting your own name.”

I clench and unclench my fingers, an odd sensation climbing in my chest.

I brush it off, chalking it up to anticipation. The guy who shall remain nameless is hot as fuck, and for a few hours, he’ll serve his purpose and make me forget all about what Carter’s gonna do to his pretty little dipshit, Livvie.

That is, if she doesn’t run off with Lane before he can get her home.

A dark blue Hyundai pulls up to the curb.

The guy grins. “Sorry it’s not fancier. I know you’re probably used to Uber Black, right?”

I shrug. “Whatever gets us to our next stop. There’s a hotel not too far away?—”

His grin widens. “I’m already ahead of you. And this place is quiet and off the radar.”

A few people stop to stare and point at me as I pop open the back door. Then out come the phones.

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