Page 191 of The Silent Note

It was torture sitting in her classes, watching her wear those starched tops and modest button-downs, when I knew what lay beneath them. Hell, even if I hadn’t seen her hot-as-sin body writhing under mine that night, her curves in class would have tempted me.

She’s stacked. Fabric and buttons can’t hide how stunning her body is.

The girl pushes her face close to me, assaulting me with her heavy perfume.

“Are you Zane Cross? From The Kings?”

“What?” I yell.

She leans closer, her tits rubbing against my arm. “You’re him, right? Zane Cross?”

I stumble back and grin lazily. “Who’s asking?”

Her nose scrunches. “I’m Priscilla.”

Priscilla has a caterpillar on her eyelashes. Does she know that? There’s a literal bug two centimeters away from her eyeballs.

“So, are you him? Zane Cross?”

“No, I mean yeah. Zane. I’m Zane.” I grin harder, trying hard not to laugh at her ridiculously long lashes.

“I knew it.”

She says something I don’t hear because I turn away to demand another bottle from the bartender.

When I face her again, she’s practically glued herself to my hip and is on the tail end of a long speech.

“Huh?” I grunt.

“I asked the DJ to play your song.”

“What?” I yell.

“This is your song!” she yells. “I requested it.”

That makes so much freaking sense.

Damn, this song is good.

I move toward the dance floor and take out my phone. It’s instinctual for me to film myself. I stopped after things got serious with Grey. It’s not like I could invite the world into my relationship with her. Not unless I wanted Jinx to start sniffing around and for all my crazy female fans to form a Grace Jamieson hate group.

But me and Grey are over now.

There’s nothing stopping me from pulling out my camera and letting the world know that I’m back. If I can’t have her, at least I can have this as a poor, but adequate substitute.

I go live on my favorite app.

“Guys, listen to this! They’re playing our song!” I yell.

Around me, everyone starts screaming, waving and jumping to the beat. Pamela presses into me, smiling up at the camera as if she knows a cameo in my livestream will bring her a year’s worth of clout.

I hold the cell phone up, letting it bounce up and down with me on the live. Immediately, my watch count explodes.

In a flash, I’m joined by Parker’s other friends. Or maybe I’m joined by her pet octopus. Because suddenly, there are hands on me everywhere.

For a few, blissful seconds, the world is colorful and exciting. My heart is racing and there’s nothing else in my head except for the music that connects us all.

But it doesn’t last.

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