Page 112 of Disharmony

“I don’t know what his problem is,” she says. “Or Tiffany’s. You sounded great out there.”

Behind us, Tiffany barks orders at her minions to take her bad mood out on other people. A bad mood I’m responsible for.

“She’s jealous because she knows you’re going to stand out,” Cookie says, waving Leila over to join us. “Who knows? You might get picked for Popstarz!”

I grimace. “I’m not sure I’m Popstarz material.”

Leila falls into step as Cookie continues to analyze this morning’s rehearsals by giving a blow-by-blow account of each verse. Leila freezes as she spots Declan approaching us on the path ahead. He stops too. He waves awkwardly then veers off into the trees. Where the hell is he vanishing to?

“Okay, now that was weird…” Cookie says, turning to Leila, who is avoiding looking at our faces. “Do you know what’s going on with the twins?”

“Beats me,” she mumbles.

I don’t call her out for lying even though I suspect she knows more than she’s saying. Everyone is entitled to their secrets. I wouldn’t want anyone prying into my business and finding out exactly what happened that night on Buggy…

“Ash?” I’ve been ignoring Cookie as my mind strays to the memory of their hands… those delicious hands that felt so… “Ash? Are you even listening?”

“Huh?” I’m back to reality again. “What?”

“I said, are you ready for your session with Zach?”

“Even a Lionheart beats McCallister,” I say.

forty-one

Zed

I’ve been waiting in the foyer for thirty minutes by the time she arrives. I try not to look at her and jump up immediately.

“This way,” I say, pacing down the corridor as she trails after me.

I take her to the same practice room we used last time. It’s fitting.

“So, Ashley—” I begin.

“It’s Ash,” she cuts me off.

Being this close and knowing I can’t touch her is a test. Ripper and Venom are still mad at me, but I’m doing this for them… but she isn’t making it easy for me. Why is it so hard to stop thinking about how soft her skin is or how she writhed underneath me when I tasted the wetness between her legs?

“Ash,” I correct myself, clearing my throat and trying to concentrate on the real reason we are here. “I thought we could go over your verse again and strengthen it.”

She pouts without realizing she’s doing it, then scowls. “Whatever I do, McCallister is going to hate.”

“McCallister hates everything,” I point out. “He hated me once too.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Ash snorts. “You’re Camp Harmony’s golden boy.”

She doesn’t know who I am. I can see it in the way she looks at me. A golden boy? How would she feel to know it was the golden boy who made her come and licked the juices from her sweet pussy?

“Appearances can be deceiving,” I reply.

My cock stirs. As much as I’d love to show her exactly who I am, I have to exert self-control.

Ash blushes and turns her back on me.

“Let’s start,” she says.

The Ash I met a few weeks ago wouldn’t hurry away.

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