Page 59 of Fake Rocks
Later that night, I was bored. I still couldn’t stop thinking about Tris and I desperately needed a distraction. I’d spent the whole day lounging in bed, barely moving, obsessively checking social media and my messages, both of which were strangely quiet.
I picked up my phone and called Rosie.
“Saff! Where the hell are you? There’s a party here for you, babe! I heard you and Tris split.”
Her words made me sit up, ramrod straight. How did she know? I hadn’t spoken to her at all since it happened. I could hear the noise of a bar or club in the background.
“Where are you? I’ll come join.”
“You should.The Gosswill love it.” She gave me the name of a bar on the King’s Road. “Text me when you’re close.” And she hung up.
Interest piqued, I fired up an internet browser on my phone and went to the gossip website. Sure enough, there were a number of pictures of me and the band performing.
Fuck, I looked hot last night.
But there were also a few dark, grainy photographs of the aftermath of last night’s gig. There was no mistaking Tris’ actions as he pulled an arm back in preparation to punch. There was also one of him and his dad, apparently engaged in an angry conversation.
The accompanying words were no more than guesswork and speculation, though the headline screamed: SAFF’S NEW BEAU NOT AS CLEAN CUT AS HE SEEMS! ANGRY SCENES AT THESB’S COMEBACK SHOW!
Near the end of the article was a shot of me and Jonas leaving, as well as one of Tris, alone, looking forlornly towards our car.
Tears threatened to fall, and I screwed up my face, willing them to go away. I couldn’t afford to think about that now. Taking a fortifying breath, I stood up and went to my wardrobe, searching for the exact killer outfit I needed.
Forty minutes later, I was in an Uber near the bar. At the last minute, I almost chickened out and asked the driver to take me home, but Rosie was right. I needed to be there. I needed something to take my mind off last night. Wallowing at home with a bottle of whisky and a joint wasn’t the Saff Barnes everyone knew and loved.
I resolved to be the Saff Barnes who didn’t give a fuck, but desperately needed to fuck a certain someone out of my system.
I held my head high and stepped out of the car, heading for the door and cutting to the front of the queue. The doorman took one look at me and instantly let me through.
Even if he had no idea who I was, the outfit I’d picked was enough to flout every door policy he had to adhere to. I wore a tight, black lace and satin corset which pushed my boobs up, creating a cleavage to die for. Teamed with a skin-tight black pencil miniskirt which barely covered my arse and skyscraper red patent heels, I looked like a force to be reckoned with. It was a look that made me feel in control, fierce,untouchable.
“Fuck me, Saff, that’s one hell of a break-up outfit.” Rosie reached out and touched the locked padlock heart attached to the ring on my collar. “No-one’s getting to your heart.” She gave me a brief hug, then handed me a glass with orange liquid in it. “Seems an appropriate drink for the way you’re dressed tonight.”
I downed the Pornstar Martini in one and threw off my coat. “Get me another, I want to get wasted.”
Rosie did as she was asked, but I wasn’t short of people—sorry, men—wanting to buy me drinks. I revelled in the attention, accepting every glass and every kiss, knowing it was everything Jonas didn’t want me to do. It helped me to forget about Tris.
“Long time no see.” A male body pressed up behind me, running a proprietary hand over my arse, fingertips grazing the skin beneath the hem of my skirt.
I whirled around, ready to slap the face of someone who had dared to touch me in that manner.
Troy Carson.
The corner of my mouth quirked. “Where’s your girlfriend tonight?”
“Out with your boyfriend.” He smirked.
Infuriated, I reached up as if to slap his face, but he caught my wrist.
“Ooo, touchy.” In one move, he had me pinned against the wall, his muscular body pressed along mine.
My breathing deepened, an involuntary reaction sparked in my groin.
His fingers slid over the gold heart, his gaze sliding to my lips. “Pretty.” He hooked his index finger into the ring and pulled me towards him.
Unable to resist, our lips crashed together, the kiss hard, insistent, dirty. When his hand drifted underneath my skirt, I hooked a leg around him, feeling his cock hard on my thigh.
Drunk and horny, I wasn’t aware of the flash of a camera phone as it went off to our right.
