Page 41 of Behind the Lyrics
Down the hall, she giggled with the band and fluttered her eyelashes. I would’ve been amused if the Viktor reminder hadn’t soured my mood.
I rested my forearms against the cold metal railing and thought back to the day he’d stormed into my life like a rampaging tornado.
Most people would’ve probably thrown a fit and thundered out of the interview with my goading, especially after spouting the washed-up comment, but not Viktor. Instead, he’d seemed to thrive on the banter. And afterwards, he soughtmeout.
This morning, I went online and scoured recent Viktor Farrow sightings. On one local British news site, the edit was longer and verified what he’d said was true. The cameraman caught what happened from a side view, and a very tipsy woman threw herself into his arms and sloshed her beer.
He’d been telling the truth, yet I still hesitated, and I didn’t understand why. Was it because of his history? The endless women and downward spiral of his addictions? It had happened in the past, and he was right—people could anddidchange. Sometimes.
“Woman.” Terri nudged my arm, pushing me over a couple of inches. “Did you see Kyle’s tongue ring? I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like if he went—”
“Oh my God.” I held up a hand. “Stop it.” After chuckling, I pulled out my phone. “Don’t we have a live stream planned in a few minutes with Johnny?”
“I’m just sayin’…” She swiped a loose curl from her forehead and pouted her lips. “How do I look?”
“Absolutely beautiful.” I turned on the phone and connected to the station’s app. “You ready to do this?”
“I wasbornfor this.” A wide smile transformed her face into perfection. She cleared her throat.
“Okay, in three, two, one.” I hit Record.
Chapter 36
Viktor Farrow
Like a fucking creeper, I hid backstage and watched from a safe distance. Angela held up her mobile while the other woman—hell if I could remember her name—chatted and motioned to the stage with a dramatic flourish.
I swung my attention back to Angel. A sexy smile curved her lips, and she let out one of those goddamn adorable laughs that made parts of my body stand at attention.
The urge to run out there, grab her by the waist, and lift her over the railings to carry her backstage made me take one step forward before catching myself.
No. Slow, remember?Delayed gratification wasn’t one of my virtues, but just like my other vices, Iwouldcontrol the need.
I leaned against a support column, content to let my eyes feast on her face. I’d missed her so much while on tour in Europe. Her long, brown hair shone under the lights, and her shirt twinkled with every little movement.
What’s-her-name grabbed a nearby fan and began asking questions.
Angel twisted to capture the interview on video, giving me her back.
Fuck. Me.Her lovely spine came into view thanks to the low dip of the shirt, and the tip of a delicate red rose tattoo peeked from a shoulder blade. I squeezed my hands into fists, and raised one to my mouth, biting the skin of my index finger, hoping the pain would override the hot desire sweeping through my veins.God, I want you, Angel. Please let me show you how much.
The stadium filled up within minutes, and she shut off the live feed, yelling with everyone else as the band came on stage.
Would she cheer for me?Suddenly, I was jealous I wasn’t a member of Macabre Maniacs.
Frowning, I still hid in the dark like a stalker, biding my time and filling my view with the little angel who’d taken my heart captive and given me more than any person ever had before—understanding and compassion—and treated me as a mortal andnota God. In her eyes, I became a person with feelings, not an idol or meal ticket.
The band kicked off with a deep, primal beat. She swayed to the music and closed her eyes. What I wouldn’t have given to be right there with her, grinding my pelvis into hers and wrapping my fingers in her hair.
Soon, perhaps, soon.This was my last shot for a while, and I had to make it count.
Chapter 37
Angela Morales
Best. Concert. Ever.Even though I’d been irritated with my favorite band knowing who I was and intimating Viktor and I were an item, I couldn’t deny they played hard and loud—and I loved it.
“Whew,” Terry screamed into my ear so I could hear over the booming speakers surrounding the stage. “They sound even better live.”
