Page 64 of Feral Touch
It was a flyer advertising our song. It had a picture of me and a picture of Ren along with small bios under a heading that said, ‘About The Artists’.
“I'll keep it,” I told the woman. My parents would probably get a kick out of it.
My parents. I hadn't called them in a while. I'd been so caught up with Ren and my worries about money I'd barely spared a thought for them. I'd have to call them and give them an update.
They were going to be surprised their daughter was behind the song they kept hearing on the radio.
Arms wrapped around me from behind and lips planted a kiss on my neck.
“You look ravishing,” Ren said. He chuckled and brought his lips to my ear. “In fact, I'd like to ravish you right now.”
I blushed and turned around in his arms. “Behave. We're in public.”
He looked gorgeous in his tailored suit. As hot as he was every time I'd seen him shirtless, there really was just was something about a man in a suit and tie that made girls melt.
“I suppose I'll have to wait until the party is over to get you alone.” He gave my hips a squeeze, hands almost wandering too far south, but stopped before he reached indecent territory. He placed a brief kiss on my lips before pulling away, knowing that PDA made me uncomfortable—although the both of ushadgotten bolder after we’d finally…
I squirmed inwardly.
After we’dbeen intimate.
“So, how are you dealing with fame and fortune?” he asked, teasing me as he stroked a hand through my hair.
“I can do without fame, but fortune would be nice.” I'd been fielding phone calls and requests for interviews all week.It had started to get overwhelming, so Ren arranged for Dark Sound Studios to take care of all that for me. I just stopped answering my phone and let Ailey do her job.
Luckily, no one outside Ren’s close circle of colleagues knew what his mysterious music partner looked like yet, so I could go to school without reporters waiting for me outside.
“Fortune it is.” Ren replied. “Let me take care of the fame part.”
“The song's doing well, then?” I asked anxiously. I'd heard it on the radio a few times, but I had no idea what the fans of Feral Silence thought of it.
“It's doing very well. You don't need to worry.”
“But will it really be enough to cover my tuition?”
Ren pulled out his phone and tapped a few times. “This is what Ailey sent me. It's the number of downloads and profit to date.” He turned the screen to face me.
My eyes bugged out.
“Think that'll cover it?” He quirked a grin.
“That should do it,” I replied weakly. I'd known Ren was popular, but I hadn't known just how much money he really made. I was intimidated all over again.
But, I reminded myself, half that money was mine. Technically, I was also a rock star. Sort of. I giggled to myself, holding back a smile.
“Congratulations!” Ailey appeared at my side and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “I knew you'd do well.”
“Thanks to your PR hype,” I said, letting go of Ren to hug her back.
Ailey had put together an entire public relations and online marketing plan for our release. I'd been walked through the details and only understood about twenty percent of it, but I knew that Ailey and her team had worked hard for us.
“Sorry Ren, I need to steal your girl for a minute. Ivy, do you mind answering some questions for the press?”
“Sure?” I replied, hesitant. Since I'd been avoiding the media, I hadn't given an interview yet.
“It'll be fine. Just talk about the song. You don't have to answer any questions you don't want to.”
Ailey led me over to the bar where a man and woman were waiting for me, both with recording devices in their hands. The woman wore a pencil skirt and blouse, her blond hair a perfectly coiffed fluffy cloud framing her face. The man wore jeans with a collared shirt, much more casual than the woman.
