Page 92 of Hard Rock Fling
Cameron'slatest party put all others to shame. He said it was to celebrate finishing the album, but he never needed an excuse to party.
There was a better mix of men and women than last time. I supposed it was because Cameron invited his fellow artists and colleagues instead of groupies and fangirls.
If I thought that meant the party would be less crazy, I would have been sorely mistaken. Celebrities partied harder than anyone I'd ever met. Broken beer bottles and shattered cocktail glasses. Couples splayed out on sofas doing indecent things to each other.
A few people in a corner snorted something up their noses. I quickly averted my eyes. I'd known drugs were a part of the lifestyle, but that didn't mean I wanted to have intimate knowledge of it.
I opened my phone and re-read Ian's latest text message.
Can't waitto see you tonight, sweetheart. It's been too long. I miss you. I love you.
That'show he ended every message now.I love you.
I hugged my phone to my chest. Out of all the lines Ian had given groupies and fangirls, out of all the flirting and teasing, there was one thing he'd never given them.
His heart belonged to me.
Loud music pumped from speakers situated in the ceiling of every room, a hard, driving electronic beat. I felt it in my chest, almost louder than the music at concerts.
I glanced at my sister, wondering what she thought of the whole scene. Her face was lit up with excitement. I doubted she'd ever been to a party like this one.
When Faith found out I was going to another party, she had finally called in her favor.
"I want to come too," she'd pleaded. "It's not fair you get to party with rock stars and I'm stuck doing boring corporate events with stiffs in suits. I want to live a little. Besides, it's time I finally met that famous boyfriend of yours."
When I'd asked Cameron if my sister could come, the evil glint in his eyes made me instantly want to take it back.
"No molesting my sister."
"But it's okay if she molests me, right?"
I'd just snorted. I would have paid to see Faith cut Cameron down with her barbed words.
To my surprise, it was a different rock star who ended up on the other end of Faith's tongue lashing.
She tugged on my arm to get my attention. "Oh my god, that's him." She pointed to the opposite end of the room.
"Who?"
"The asshole I keep running into. The one who thinks girls should fall at his feet to worship him."
I followed her finger with my eyes. I was speechless for a second, before I chuckled. "Let me guess. He acted like he expected you to already know him and was surprised when you didn't give him the time of day?"
"Yeah, exactly. How'd you know?"
I pulled Faith by the hand, explaining along the way. When we reached them, I tapped on their shoulders, getting their attention. Ian and Damon turned around with identical grins. As soon as they saw us, the grins slid off their faces, replaced with disbelief.
"Ian, Damon, this is my sister Faith."
They both glanced between us, slack jawed.
"My twin sister," I added.
Faith gave Damon a sweet smile. "I would say it's a pleasure, but it's really not."
"But— How—" Damon was speechless for a moment. Then he growled, a dark expression on his face. "Is that why you nearly kicked me in the balls?"
"You clearly thought I was Hope. I thought you were a narcissistic, try-hard wannabe."
