Page 10 of Addicted to You
I followed his line of sight to see Donnie walk in, his usual cocky grin plastered across his face.
Elliott looked at me. “Did you know he was going to be here?”
I nodded. “I told him about the party the other day.”
“You’ve already hung out with him?”
I knew what he was really asking. Like my other bandmates, he was well aware of Donnie’sbusiness. And while Elliott usually let me do my own thing, recently he had been making little comments about how I chose to “blow off steam.”
“I ran into him the day I got back.” I shrugged as if I hadn’t sought Donnie out.
Elliott didn’t look convinced. “Just remember what Malachi said. We can’t have anything derail what we’ve got coming up.”
“Relax,” I said, brushing him off. “I’ve got everything under control.”
It appeared he wanted to say more, but before he could, a brunette in a red dress appeared at his side, resting a hand on his arm.
“Hey,” she said with a flirtatious smile. “You’re Elliott Spencer, aren’t you?”
“Yep.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and focused on her.
I took that as an opportunity to slip away, making a beeline for Donnie.
“Silas,” he called out when he spotted me. “Thanks for getting me on the guest list. I didn’t expect there to be so many people here.”
“Didn’t I say you could make some bank tonight?”
“You sure did.” He looked around the crowd, and I could practically see the dollar signs lighting up his eyes.
Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, I handed him some cash so I could have a little fun before he likely ran out of product. Then I began introducing him around, pointing out those I knew would be interested in what he was selling. It didn’t take long for people to start slipping him cash as he handed over small bags from his pocket.
A while later, I found him leaning against the wall near the kitchen. “Busy night?” I asked, handing him a beer.
Donnie chuckled, pocketing the cash from his last deal. “You could say that. I’ve never moved this much product in one night. Thanks for the hook up, man.”
“No problem.”
“I’ve got a little left. Do you want it?” He pulled another baggie from his jacket.
Since most people had left already, it was more likely someone would see what we were doing, and I didn’t need any photos of me in the middle of a drug deal leaking to the press. Once I was sure we were in the clear, I nodded. “Sure.”
Donnie handed it over, and I slipped him more money. “Hopefully, I’ll see you before you head back to LA,” he said before taking off.
It was almost four in the morning by the time I got back to my parents’ house. As I walked up the driveway, I spotted a shadowy figure near the side of the house.
Cash.
His phone was pressed to his ear, and his voice was low, but I could hear him just fine. “I know it’s hard, but you’ve got this. I’ll make sure to stop by as soon as I’m back in town.”
“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped, loud enough to make him jump.
“Call me if you need anything else, okay?” He ended the call and narrowed his eyes on me.
“Who were you talking to?” I demanded. “Are you cheating on Britt or something?”
His jaw clenched, and he took a step toward me. “No. Of course, I’m not. I was talking to a client who needed help.”
I blinked, his words sinking in. “A client?”
