Page 94 of Oops! I Married a Rock Star
He tenses, but he still doesn’t turn around. His reaction makes me falter for a second, my mouth going dry. Maybe
he doesn’t want to change anything, and I just ruined everything by just blurting it out like that, instead of laying it out logically, step by step.
“But only if you want,” I add, then place a kiss on the base of his neck, hoping that makes him more amenable.
“Oh, I’m dying to know what that asshole’s supposed to want to change,” comes Devlin’s coldly furious voice from the living room.
I start, turn and see him standing there, watching me. There’s no question it’s him—he’s in his Batman shirt and jeans.
But if Devlin’s over there…who the hell am I holding?
I jump back with a small scream, a hand over my galloping heart. The drum guy turns around, and I squint at how similar he looks to Devlin. The same size, same hair style and the clothes! They smell like they came out of my washer and dryer!
Devlin jabs a finger in the guy’s direction. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m…um…here for…Becca?” he stammers in a voice that is clearly not Devlin’s.
For me? I have no freakin’ idea who this person is. He doesn’t even sound like anybody I know! I try to think of every guy I know who could theoretically fit this person—maybe one of them got sick, which is why the voice is different? But regardless, he should’ve said something when I put my arms around him and kissed him!
“I don’t believe this!” Devlin yells. “Are you one of her ex-boyfriends?”
“No, dude,” the guy says. “Not an ex. Totally different.” He adds a smile, like that’s going to make the situation better, except I still have no clue who he is or why he’s in my house! Now I’m wondering if I should be grabbing one of the guns Max sent me. This man is obviously deranged and could be dangerous.
Devlin starts shaking. From rage, the way his face is turning red.
“Wait, Devlin, I can explain,” I say quickly. I have no idea what’s going on, but I know enough to realize I have to make him listen to what I was doing, that what he saw isn’t how it looks.
But he storms out before I can say a word.
Shit. I start to go after him.
“Hold on,” the guy says, wrapping a hand around my arm. “What about the rest of my pay?”
“Let go!” An engine roars in the driveway. Shit! The Maserati!
I pull a few times before I can jerk my arm free. I rush out, but as I open the door, the car is already speeding away. “No!”
“Hey! My pay!” the man says again.
I need to go after Devlin, but first things first. There is a strange man in my home, and I need to get rid of him. He might decide to steal stuff, including Devlin’s drum set, claiming it’s what he’s due.
“What pay?” I demand. “And who are you?” I ask as I move toward the arched entrance to the den. If he gives me the wrong answer, I’m going to get the gun Max gave me last Christmas. It’s on a shelf right outside the den for easy access.
“I’m Christian. I was told you liked my profile.” He says all this like I should know what he’s talking about.
“What profile? I’ve never seen you before!”
“Yeah, you have. From Men of the Night?”
Wait… That was one of the escort sites I looked over with Tasha. “Did Bruce send you? Because I got my money back anyway? Are you some kind of enforcer? A kneecap breaker?” Bruce might be upset he had to give back the money, but now the gun’s within reach. All I have to do is grab it and aim.
“What? No! I’m an intimate companion,” Christian says. “You know, for—”
“You mean an escort.”
“Well… Yeah. Whichever.”
I can’t believe this. “I didn’t even know you existed until now. Who hired you?”
