Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Just fucking listen, then I’ll tell you who it is.” He shrugs, now trying to act casual. My eyes narrow on him. If I was a dick, I could drag this out, but he’s clearly desperate. I reach for my pack of cigarettes to stall a bit longer.
“Fine. I need to smoke anyway.” Standing, I move toward the door as two women at the bar almost trip over themselves to reach me before I exit.
“Oh my God, it is you.” The tall one sways toward me, her fake tits almost spilling out of her tight top.
“Can we get your autograph?” Her voice turning low as she bats her eyes, and her friend reaches out to touch my arm.
“Shh, Lori.” She sways toward me, her tits are smaller than her friends, but I can tell that her ass is fucking glorious.
“Look, why beat around the bush, we don’t want your autograph. We both want to take turns sucking you off, then you can take that legendary cock of yours and fuck Lori’s ass as I eat her pussy. Guarantee we’ll make your eyes roll back in your head.” Her nails dig into my bicep as she stares at me. unblinking. I flash her a smile as my dick instantly perks up at their offer, because, again, I love my life. Like I know how lucky I am, and unlike my bandmates, I fucking cherish this shit. I mean, this is my world. Waking up and getting paid millions and millions of dollars to do the one thing I love more than anything in my life—and get a blowjob and sex whenever I want…yeah, I don’t take it for granted.
“Give me ten minutes, gorgeous, I need to take care of some business.” Exiting out the front door, she reluctantly lets go of my arm.
“We’ll be waiting,” they say together as I nod, lighting up a cigarette as I notice that the sun is starting to set. The blue sky of Los Angeles is taking on a deep pinkish tint in the clouds as I inhale deeply.
It’s good to be back. I consider LA my home, even though most of the time I’m touring. I like the fact that here, you can have somewhat of a life without being completely mobbed. People in LA are used to seeing celebrities so they may talk and point, even ask for an autograph, but I can still go out.
“Ammo…” A group of guys yell and raise their fist in the air as they walk past me and enter the bar.
“’Sup.” I nod and make my way across the parking lot and lean my shoulder on the side of the building as I play the link that Malcolm sent me, and for a split-second time stops as I hear her.
It starts out with just a few notes from the piano, then a sigh, slightly raspy, and my cock that was already semi aroused, hardens almost painfully as she growls,
“A one, two, a one-two-three-four….
I never should have fallen for you. But you said that I could trust you…
I guess I should thank you.
Since you turned out to be untrue.
You couldn’t find that spot if I directed you…
But you made me think I needed you.
And, I guess you believed it too…
Baby. You were always untrue.
Yeah, I should thank you…”
Jesus Christ, Malcolm’s right. This voice belongs to an angel singing about a loser who can’t find the clit. Are you kidding me? I instantly restart the song, and close my eyes, just listening to her voice.
“I guess I should thank you…” I toss my cigarette and step on it as I walk back to the entrance. Now to find out why is he being cagey? It’s been a long time my cock has gotten hard from only hearing a voice.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I toss my pack of cigarettes on the table as Malcolm sits with a knowing smile, arms crossed.
“I told you.” He looks up at me as I slide back in the booth, holding up a finger at the two girls who are making their way toward me.
“Give me a few more minutes, darlins’.” Stopping them, they both look rather confused, not that I care.
“Spit it out, Malcolm.” I turn back to him as he hands me a refilled glass of Jäger.
“It’s Courtney Falcon.”
“Who?”
“Courtney Falcon. Lead singer of Broken Vixens.” He tosses back his shot.
“You’re kidding?” Not that I follow them that much, but I do know exactly who she is, and there’s no way I’m going anywhere near that fucking train wreck.
“I see why you didn’t tell me.” I snort, then laugh as I take the shot of Jäger. I have enough drama with my own band. I’m certainly not going to produce for a girl band…what the hell is Malcolm thinking?
“Okay, hold on. Before you start judging—”