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)
“I’ll fuck him for you,” she volunteers as tribute.
“Christ, Mel.” Malcolm shakes his head, then looks at me. “He knows that you’re a perfectionist, so is he. This is going to change lives, Court, you two are going to set the world on fire, an explosion of epic proportions. He got chills listening to your voice, you know.” He leans back, eyes narrowing as he takes a deep drag off the cigarette.
“Trust me, no one is going to remember Johnny Stevens or Roxy Smith’s names after this happens.”
I take a deep breath as I look at both of them, then grab the pen and sign. I mean, what do I have to lose?
AMMO
I’m fucking sweating…what is covering me? A loud groan makes my eyes open as the room slowly comes into focus.
“Christ.” I look down at the dark head plastered on my chest. Is that drool coming out of her mouth? Another arm is wrapped around my waist. As I glance over at the other two women in my bed, all of last night’s debauchery slowly comes back to me.
I roll the woman who’s drooling on my chest onto the other two as they all three entwine legs, and if it wasn’t so suffocating in here, I’d take a moment to admire them. As it is, I need some air and to take a piss.
I scrub my hands up and down my face, making my way into my bathroom.
“Jesus.” I grin, it’s been a while since I raged like that. Christine and Lori were not kidding, they knew how to suck, fuck, get all of us off, and then they called in a friend for backup.
Wait, was the friend named Christine? Doesn’t matter, last night is over and I have shit to take care of.
I blink my eyes trying to get my head in the game. Fucking Malcolm.
Prick.
I flush the toilet, walking over to my glass shower. The smell of stale sweat and sex need to go, then I’ll make myself a Bloody Mary or two, and deal with him. That dick took advantage of me.
I grin as the icy water pours down on me. It’s so cold it’s like tiny pinpricks on my heated skin, and I relish it. Nothing like an icy shower to take the inflammation down and wake the brain up. I close my eyes as I soap my body, then I hear her.
That voice…
I guess, I never really 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…
I roll my neck and turn to rinse my back. I have zero intention of getting involved professionally with Courtney Falcon. Namely because I don’t involve myself with prima donnas, I have enough of that ego crap in my own band. Also, if I decide to work with other artists, it’s because I found them on my own or we have jammed together. There’s a mutual amount of trust.
That’s not the case here.
A beauty queen. Former child star turned rock princess, caught up in all kinds of bad press and scandal.
Fuck no. How old is she? I turn off the shower and step out just as Christine stumbles over to my toilet to puke.
And perfect.
“You okay, darlin’?” Forcing my voice to sound engaged, it’s the least I can do, seeing as my cock was in her ass a couple hours ago. She holds up a hand as she continues to heave.
“I’ll send in Lori.” Tossing her the towel I just used to dry off, she leans back on her heels.
“I’m Lori,” she gags out, the morning light not doing her any favors. In fact, her eyes look like someone unleashed pepper spray on her.
“Well then, I’ll get your friend.” My mind already working on how to get all of them out of my house at the same time. This is exactly why I have the no sleepover rule.
I grit my teeth as I walk back into my bedroom. Ignoring the two women passed out in my bed, I grab a pair of sweatpants and make my way downstairs to find my phone.
I’m on a mission to get those Bloody Marys made, first and foremost, and then fire off a text to Malcolm saying whatever he thinks I agreed to last night, I didn’t. Maybe I’ll also order a burrito from Breakfast Republic and have it delivered?
My eyes squint as I admire my million-dollar view. I bought this house ten years ago. I actually had my neighbor to my right design it for me. I favor modern houses, and he created me a masterpiece. It’s everything I could dream of, and then some.
Open floorplan, slick rooms, with off-white walls. The whole back wall of my house is made entirely of glass, allowing you the magnificent view of Hollywood and all her glory.