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“He’s a fucking liar.” Pierce barked out a mocking laugh. “The fact he’s broken parole is proof of his deceit.” He drummed his sticks against his thigh. “I don’t trust him, and, until he’s re-arrested, I’ll do everything I can to make sure Hayley is kept safe.”
“We’ll all support you, eh, guys?” Axel opened his arms. “Group hug time?”
It was what they did before every concert. My heart melted as I watched the five of them. ChiMera closed ranks when the going got tough for any one of them, and I wished Pierce had fessed up to them beforehand.
If he’d done so, maybe he wouldn’t have felt so lost and alone that he’d felt the need to almost drink himself to death?“Wanna hit the shops?” Camila suggested when she dropped by my suite for a coffee, after the rockers had left for the arena to carry out sound checks and meet selected fans.
“Sorry, can’t.” I spread my hands wide.
“Oh, yeah.” She looked me up and down. “You’re a celebrity now. Those pics the paps took of you and Foxy in Singapore are trending all over social media.”
“Sorry,” I said again, touching my hand to hers. I wished I could explain about Pierce’s paranoia, but his secret wasn’t mine to tell.
“I miss hanging out with ya, girlfriend,” she huffed.
My belly twisted with regret, and I racked my brains for an alternative activity she would enjoy. I suddenly remembered she liked being pampered. “How about we chill together in the hotel spa?”
“Cool.” Her eyes danced. “I’ll book us a massage.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
I retrieved my swimsuit from my suitcase while she placed a call to the wellness center. They weren’t busy and could fit us in immediately. We stopped by her room, then made our way to the elevator. “The massage will involve hot stones,” Camila informed me as we stepped through the doors of the spa.
“Not sure I’ll like that,” I hesitated.
“It’s awesome,” she reassured me. “You’ll love it.”
My masseuse, a young woman, shyly requested a selfie with her before my session started. Her name was Michiko, and I told her to call me Hayley. She asked me to lie face down on the table before getting to work, hooking into my muscles with the warm stones, kneading, applying pressure and then vibrating them to drive the heat deeper. I breathed in the soothing scent of incense and, little by little, I felt myself start to relax. I thought back to Pierce inserting his finger into me last night, how painful it had been. Except, the pain had soon morphed into the most intense pleasure. Maybe I’d be ready soon to receive his cock? It would hurt like hell, I knew it would, but exploring my entrance this past week had taught me a lot about how flexible it was. I loved him so much and I wanted him inside me, wanted our bodies to be joined like our hearts and souls.
When I met up with Camila in the sauna afterward, I decided to ask her if she’d known anyone who suffered from Vaginismus. She was my bestie—we’d been close for years—I could trust her with my deepest secret, just like Pierce had just trusted his best buddies.
She gave me a sympathetic smile. “I’ve heard about the condition but have never met anyone with it. Is that what your problem is, sweetie?”
I nodded. “How did you know I had a problem?”
“One, you never dated.” She ticked off the point on her finger. “Two, you froze every time I ever mentioned anything sexual.” Another tick. “I hope Foxy has been understanding?” Her smile wavered.
“He’s amazing. Incredibly patient. Sex with him is so freaking hot.” I glanced down at my hands. “We do everything except fourth base.” Sudden tears filled my eyes. “I think something might have happened in my past that I’ve blocked from my mind. I might have suffered some kind of trauma.” My voice shook. “I’ve researched my condition and sexual abuse can cause the phobia which leads to the muscle involuntarily tightening.”
It was her turn to touch her hand to mine. “Aw, sweetie. I’m so sorry. Do you have any idea who could have done that to ya?”
“No. It was definitely not my dad. I loved and trusted him totally.” I narrowed my eyes. “I used to go to summer camp up until I was old enough to stay home alone while my parents were at work. I don’t remember every single detail so I’m wondering if something could have gone down that I’ve deliberately forgotten…”
“Hmm. Selective memory loss.” She tapped her chin. “Have you considered, maybe, undergoing hypnosis?”
I shook my head. “I knew it was an option, but I’ve never felt the need. With Pierce’s support, I could look into getting hypnotized when we’re back in LA.”
“Know that I’m there for you too, sweets. Foxy and I will get you through it. Then you can go after whoever did that to you.”
