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“What about your singing career? Not only did you ruin my chances, but those of our three other band members. Your father tried to give you the best life and you threw it away by kissing Min Jun,” Eun shouts back at me.
I suck in a loud, audible breath, even more pissed off than before, when I find out that he came here to do my father’s dirty work. “That was my father’s dream. Not mine.”
“What is he talking about, Lyric?” Rafe asks. “What singing career? And who did you kiss?
Eun chuckles maniacally. “You mean you didn’t tell the pretty boy here that back in the day, you were in a K-pop band and you fucked it all up by kissing one of the members during one of our practices?”
“What?” Rafe’s eyes go huge. “Really?”
“That’s my past and I don’t want to talk about it,” I admit to Rafe. Then I turn to Eun and deliver what I hope is a parting shot. “Leave. And then maybe I’ll forgive you for betraying our friendship.”
“You’re going to give up our longtime friendship for this bastard?”
“No. You did that by listening to my father. Now leave.” And I turn my back to him.
“You’ll regret this.” I’m not sure who Eun was talking to, but all I hear next is the slam of the door and the sound of gravel being spit out by the tires.
“Your father has some balls,” Rafe finally says.
“You have no idea.” I shake my head, and finally stop shifting from foot to foot as the pain in my temples intensifies.
“So,” Rafe pauses a beat before a grin slides across his face. “Me calling you K-pop was correct.”
Son of a bitch. I’m going to kill Eun.
Chapter Thirteen
Rafe
K-pop.
I want to laugh, but the furious look on Lyric’s face stops me from doing that. I straighten my features and ask, “What do you want to do?”
Lyric’s eyes widen. “I’m not in the mood right now to have sex, Rafe,” he says as he turns and heads into the hallway.
This time I do chuckle as I follow him. “Then why are we headed to your room?”
“I need my shirt, asshole.”
“Gotcha. So when I asked what you wanted to do, I meant what are you going to do about your father?”
He straightens his spine and his chin tips up. “Absolutely nothing.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not worth it. Trust me, this isn’t the first time he has tried meddling in my affairs. Now that I’m in Korea, he thinks he has more control over me, but he doesn’t,” Lyric says with a resigned sigh.
I study Lyric for a moment, and see shadows under his eyes. He’s tired, and no doubt stressed, but he’s doing nothing to let out the frustration, aside from gritting his teeth.
But I’m here. “Let me be your stress reliever.”
One smooth brow hikes up. “What are you talking about?”
“While I’m here, use me. Take your frustration out on me,” I say with confidence.
“Like use you as a punching bag?”
“No. I mean, use my dick. My mouth. My hands. My body.” I move assuredly, reaching his side, our faces close. “Use me, Lyric.” Then I lean in and kiss him briefly before letting him go.
