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“So, why don’t you drink? I asked as the doors opened.
“I’ve been sober for about six months,” he said, glancing at me.
I lifted my eyebrow. “What a coincidence, so have I.”
He let out a laugh, and I loved the way it lit up his face. A new sensation curled in my stomach, something other than friendliness … This was desire.
Biting my lip, I stepped past him, deliberately brushing him once more because I liked the thrill of the electricity that went through me when I did.
THREE
CASH
Ididn’t expect the meeting between Roman and Skye to go well. But I didn’t think it would go this bad.
“Listen, you little groupie who—”
“Hey! Whoa,” I stepped in between them, pushing Roman away from her. “Watch what you’re fucking saying.”
“You’re not seriously defending this trash, are you?” He flung a hand to the side, not realizing Skye had moved around me to see him again. His hand slapped her straight across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground.
“What the fuck, Roman!” I turned to Skye, offering her a hand.
There were tears in her eyes as she took it and rose to her feet. The pain in her expression wracked me with guilt, and my stomach turned angrily.
Skye steeled herself, finding her strength once more. “You can tell yourself this baby isn’t yours all you want, Roman. You can say whatever you want to me, but unlike you, I wasn’t fucked up when I showed up at the party. I know exactly whose lap I sat in. I know exactly who got me coked up against my will and proceeded to have sex with me while I was off my face.That. Was. You.So, you can deny it ‘till the cows come home, but the minute I get my hands on your DNA, and I prove this baby is yours … You’re going to be so fucked when I take you to court for everything you have because you’ll regret ever saying shit to me.”
My girl had a dirty mouth, and my God, if it didn’t turn me on. Except … when had she become my girl? When did I start thinking of her like that?
It was true, though. We stood in front of Roman, facing the beast threatening her, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her and protect her from the casualty she would become under Roman’s touch.
“Yeah, well, DNA will come back saying you’re the fucking liar you are.”
“If you’re so fucking sure, give it to me!” she snapped, stomping her foot.
Roman barked a laugh. “Because I know how desperate you little groupie sluts can—”
That was about all I could take. I turned, swinging my fist so hard the crack echoed through the room. I had broken Roman’s nose.
He flew backward into the couch, blood spilling out between his fingers as he held his nose and glared at me. “What the fuck do you think you do you’re doing? We’re bandmates, and you’re protecting this hoe?” He pointed at Skye in disgust.
“You can call her every name in the book, but I don’t doubt you have a horde of bastards out there. Based on how you screw around, thinking you’re above everything—including protection. The truth is, Roman, the hate you’re spewing for her is really for yourself because you know what a piece of shit you are.”
“Get out and take that cum hole with you!” Roman leaned over to the coffee table and grabbed a bunch of tissues from it, slamming them into his nose. “Don’t make me call security.”
“Yeah, we’re going.”
Turning to Skye, I found her watching me with a curious expression. I cupped her cheek, brushing my thumb along the high plane. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, leaning into my touch. It was a simple gesture, but something inside of me exploded. If Roman said one more word to her, I’d kill him on the spot to keep her away from him.
I grabbed her hand and walked her through the hotel suite. It wasn’t until we reached the elevators and I pushed the up button to head back to my room that I noticed the tears glimmering in her eyes. Maybe I should’ve made her say she was okay instead of believing her half-assed nod.
As I tried to figure out what to say next, the doors opened again, and she stepped out with a soft groan.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
I ran my eyes over her, checking for an injury before I gave her a curt nod. I reached my door in record time, swiping the card, but she pushed the door open, rushing into the bathroom.
