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Not to mention good in bed, generous, and a smart businessman.
I wasn’t sure how anything could possibly make him more attractive.
No, Kingston was the whole package, and I was being ridiculous by holding on to my secrets.
The only way for us to move forward as a couple was for me to tell him everything. Otherwise, it would always be hanging over my head, affecting not just my personal life, but also the band.
And the last thing I wanted to do was something that could impact Onyx Knight.
I was one of them now.
What happened to them would also happen to me, so in order to protect myself, I had to protect them.
I’d already spoken to my lawyer, who’d assured me nothing I’d done was illegal. She’d also said there was nothing in my contract with Onyx Knight that prevented me from doing porn or having done porn, like a morality clause or anything.
The only wild card was how Kingston and the others would react to the news.
That was what scared me most, of course.
“You’re her!” Someone spoke from behind me, startling me, and I turned to see one of the regulars at the shelter giving me a toothless grin.
“Hi, Harvey,” I said, smiling back at the elderly Vietnam veteran.
“You’re the new bass player for Onyx Knight,” he said, eyeing me. “I thought it was you that night at the Whiskey, but I couldn’t get close enough to talk to you.”
“What were you doing on Sunset?” I demanded, since I knew he lived here at the shelter, which was more than twenty miles from Hollywood.
“One of my buddies came and picked me up. We’re big fans.” He nodded. “We was gonna try to get tickets, but I didn’t have the dough.”
“Next time we play locally, you’ll come as my guest,” I promised him. “I didn’t know you were a fan, but now that I do, I’ll keep it in mind.”
“You’re a good girl.” He smiled but then his face turned serious. “You gotta be careful, though.”
“Careful of what?” I asked.
He flushed, the tanned skin of his cheeks turning pink. “A bunch of people here at the shelter—we know.”
A weird feeling hit me.
“What do you know?” I asked, frowning.
“About the… you know.” He grimaced. “Them movies you did.”
Fuck-fuck-fuck.
I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest as my stomach threatened to revolt.
“Harvey, what are you talking about?” I hissed.
“Old Petey goes to his nephew’s house sometimes and they watch a lot of… them kinda movies. He recognized you, came back here and told a group of us, but no one believed him at first.”
“At first?” I felt sick to my stomach.
“Petey said he was gonna sell them to the tabloids or somethin’. They’ll give him money for that kind of info. He said he was gonna have a real good Christmas when he gets that money.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“I didn’t know how to find you,” he said, looking sheepish. “I wanted to warn you.”
