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“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice cold.
“Darling, are you going to let me in? Surely we aren’t to talk out here.” When I raise my eyebrow, she sighs and rolls her eyes. “Always with the dramatics. I’m sorry, Reign. You know how this world is. I would have been by sooner, but—”
“You didn’t want the bad press that I got, only the good. Am I right? That’s the only time we’re friends, like now.”
Her mouth drops at my curt barb. I let her walk all over me before, humbled someone like her was my friend, and I told her everything only for her to use it against me. I’m pretty sure she was the one who sold a story about me as soon as the media started attacking.
It wouldn’t surprise me.
“Reign, I have my image to protect, you know that. You did the same thing. It’s very rude not to let friends into your house so we can reconnect.” She’s good, I’ll give her that. She has thetruly worriedlook down to a T. She should have been an actress. All she needs is a tear and it would be convincing.
“Oh, I’m sorry I gave you the impression I wanted your opinion on who I let in my house, which I bought with the money I earned from singing songs you called trite and childish. I don’t give a flying fuck what you think about me.”
“You’re being loud,” she hisses embarrassingly, looking around as if people might overhear us.
I glance around dramatically and cup my mouth. “How about now?” I yell before dropping my hands. “It’s my fucking house. I can be as loud as I fucking want.”
“I see I won’t be getting anything out of you today but anger.” She slides her shades back up her face. “Call me when you are ready to apologize. It’s a very lonely life without friends, Reign, you know that.”
Nice, a threat, and then a perfume cloud of flipped hair as she strolls back to the gate. She gets in her car, pulling out her phone before driving away. I’m positive she’s telling everyone about me being crazy, brash, and rude.
Let her.
Slamming the door, I turn to see all four of them there, and all my anger comes back.
“Do not let anyone else into my house ever again,” I tell them. “Is that clear? I informed you of my wants. Make sure someone is at the gate at all times.” I storm off, knowing I’m being a bitch, but I’m still irritated about her visit and need to take it out on someone and unfortunately, they are the closest.
I might regret it later, but what good do regrets do?
None, in my experience, so fuck it.
Do what you want and make no apology.
You want respect? Earn it. You want money? Work hard and make it. This world is made for the strong and it crushes the weak. I know that all too well. So fuck apologies, this is who I am. If you don’t like it, then get the fuck out of my life.
* * *
I spend hours in the studio, but I’m in a foul mood. I can’t even look at the guys. I’m annoyed about my reaction to them and how easily I gave in and fucked them despite my protests, and then add seeing Serena on top of that. Jack eventually tells me to go get this mood out of my system.
It’s not a bad idea.
I’ll get this anger and the guys out of my system all at once.
It will be a palate cleanser, just like with Tucker, only they will have to come with me. I’m not theirs in any shape or form. I’m Reign, and I do whatever I want. Just because they touched me and made me come doesn’t mean anything.
Nothing.
“Where to?” Raff asks carefully, sensing my mood as I stomp toward the car, leaving them no choice but to follow. They scramble to open the door, but I ignore them as I climb in.
Better to end this now.
Pulling out my phone, I shoot off a text and wait for the response before answering. “Downtown, Mycroft Hotel.”
His eyes narrow and search mine, but I give him nothing, and eventually, they begin to drive. I don’t tell them whom I’m meeting there. I don’t tell them I plan to go screw the brains out of the bass player who’s good with his fingers—good but not as good as them—all to forget the way I felt when they touched me.
The true reason I’m angry.
They don’t seem bothered by what we did, yet I feel different. I can’t even breathe around them without being filled with desire, and they are calm and collected. There are knowing looks, but they haven’t tried to touch me once.
