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I shouldn’t have gotten butterflies in my stomach over him. I had a boyfriend, dammit.
Maybe if I told myself that repeatedly, I’d stay strong and remain faithful to the boy I loved.
“It’s a free pass. All couples have them.”Layla’s words popped into my head.
The stranger grabbed my hand and walked by my side as we slipped through the throng of people and approached one of the musicians. I released a shaky breath, relieved it wasn’t the singer. We stopped a foot away from him, but I couldn’t tell who he was since they all wore the same masks. We patiently waited as he finished taking a picture with a tall man who had painted his face like a skeleton. After he walked away, the band member turned to us. His gaze landed on the girl beside me, then moved to me. And stayed there.
“Hello, ladies,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.
I raised a hand in a gesture of a nervous hi and looked at the redhead beside me.
“Can I take a picture with you?” she whispered to him.
I didn’t think he heard her, but he turned his face toward her. “Of course.”
She swiveled around, a plea in her eyes as she held her phone toward me. “Can you take a picture? I’ll return the favor.”
I nodded, grabbed the phone, and raised it. She stepped to his side, and he wrapped an arm around her waist while she did the same to him. The top of her head barely reached his shoulder. They posed, and I clicked a couple of pictures with shaking hands.
It might have been my paranoia, but it seemed like he was staring at me instead of the camera. My face tingled and my skin tightened.
“Thank you,” she beamed after I snapped the last one and returned her phone.
We traded places, and I handed my phone to her and positioned myself next to him. Just like her, my head reached his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around my waist, dragging me closer to his side. My eyelashes fluttered and my breath hitched as his sweat-and-bergamot scent filled my lungs. I smiled as best I could while the girl took multiple pictures.
“Did you enjoy the show?” he murmured, low enough for only me to hear.
I nodded and swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good. How long have you listened to our stuff?” He rubbed gentle circles on my lower back, and my nipples hardened into tight peaks. I squeezed my thighs together. I had a boyfriend, and I shouldn’t have been so turned on by another man.
“For about . . .” I had to stop and count how many years it’d been. “Four years.”
He chuckled. “That’s about how long we’ve been a band. OG, are ya?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Okay, here you go.” The shy woman handed over my phone, and I accepted it, sliding it into my jacket pocket.
“See you around,” he drawled and walked away.
Releasing a shaky breath, I found an empty seat and sat down as I searched the room for Layla. I spotted her in the corner, locking lips with a guy with black paint on his face. It wasn’t the lead singer because he was watching everyone from his spot on the couch.
Then the lead singer’s head stopped turning, and I could no longer convince myself I was imagining it. He was staring right at me.
6
LUCIEN
Isat on the plush leather couch while everyone mingled. Some of them drank, and others danced to the song “Sail” by AWOLNATION that played over the speakers.
Our little world back here wasn’t too shabby, even though the old building appeared like it could collapse at any second. The room must have undergone renovations. It looked like it came from an upper-class club.
My arm draped over the end of the couch, a crystal glass half-filled with an Old Fashioned in my hand. My eyes scanned the room without much interest until they landed on her. How unfortunate.
I’d noticed her in the crowd during our performance. The young woman couldn’t have been over five foot four, but the way she danced and sang along to our music drew my attention. With curves that were out of this world, wavy blonde hair, and eyes that seemed to hold the universe within them, I knew she was perfect for what I wanted to do. The things I would have done ifhehadn’t spoken to me, like mess up her makeup and watch her mascara stain her cheeks with tears as I choked her with my cock. While I watched her from the stage, my cock got so hard that I worried I would have to step away so I could relieve myself.
Buthewanted her.Hechose her ashis.
