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We met at the recording studio. She was a newbie too. All starry eyed and motivated. Not beautiful in the traditional sense. I was never drawn to women who looked like they stepped off a magazine cover. Debs was trouble with a big T and it showed from her purple hair to the tattoos that covered her body. In fact, she wasn’t really my type either, but I loved her energy and the way she attacked life without reservations. It was probably the thing that got her into trouble. She rode life hard.
We were polar opposites, which was why it hadn’t really worked out for us. If I’m honest with myself, I was a whole lot more attached to her than she was to me. She got me. She understood the business. Over the last six months, in my sober state I’d questioned our relationship over and over in my mind. I thought I was more than a willing cock when we got together.
Having grown up on the street with no one and nothing, I needed to belong to someone. In my mind I belonged to Deb. Sadly, the truth was Deb belonged to everyone. She was a free spirit and belonged to no one.
“Just a trim?” I came to the same guy each month. He knew who I was and didn’t care.
“Yep, that’s all I need.”
“Keep it simple, son.”
The way he always called me son made me smile. Hell, for all I knew he could be my father. When people asked about my parents, I told them I was hatched from an egg. Abandoned at eight by a drug addict mom, I lived in the system until I was eighteen, and then on the streets until Felix Harper happened upon me. I was twenty-two. That was six years ago.
“Simple is the best.”
Twenty minutes later, I was back in my car and heading for home. As I pulled up to the gate, I saw her. She sat on the ground with her chin on her knees. Her long hair floated over her shoulders. When she glanced up, my heart stalled. Fucking gorgeous. It wasn’t unusual for a fan to camp out at my gate, but it was unusual for me to notice anything about them. Maybe sobriety wasn’t the best idea. At least drunk, I walked through life unaware of my surroundings. This woman couldn’t be ignored. Long hair, eyes that pierced my soul, and when she stood, I noticed she had curves for fucking days. Big tits, narrow waist, and an ass I wanted to bite.
I rolled down the window and said something unexpected. “If you’re looking for a good time, I might be in the mood.”
Eyes like brilliant gemstones opened wide. Her full lips dropped open and then closed. With a head tilt to the left she said, “Is that right?”
“Sure, baby.” I clicked the gate open. “Come on in, and we’ll get better acquainted.”
“Perfect,” she said. “Let me get my car.”
I watched her flawless ass disappear in my rear view mirror. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all. A quick lay and an early night sounded like exactly what I needed before the stress of a month on the road.
When a white car pulled behind me, I drove inside and closed the gate behind us. I pulled into the garage while she parked on the circular drive in front of the door. She climbed out of the sedan and leaned against the hood. Yep, this woman was exactly my type. She’d be in my bed in minutes and out of my life forever. Perfect.
“Since you know who I am, I think it’s only fair you tell me your name.”
Her smile made my dick twitch. “Since we’re going to get really close very soon, I think it’s fair.”
I put my arm around her shoulder and walked her up the stairs to my front door. “Now we’re talking.”
She turned toward me and looked up with those brilliant green eyes of hers. “My name is Gia Simone, and I’ll be with you every minute of the next month.”
“Fuck me,” I said when it became apparent that I’d just propositioned my warden.
“Not a chance, mister.”
Chapter Three
Gia
The heat of a blush rose to my face. Abel Kincaid just propositioned me. I inhaled deeply to make sure he wasn’t doused in liquor. I looked into his eyes to make sure he wasn’t high. All I got was a whiff of pure male mixed with aftershave. Reflecting back at me were beautiful hazel eyes that were more green than blue.
“Felix said you were on your way, but I didn’t expect a home visit.”
“Felix?” I stepped back and put some distance between us. Not only did Abel smell good, but he was sex dipped in chocolate and covered with a bad attitude. “Man with a high pitched nasally voice that talks on fast forward—last name Hopper?”
He keyed in a code and the door popped open. “That would be the one.”
I nodded. “He called in a 9-1-1 to me and gave me your address.” I followed Abel inside what could only be described as a mansion. The entryway was bigger than my apartment. In the center of the room sat a large table covered with mail. He tossed his keys on top of everything and walked through double wide doors into a living room that looked over Malibu Canyon. In the distance was an ocean backdrop.
“As you can see, I’m fine.” He kicked off his shoes and walked into the adjoining kitchen. “Since you’re here, can I get you a drink?”
I lifted my brow. “Water is fine.” One of the problems I was supposed to keep an eye on was alcohol consumption. After a more thorough stalking on the internet, I found the information about the loss of his friend Debra Tyler and his fall into an alcohol haze.
