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The concert.Backstageat the concert.
Me gathering my things and telling Corvus that I needed time to process everything. That I wanted space.
So much for that. He was already bringing gifts to my fucking door.
Prick.
My cunt throbbed at the memory of him inside me, and I clenched, feeling a pleasant ache still there from his size.
“You want me to open it?” Becca asked. “Or should we send it back?”
I moaned in response, disliking both options.
“I vote we open it, and since you’re in no shape to be making any life decisions pre-caffeination, my vote counts for you too.”
I pulled the pillow off. “No, wait—”
But she already had the top off the box and was staring excitedly down at whatever was inside. “Oh. My. God.”
I sat up, the last remnants of sleep rolling off my shoulders like a bad vibe. “What is it?”
She tiptoed over to my bed like a crazy person and dropped the box in front of me. Black tissue paper spilled out, revealing something in a stunning magenta color. I used my pinkie to lift the dainty slip of lace fabric and my mouth fell open.
It was a thong. A lace thong.
“Look!” Becca trilled, clapping her hands before snatching something else from the box. “It’s the matching set! Look at this thing!”
She held it up to her own boobs through her shirt as though checking to see if she might be able to borrow it.
I grabbed it from her and threw it and the thong panties back into the box, covering them back over with the tissue paper, my heart racing.
Becca calmed almost immediately, settling onto the bed with crossed legs. “I know we didn’t talk about it last night, but I’m, like, hella curious what the fuck happened and—”
She caught my look and stopped babbling.
“Okay, so Iknowwhat happened. I just…I thought you didn’t like him. I actually thought you hated him. Is it just because he turned out to be you know who? Because Idid notfucking see that one coming. Corvus James: cold hearted prick, gang member, part-time psychopath, androck star?You just can’t make that shit up. Guess all the fan theories are wrong then.”
She was wrong. So wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to correct her. I hadn’t fucked Corvus because he was The Bone Man. I fucked Corvus because when I laid eyes on him in that dressing room...I saw him for who he really was. Not for the mask he wore.
I saw his soul. Bared. Naked.
And I wanted to claim it.
Becca laid her hand on mine, and I blinked back to myself, realizing I’d gone quiet. “Hey,” she said. “You totally don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I may kinda sorta be trying to live vicariously through you. I mean, since…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, and again I was reminded that somewhere out there was an asshole who’d drawn her in and then ghosted her. If he didn’t come back and apologize, I made no promises against finding his ass and forcing the apology out of him.
“It’s fine,” I told her with a forced smile. “I just don’t really know how I feel about it yet. I do hate him. Or, Ididhate him. I don’t know. I’m just—”
“Confused?”
“Doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
She laughed. “Well, with a dick that big, I’d take my time considering my options.”
I cocked my head at her, cheeks tinging red as something uncoiled in my belly.
He’s not yours to get jealous over, Ava Jade. Cool it.
