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Onyx’s movements stutter, and soon, he’s groaning his own release. My arms give out and he falls with me to the mattress. We’re both breathing hard. His fingers trace a pattern over my face and down the slope of my neck. I don’t fear him. I feel thankful he has protected me; he has always had me in his heart and in his lyrics. Onyx kisses my lips last. “I love you, Little Star.”
ChapterThirty-Three
Onyx
“Do you have plans to seek reparations for the rumors?”
“Is it true a student died at the high school you attended?” the journalist asks, and I level him with a glare.
“At this time, I am seeking reparations for myself and on behalf of Rosen Records. These baseless rumors have only continued to fuel the unrelenting drama and gossip from the media that is set out to destroy this tour. It is true a student died the year after I was at their high school. However, I had already left at that time. I hope the media can do better research next time.”
The cameras flash and many more journalists shout over each other to be heard. I refuse to answer more questions and turn it over to Mia. I didn’t let Jade answer a single question. I took the full media onslaught of the story.
Terrance worked hard, and with the help of Lori, they were able to discover who the source was. My grandfather. All it took was one call to my father and it was ended. The tour suffered minimally, and in the end, I still got what I wanted most, Jade.
Our eyes meet and I can see the strength shining back in her eyes. She chose me. She knows the truth about everything and how fucked up my family is. She didn’t run. She loves me. We’ve been battling this together all week. We step out of the press room and I reach for her hand. I’m over caring if the press finds out, but she wants a little time for the story to die down. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I answer it.
“Well done, Onyx.” My father’s voice greets me.
“I held up my end of things,” I warn him. “I expect that this time he will as well.”
My father scoffs into the speaker. “Don’t make time for your grandfather. Don’t even think about him. Follow your dream.” He ends our call and I stare at my phone.
“Are you okay?” Jade asks, squeezing my hand with her fingers.
I glance down and see my whole world reflecting back at me. I’ve never been better. “We have a show to get to.”
* * *
My name fills the air.The stands are thunderous under the open sky at the stadium. I feel on top of the world. My little star is a genius and a master. Blacks and jaded green silks and fabrics drape the stage. A tall cage-like structure sits front and center.
My heart dropped when she danced earlier at the beginning of the show. No matter how many times she soars through the air, I’m proud of her. She looks magnificent, but I also want to spank her ass for being so daring. She plays with her life and her life is mine.
During my most famous song, the dancers infiltrate the stage in glowing masks and set off a series of colored smoke. I’m lifted into the air. It’s that perfect moment, the one all entertainers love and crave; the chorus hits and the audience sings back at me. They’re so loud, they carry the song. I angle the mic at them and amplify the noise. My adrenaline hits and my eyes find the one person I want to share the moment with. Jade waits on the side of the stage, her hands clasped together. She did this. She gave me this moment.
My feet land back on the stage as the song completes. The cheers are deafening. I push my hood back on my white sweatshirt and motion at Jade. Her eyes dart around and she looks confused. I can tell the audience is too.
“Star, can you join me out here please?” My voice is raspy in the mic. Her head snaps in my direction. The cameras turn to her next, and soon, her face fills the jumbotron. The crowd whistles and hoots.
Jade takes a hesitant step on the stage before plastering a smile on her face and waving at the crowd as she makes her way over to me. She’s gorgeous, fucking perfect, in a long-sleeved, short black dress. Her legs go on for days and stop at her black combat boots. Sexy, strong, and all mine.
“What are you doing?” She mouths, and I see panic flare in her emerald eyes.
I smirk and lower the microphone to my side. Taking her hand, I pull her into me, chest to chest. The crowd catcalls and Jade’s cheeks turn pink.
“Little Star,” I sing into the mic. The lights drop down on the stage, plunging us in darkness. The crowd raises their hands, and soon, the entire stadium looks like the night sky. Thousands of stars. I grip her jaw in one hand, the other slides along her waist, pulling her body to mine. “Show them.” I angle her head and thrust her face into the light, for the whole crowd to see her and what she does to me. “Show them that you’re mine.”
“Beautiful. Tragic. Your love can be classic,” I sing again and goosebumps rise on her chest. With my hand, I loop her into my arms and lift. Her legs wrap around my waist as I tip her back, her body angled to the floor, before lifting her up again. I set her on her feet and notice the small sway in her legs. “I got you, baby,” I whisper against her forehead before placing a kiss there. Running to the end of the stage the spotlight follows me and she’s plunged into darkness once more.
“Everyone wants it but not everyone can have it.
Monster, I’ll be your monster, devil, repenter.
Just never leave, don’t walk away before the song ends or you’ll never hear the confession in my lyrics when I spin them.
Sometimes I’m crazy,
Sometimes I’m a loose cannon,
