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‘It’s not like you have guys banging your door down, luv.’ Another bitter arrow from his words.
‘You don’t think anyone else would want me?’
‘Not if you keep stuffing your face like a little piggy. What do they say? Something about lips and hips.’ Shame burnt into my cheeks as he spoke. I placed the rabbit back on the shelf and curled my arms about my waist.
‘I’m not big.’
‘Bigger than anyone else I’ve dated. Wait until you see how that dress sat in your folds like a badly stuffed sausage in the pictures from the other night.’
I tried to hold in the tears. They always came far too easily when I was sad, frustrated, or angry.
Tommy found his other shoe under the bed and thrust his foot into it before walking over to me and touching my chin, making me look up at him. ‘I’m only looking out for you, babe. You know how the press is. They’ll rip you to shreds. I could sort you out some lipo or whatever if it’s easier?’
‘I have money,’ I said, my voice tight as I asked myself for the hundredth time why I was still with him?
‘Oh yeah. I forget when you live in a dump like this.’ He gestured around, letting go of my chin.
‘It’s being renovated.’
‘Sure it is. Anyway, I gotta go. Got an interview at midday for The Gilded Knife. The guys are blowing up my phone.’
‘Are you still coming to Cameron’s on Sunday?’
‘Why would I be?’ Tommy screwed up his face at the mention of mingling with my family.
‘Sunday lunch. You promised you’d make this one.’
Tommy looked into my face, his expression changing back to that intense one he had that made me feel like the only girl in the world. When he slipped his hand along my jaw and pulled my mouth to his, I lost all sense. Despite his many faults, when Tommy focused on me properly, it still sent butterflies flying through me.
‘Course I’ll be there. I’d do anything for you.’ My brain registered the complete flip of his attitude, but my heart was putty for his attention. I needed it. I craved it. I wanted a love that was mine to keep. If only he could give me the sweet, caring Tommy all the time.
‘You promise?’
‘Yes,’ he said, his lips hovering over mine before kissing me. There was too much tongue, but I opened my mouth and let him take. I’d let him take and take until he couldn’t be without me. His teeth grazed my cut lip, bringing a fresh taste of blood to his undulating tongue. When he pulled back and spotted it, his eyes widened and his dick hardened against my stomach. It made me squeamish.
I sighed in relief when his phone rang in his pocket and he gave a shrug before roughly thumbing my lip, pulling at the cut to widen it.
‘Ouch,’ I whimpered, moving to thrust his hand away. He caught my wrist and got a crazed look in his eyes as he grinned. The look he gave me wasn’t lust. It was something far more unhinged. Then he blinked, and it was gone.
‘See you Sunday,’ he said, stepping back and dropping my wrist.
As soon as he left, I called Macey to come hang out. Between a stalker and Tommy, I didn’t want to be alone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MAC
My thumb scrolled through the images on my screen. So many pictures of Katie’s asshole boyfriend, some with her in them, but many with her cut off by the framing of the pictures. Tommy’s fans were rabid for him. They saw the bad boy exterior, but missed the abuse and the way he was hurting my girl. They wanted to replace her. I hoped they would. The moment she realised she didn’t have to put up with him, the moment all of this could stop. I’d only meant to watch. That was my deal with myself. And I’d broken it.
I didn’t regret it.
I couldn’t. Having her in my hands was addictive. Hearing her whimpers and little breaths, feeling the way she’d wanted more, made me harder than I’d even been. I wanted nothing more than to pull off my mask and let her see it was me. To fuck her with my name tumbling from her lips. But it wasn’t about me. She didn’t want me.
I just needed her to not want him.
‘Mac, stop fucking with your phone and pay attention.’
Ewen fixed me with an exasperated glare as I met his eyes. ‘I told you I have all the security details for the funeral down. What else do you want?’
