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Oh God, I was pretty sure my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. Or maybe it would stop all together and end this torture.
Zack finally got his voice, “Nope. Sorry. Never mix business with pleasure.” He turned to me and winked. “I do prefer the redheads though.”
I could feel the blush begin to color my cheeks and shook my head. “Never mix business with pleasure. It’s the cardinal rule.”
The host looked doubtful and a little disappointed but dropped the subject and carried on with the rest of the interview. I wished they’d let me leave the stage, but I wouldn’t be so lucky. I had to endure with the rest of the group.
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Violet
Once the interview wrapped up, I couldn’t get off the stage fast enough. I hated being in the limelight, especially when my misconduct was being brought up. I’d barely gotten off the stage when my phone started ringing. As I answered the phone I thanked God that it hadn’t gone off while sitting there praying for the interview to get over.
It was Carter. Shit-fuck. Saying hello, I tried to keep my voice light, despite the nervousness I was feeling inside.
“What is going on? I’m watching the show right now.”
“What do you mean?” If I played dumb, then maybe he wouldn’t be suspicious.
“I mean the scandal that comes with Zack fucking some random woman in a hot tub in public. Who is that? You were supposed to keep me updated on things like this.”
I let out a sigh of relief that I hoped he couldn’t hear on the other end of the phone. “There’s nothing to update. My guess is its some random groupie. It’s nothing abnormal really. Zack has been publicly having sex with women for years all it does is increase his swagger credentials with the press.”
“You need to make sure you know what they’re doing at all times, Violet. Your job is to ensure the women they’re putting their dicks into aren’t people who will go to the tabloids—or worse—with some dirt.” I could tell from his tone he was less than happy with me right now. Shit, shit, shit. I knew these guys were going to be the end of me. Of course it didn’t help two of them had had their dicks inside of me the previous night. Perhaps I didn’t deserve to manage them; what kind of manager does that? Certainly not one that values their career.
Oh, she won’t be running to the tabloids, that I can guarantee, I said inwardly, not verbalizing my thoughts.
“I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll do my best from here on in.”
“You should have been doing your best all along, Violet!”
Oh damn, me and my poor choices with words. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
The guys exited the stage and none of them looked at me. Dylan was the last one to exit. “We’re going to the limo and getting out of here,” he whispered as he walked past.
I nodded. Putting the phone on mute, I said, “I’ll only be a minute.”
He nodded and continued past me.
Unmuting the phone, I continued, “That’s what I mean. I slipped up. It won’t happen again. I promise you, Carter.”
“Good. I would hope not. You have a bright future in this industry, don’t fuck it up.” His tone had softened, the original anger apparently now just simmering.
“I won’t. That’s the last thing I want to do,” I assured him.
Saying our goodbyes, I hung up and sighed. How in the hell I was going to handle this situation with Zack and Dylan was beyond me? Perhaps we could just rewind the clock, figuratively speaking, and pretend it never happened? Yes, that’s what we’d have to do. My career was way too important to give up for some sex. Albeit mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasmic sex.
