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She nods her head slowly. “I understand,” she whispers. “It’s a shame. You could have been famous.”
“Then I would’ve never met you.”
“Oh, I’m sure I would’ve been your number one fan,” she giggles.
“Would you have flashed me while I was up on stage?” I say into her ear. My dick twitches, and I tell myself to shut it down. Just thinking about her glorious tits while she dances to my singing has me scooting my ass back a little bit so she can’t feel how hard I’m getting.
I don’t know why I thought having her in my bed, so close to me, would end up any other way. Any self-control flew out the window the second she asked me to take the handcuffs off her at Travis’s.
“For you, definitely,” she says, laughing again. I thank God she doesn’t wiggle her ass back. “You seem to get me to do things I normally don’t do.”
The irony of that sentence isn’t lost on me. She has flipped my world upside down and sideways, leaving permanent marks in its place. I’ve never given someone this much power over me. Given. I chuckle to myself. More like taken. I would do anything she asks of me. Except leave.
I thought I would never sing again. I hadn’t sung in over twelve years before I met Addison. Now I can’t seem to stop. I’ve always thought the words that come out of music impact us more than just saying them. I was always able to express my feelings through music. That was before though, when I had feelings. When my mom died, everything went numb. I didn’t want to feel the words, definitely didn’t want to express them.
I wanted revenge.
But the first sight of Addison’s gorgeous body and her hypnotic, Caribbean-blue eyes … fuck, I was goner. I can tell from her breathing that she has fallen asleep. I kiss her on the head and whisper, “I love you.” She softly moans and scoots closer to me. Wrapping my arms around her, I drift off to sleep dreaming of concerts and her perfect tits.
I’ve been given a few days off. More like mandatory days off because I didn’t ask for them. Staying at Aiden’s apartment probably isn’t the best idea, but I don’t want to be alone at night just yet. Having his arms wrapped around me the last couple nights has made me feel more at peace than I’ve been in a long time. Just this morning I’ve received at least five texts from him checking to make sure I’m okay.
I’m fine.
More than fine.
Too fine.
What’s there to not be fine about? Lexi’s safe. I’m safe. Oh, well, maybe it’s the fact that I killed someone a few nights ago. Someone I thought I knew. Someone who was going to rape me.
I shouldn’t be fine. That’s why I have an appointment with Dr. Price today, at the suggestion of the department, Aiden, Sydney, and every freaking one else.
Okay, people, I’m going!
I’m always going. I already have a standing monthly appointment with her. I think I paid for that new Jaguar she bought a couple months ago. When I tease her about it, she laughs awkwardly. See, even she knows I come a lot, she just won’t admit it.
Therapy days seem never ending. I’m tired, starving, and ready to relax. When my cab drops me off, I notice Aiden’s beamer at the curb in front of his apartment. Hmm, that’s weird. I wonder where he went today that he needed his car. Walking into the apartment, the smell of Chinese food greets me.
I can feel Aiden’s eyes on me before I know where he is. I turn around after putting my stuff down on the entry table and find him in the kitchen. He’s leaning against the counter drinking a beer, his emerald green eyes pinned on me. My whole body tingles as I drink in his gorgeous body.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“Hi,” he replies, flashing a sexy, half grin. “Want some wine?”
“Some? I’ll take the whole bottle, please.” I sigh as I walk over to him.
Instead of grabbing my wine, he sets down his beer and pulls me into his hard body. I settle between his legs as his arms bind my upper body to his chest. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I melt into him. He presses his lips to the top of my head, resting them there. The love I feel through his touch, floods through me. My broken heart and body that I thought would never be whole again … I can feel it mending. Coming back to life with just his touch.
“Want to talk about it?” he murmurs.
I inhale a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “No,” I say somberly. “I’ve done enough talking about it today.”
“Addison …” He pauses for a moment. “I know what it’s like to kill a person. Taking someone’s life changes you. Please talk to me,” he says, pulling back so he can see my face.
When I look up at him, his eyes are pleading. “I will. Just not tonight.” I sigh, looking down. He places a soft kiss on my head again, steps out of our hold, and grabs my wine.
“Hungry?” he asks, nodding in the direction of the food.
“Very.”
