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Why? You know? Why did he have to be such a selfish asshole?
Last night hadn’t really been that different than any of the other times he’d dicked out in public. It was her who was different. She was tired. Tired of forgiving him and him not actually being sorry. Tired of letting the public’s perception tell her who she should be with.
Especially when they had no idea who Logan really was.
She did though. She’d known him since they were both teenagers. Their relationship had been a fortuitous meeting for the Powers That Be. Arranged, produced, executed to perfection.
But she’d really fallen for him.
Of course, she’d been a child. So falling in love at the drop of a hat was kind of what she did.
She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped loving him. Sometime after the second time he cheated on her and before the third. After that her heart had disconnected from him, followed shortly by her mind. And then one day she just saw him as another part of the performance. Nothing to take personally.
Until last night.
When he’d said her win was partially his because he’d basically helped her write it. Which, no, he didn’t.
She’d just… lost it.
It made her soangrythat he would try to take credit for something he had no part in. The love songs weren’this. Was he crazy? Those were moments she had cried and labored over. Alone. He hadn’t been there.
She’d been aboutthisclose to showing the world how much of his hair was actually a weave. And then Asa had waded in.
Without regard for his own reputation and what might come next. Though finding him mid-nervous breakdown in the hotel roomhadbeen kind of funny.
He was very odd, wasn’t he?
Rock star yet slightly neurotic.
Caring and kind, yet standoffish.
Musically gifted, but he didn’t use it anymore.
And he didn’t talk like other people. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but she could hear it still. The cadence of his voice, the choice in his words.
She searched her music app for Winking Pete.
One album. Ten songs.
She hit play and made sure her phone was connected to the speakers in her room.
Oh.
Ohh.
A deep base line joined shortly by a heavy drum had her heart climbing into her throat.
Okay, crunchy guitar, I hear you.
Was that Nikki?
She followed along with the lyrics on her phone and scrolled to the bottom.
Written by Asa Young.
He said he’d written the music. For some reason she’d assumed he meant he’d written itwithothers. Like Nikki. She already knew from experience how talented a songwriter Nikki was. Album of the Year, hello?
But this didn’t sound like Nikki’s writing.
