Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
No. There was nothing to be worried about.
When he told me he was tired, I believed him, and this morning, after I got the suite sorted for the guys, I headed downstairs to eat breakfast with The Vixens. When I got to the restaurant, however, they all turned to me looking absolutely shattered.
I slowed my steps and my smile fell. “What’s wrong?”
They all looked around at each other. Cherry spoke first, “Have you seen Connor this morning?” I shook my head and she spoke softly. “He dropped a song last night.”
My brow lowered. “He did?”
That’s weird. He didn’t mention it.
Ettie nodded cautiously. “A solo track.”
“Emmy.” Beth took a small step toward me. “I think you need to hear it.”
Pearl looked genuinely concerned. “You need to hear it. Like, now.”
My phone was already in my hands. I don’t know why my hands shook but they did. Opening an Internet search, I typed in Connor Clash and hit search. Once I saw the name of the song, my heart clenched.
Connor Clash releases NSFW song. Click the link to listen to “Virgin Tears.”
My stomach dropped out.
“Virgin Tears.”
Oh no.
I clicked on audio file and it started to play. The moment he started to rap, I listened to the lyrics and prayed to God that this wasn’t what I thought it might be.
Alas, it was.
Virgin tears meet rock star fears,
Moan for me, Emmy, ain’t nobody here.
Snatch so tight it make Jesus weep,
Taste of that pussy keeps Clash from sleep.
I’m ghetto manic, a rock mechanic,
My baby hectic,
Legs locked around my neck, bitch.
Wonder why it’s you I devour?
Can’t help it when your sweet looks sour.
Ya pussy gave me power, a hundred miles an hour,
Gave me ya taint, mine to deflower.
A massacre, spectacular,
Held me like a snap fastener,
Push in, slide out,
Cock feeling like Excalibur.
Think you’re special? You ain’t my wife.
Me and you for life? Headed for strife.
Rather fucking take my cock to a knife.
I need you, Connor,
Ain’t that what you said?
Fuck you, girl,
You make me wish I was dead.
‘Cause hoes, they come, they go,
And, baby, you’re just another Jane Doe,
Didn’t nobody tell you, yo?
Better the devil you know.
The song ended and I was numb to the core. After flatlining for three solid minutes, my heart thumped so hard in my chest that I thought it might just be trying to self-destruct.
And I wouldn’t blame it.
Connor had betrayed me.
“Oh my God,” I breathed out and blinked through the blur of tears. I stood and spoke louder, “Oh no.”
He said I was his best friend and he did this.
Cherry stepped closer, holding onto me. “Emmy, did you sleep with Connor?”
It took a while for the question to register and when it did, I nodded, unable to feel anything but the aching of the gaping hole in my chest.
Why?
Oh God. Why?
The Vixens exchanged looks of understanding and when Beth spoke, she did it quietly. “Okay, what we’ll do is go up to the suite and talk with the guys. They’ll know what to do.”
No.
Nothing had ever sounded more distressing. “No,” I spoke whisper-soft. “I just need to go.” My eyes burned and I felt wetness at my cheeks. “I’m just going to leave. I’ll quit,” my voice quaked. More tears fell. “But why would he…?” I was so confused. “He said….” My mind was trying to make sense of things. “But I…” It was hard to breathe. “But I love him,” I whispered to nobody in particular.
And then all the pain I felt returned in one agonizing hit. Throat tight, my head ached and my heart completely broken.
Swiping at my face, I turned and rushed out of the restaurant, crying as the magnitude of what this man had done to me came crashing down. I sobbed and sobbed, and when I made it to the elevator, I hit the button a thousand times, locking myself into it by myself.
The moment the doors closed, I stepped back until my back hit the wall and I slid down, crouching and holding my head in my hands.
How could he have done this to me?
He was everything to me.
After quietly crying a while, a better question came to mind.
How could I let this happen?
No answer appeared but one bold statement did circle my mind.
Fuck you, Connor Clash.
***
I Want To Break Free.
Connor
The song had dropped. It was out. All the websites were playing it on repeat because not only was it my debut solo single but I’d unleashed hell by showing people I could rap too.
Virgin Tears was all anyone was talking about.
Awesome. It was exactly what I wanted. Now everyone knew I fucked Emmy.
That’s all it was meant to be anyway, so what did I care?
My stomach twisted.
Sure, she’d be hurt a while but she’d get over it. I mean, it’s not like we were dating or anything.
My gut dipped hard.
It didn’t mean shit to me.