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)
Liar.
Then suddenly it was hard to breathe. The elevator door opened and when I walked into the suite, all hell broke loose.
“You fucked her?” Noe sat on the sofa, his head in his hands. He uttered a deathly quiet, “Tell me you didn’t fuck Emmy, Clash.”
Lee stood by the fridge, his arms folded across his chest. “What did you do, man?”
Without a word spoken, I closed the door behind me and sighed, “Don’t make this more than it is.”
That was when Hell came out of his bedroom, flossing his teeth. “Make more of what?” He spoke around the waxy piece of string. “Like, I don’t know, you screwing one of our best friends like some fucking ho you met backstage and making a song about it? Or are you talking about you dropping a goddamn track without talking to us first?” He balled up the floss in his hands then ran his tongue over his teeth. “Which one?”
Okay. Maybe I hadn’t thought this through.
I put my hands up, trying to placate them. “Let’s talk about this.”
Noe seethed. “Now you wanna talk?” His eyes lowered dangerously. “Now?”
A knock at the door followed by a gaggle of women speaking loudly made me sigh.
I didn’t want to deal with this right now. Lee pushed off the fridge and opened the door. The Vixens strode in and they looked mad as hell.
Cherry lunged for me, speaking through gritted teeth. “You fucking prick.” Hell swooped in and held her back. She struggled in his hold. “She’s just a girl! What did she do to you?” Huffing, Cherry croaked, “What did she ever do to you, Connor?”
She made me fall in love with her.
Beth, ever the peacemaker of the Vixens, placed a hand on Cherry’s shoulder. “Maybe we should let him explain.”
Ettie glared at me. “Sure.” Her grin was malicious. “Go ahead, Connor. Explain.”
Pearl looked at the other guys, worried. “Emmy just heard the song.”
Noah shot up, his eyes anxious. “Where is she?”
Cherry shrugged out of Hell’s hold. “In her room.” She looked me up and down before heading to the fridge and taking out an energy drink. “Crying.”
I swallowed hard. Oh, I did not like that.
But this was for the best.
That night, I was this close to telling her I loved her.
Didn’t anybody understand?
I was Connor Clash.
I had a reputation to uphold.
Emmy did not fit with me. She was ruining everything.
Wrong.
You ruined everything.
Whatever. She didn’t belong here. Not with me. Not with us. So I did what I needed to see her gone.
When the door swung open, everybody turned to face it. Emmy stood there, hugging herself. She looked so small and when she shuffled into the room, eyes bloodshot, tearing up, and she asked me one question.
“Why?”
Her injured tone, her woeful appearance, it was torture.
The whispered word was enough to set me off.
“What?” I chuckled. “Don’t tell me you thought you were special.”
It was harsh. Harsh was good. It was also a lie but she need never know that.
She was special.
Fuck, she was everything.
Her face crumpled and she lifted both hands to cover her face as her shoulders shook.
My anger spiked. “Emmy, we fucked. That’s all.”
She lowered her hands, I watched her tears trail her cheeks and fall to the floor. She shook her head. “No, it wasn’t, and you know it, Connor.”
I can’t believe she was calling me out. She was definitely stronger than I thought.
I scoffed nastily. “So we had a couple of stolen moments.” I shrugged blasé-like. “Don’t make it out to be more than it was, baby.”
She balled her fists but her voice was weak. “It was more than that.”
This was killing me. I felt ill. I needed to end this now.
“What do you want me to say, Emmy? That I liked feeling how desperate you were for attention?” My voice rose. “That I like knowing I’m the only one whose had that pussy?” And then I was yelling so loud the veins in my neck bulged. “You were nothing but a distraction!”
“No,” she cried, her body quaking. She stomped her foot and yelled, “Stop it!”
My heart squeezed when I put the nail in the coffin. “What did you think, that I loved you or something?” I sniffed heartlessly. “Baby, please. You were hardly writing inspiration.”
The room was silent and I’d done what I needed to.
Yeah.
But at what cost?
It didn’t matter.
Ignoring how badly I hurt on the inside, I stepped back, away from her. I disregarded every instinct that told me to go over, take Emmy into my arms, and beg for forgiveness. What was done was done. It was over.
What was she going to do now?
Where would she go?
The moment I got into my room, I shut the door behind me and punched the wall as hard as I could but I felt nothing.
Running a hand down my pale face, a better question assaulted my mind.