Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Now here pussy boy was back in our neck of the woods, striding his way down the stage with his guitar in his hands. Looking every bit the part of a famous rock star. From his long blond hair to his grungy, grimy appearance, and bloodshot hazel eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was high as fuck.
Harley’s chest was rising and falling with every step that brought him closer to us. He still hadn’t noticed we were sitting there, ready for I don’t know what.
Nine steps.
Five.
Three.
One.
“Good evenin’, everyone,” Cash greeted over the speakers, blinded by the heavy lights all around him. “Congratulations on the big win, Panthers! I’m here to perform my latest song, titled, “My Very Best Friend.”
Motherfucker.
He had to know we were in attendance.
My temper was looming as the familiar bluesy beat mixed in with a heavy metal tone started echoing off the walls. Combined together with a unique sound I’d never heard before. The crowd began going wild as he started strumming his goddamn guitar.
Harley watched him with wide eyes. Her pouty lips parted, hearing her song. The same one he created, sang, performed just for her.
Where they’d get lost in their own little world, always making me feel like a nobody. ’Cuz she had Cash ‘fuckin’’ McGraw.
I was always an outsider looking in.
“Baby girl, let’s go.”
She didn’t move a muscle, frozen in place like his voice had put a spell on her. I didn’t even think she heard me talking to her, holding her closer. I swear I could feel her heart hammering through her chest. Her skin clamming up from the anticipation building deep within her.
Moments away from locking eyes with the guy who used to be such a huge part of her life. She loved him, as a best friend, a brother...
It took me years to figure that out.
He sang, “There was a girl...”
Da na na na na na.
“And her name was...”
Da na na na na na.
She winced not hearing her name where it usually was. The sudden hurt expression on her face ate me up inside, tearing me apart second by second as the song continued. Feeling so helpless all at the hands of the piece of shit on stage. I wasn’t used to feeling this out of control. There was nothing I could do for her.
Except, pull her closer, hoping like hell she’d let me.
She did.
It was as if pussy boy felt her...
Felt us.
His eyes locked with me and then her, singing, “She was the coolest girl.”
Da na na na na na.
If he experienced anything with seeing me, her, us, he didn’t show it, going on with his performance like the award-winning artist he was.
“In all of the town.”
Da na na na na na.
In an instance, his stare shifted toward Harley’s engagement ring and band. Shining bright and glaring against the lights. I spared no expense at how much I spent for her five-carat princess cut solitaire diamond on her finger. Spending a good part of my trust fund from my mother’s life insurance on it.
She deserved the best, and I made sure I always gave it to her.
The exact lyrics to her song, played on, “With her bright blue eyes.”
Da na na na na na.
“And snarky fuckin’ mouth.”
Da na na na na na.
“She was my girl.”
Da na na na na na.
“No matter what.”
Da na na na na na.
When her cell phone vibrated on the table, it unexpectedly cut the trance he had over her.
“Your mom is callin’. I’m going to take this outside.”
“Great, I’ll come with—”
“She’d always be...” Cash hummed.
Da na na na na na.
“My very best friend.”
Da na na na na na.
Her gaze connected with his as if being pulled by a string.
Singing the last lyrics slow and edgy, he finished it off with, “Now, forever, then.”
Da na na na na na.
My furious fuckin’ expression barred with his, feeling those words in my soul.
“I’ll be right back.” Harley was up and gone before I had a chance to stand and go with her.
With a heavy heart, I watched her leave out the banquet doors. Knowing he was doing the exact same.
Quickly, he announced, “Thank you, everyone.” Turning his back to the crowd, he made his way off the stage to the left.
I blinked, and I was stalking into his space. Ready to go to battle. For her.
My girl.
As soon as he saw me coming for him, he lifted a finger up in the air, signaling his bodyguards to stay where they were.
“Listen, man, it was a contract thing. I couldn’t back out after I realized your team was in the Super Bowl—”
“So you knew we’d be here? You been following my career?”
“It’s kinda hard not to. We’re both in the limelight. Your face and name are known everywhere.”
“Cash! Cash! Over here!” fans shouted from behind us as his bodyguards worked crowd control. Cameras flashing from all directions, trying to get the perfect shot of the motherfucker in front of me.