Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Not that I care, she’s playing the diva, the tortured rock princess. With her big, pouty red lips in that same frown as yesterday. My hand almost tingles with a need to either swat that sweet ass, or shove my cock down her throat just to wipe that expression off her beautiful face.
“Malcolm, long time.” Rafe smiles as he holds out his hand, then looks down at her.
“Courtney, I don’t know if you remember me, we met—”
“I remember.” She cuts him off, sliding into the chair across from me as Rafe looks over at Malcolm. This ought to be interesting. Rafe’s never a fan if he’s not in control, and what little I’ve seen from this drama, anything goes.
“Court, play nice.” Malcolm laughs uncomfortably as he pats her shoulder and sits next to her as her eyes take in the restaurant.
“You guys find the place okay? This is, without a doubt, the best Thai restaurant in LA,” I say, my eyes remaining focused on hers because this is a test, to be frank. I’m a laidback guy, until I’m not. And there’s levels to what I’ll put up with. Being disrespectful to waiters, staff, or even band crew is not one of them.
I grew up in Texas, started washing dishes and bussing tables in my uncle’s BBQ joint when I was ten, I know how hard it is. I have zero tolerance for assholes.
You want to throw a tantrum and break a vase in my house, that’s one thing, but being rude or acting superior toward people? All that does is scream insecurity, and I don’t hold back, or hide my feelings at how pathetic, it is.
“Actually, this is also my favorite restaurant.” She leans back and smiles over at the waiter rushing toward us.
“Tim, can I please have my usual?” Her eyes finally connect with mine, and if I thought she was exquisite before, when she smiles, she’s literally radiant.
“This…” Tim claps his hands as his eyes shift between the two of us. “We are so honored to have our Queen in here with the King.” He leans forward to give Courtney a hug as I clear my throat and adjust myself because my cock has decided that suddenly everything about Courtney Falcon seems to be of interest. Starting with why she’s crawling with security? And ending with why she seems to be nice to some, and a miserable, frigid bitch to others…okay, to me?
“You remember my manager Malcolm, and you know…them.” She smiles again, but it’s stiff as she looks at me, then Rafe, and I throw back my head and laugh. How can I not? She’s easy to aggravate, and it’s fun.
“Something amusing?” she spits out, putting her napkin on her lap.
“Actually, yes,” I state. She just glares as I turn to Tim and say, “Bring us the works. You all like spicy, right?” Motioning with my finger around the table in silent question.
Ignoring me, Courtney looks up and says to Tim, “Bring me my usual, please.”
“Will do, Ms. Courtney, and we’re going to take care of everything.” He smiles at us as he walks away. I reach for my beer since trying to ignore all the other tables is pointless since they’re not even trying to hide their phones.
This sucks, I’d prefer not having my name linked with hers. I agreed to meet with them so there is no confusion when I pass on this. I hadn’t factored in my dick betraying me, though.
“Okay, I called this lunch because I think you and Court got off on the wrong foot. She had no idea—”
“I’m sorry, but why is the Secret Service behind me?” I interrupt.
“Oh.” He clears his throat as Courtney holds a hand up and looks me straight in the eyes.
“I have a stalker who was supposed to be in jail for another five years but was released on good behavior.” Her voice is nothing less than snarky as she stares at me.
Yeah, I really don’t like her. That being said, I can’t remember a time when my cock has been this hard. It’s quite the irony.
“Yeah, all this is needed for the time being.” Malcolm looks around, then over at Rafe as if he would actually be on his side.
“Well, I’m gonna speak freely. I don’t think my particular style is what…she needs.”
“No, you are exactly what she needs, and you already signed—”
“Wow.” Courtney holds up her hand, stopping Malcolm. “So, are you saying you think you’re… what? Too good for me, and my music?” she snaps.
“I don’t think he was saying that,” Malcolm tries again, only to have her snap her fingers for him to be quiet, and I can’t help but smile. She’s a full-on cunt and my cock throbs almost painfully under the table as I adjust myself.
“He’s a big boy…elaborate, Ammo,” she demands. “Or do you just make it a habit to fuck everyone, literally?” She leans closer, and I smell her scent. Vanilla…with maybe a touch of cinnamon. I’m fighting myself from leaning over and licking the whole side of her face, for fuck’s sake.