Silent Chaos (Love and Lyrics #2) Read Online Nikki Ash

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Love and Lyrics Series by Nikki Ash
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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Jesus, first Camden hires her ass, then Declan tries to talk me into forgiving her, and now Gage is taking her as his date. So much for my friends having my back.

“With friends like you guys, who needs enemies?” I grumble, sounding bitter as fuck.

“Layla and Kendall are going,” Declan points out as if the fact that her friends will be there is enough of a reason for her to join us.

“Well, she is an easy lay,” I say, the words coming out sour.

Gage shakes his head, not bothering to respond.

Because I knew this event was coming up, I asked a friend of mine to join me, not wanting to bring some random chick to the event. She’s a musician as well and will be performing.

Since we’re all going in one vehicle, we pile into the stretch limo. Kaylee and Gage are the last to slide in, and I can’t help but check her out. I seem to be doing that every damn time I see her. She’s dressed in a strapless gold shimmery number with a thick shiny belt wrapped around her middle. The dress is tight up top, pushing up her already generous-sized tits, and loose on the bottom. Her hair is down in waves, her makeup light, and when she sits down, the slit in her dress parts, exposing her toned leg and showing off her matching gold heels. She looks fucking gorgeous. She always does, though, and I hate it.

“You okay?” my date, Adrianne, asks.

I glance down and notice my fists are clenched tight. “I need you to do me a favor,” I whisper into her ear, my eyes locking on Kaylee.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KAYLEE

This was a horrible idea—I seem to have a lot of them lately. When Gage asked me to join him at the Billboards, saying he wasn’t up for being the only guy without a date, I couldn’t say no. The night we all lost Tori still haunts me. While I was ending my relationship with Braxton, Tori needed me, and I wasn’t there. Something I will always regret. And now, Gage is alone, lost and sad, and I would do anything he asked even though I know nothing will bring her back or make it right.

But that doesn’t change the fact that this was a horrible idea. I’m sitting in a limo with Camden and Layla, Declan and Kendall—Camden’s older pop star sister who Declan is here with—Gage, and Braxton and his date, Adrianne, an up-and-coming pop star who’s on tour with Kendall as her opening act. Everyone is chatting amongst themselves, but I can’t take my eyes off Braxton, who’s looking at me with a mixture of contempt and disgust while he whispers in his date’s ear.

She giggles at whatever he’s saying, then sits up, taking his hand in hers. “I love your tattoos,” she says, playing with his fingers. “What do they mean?”

His eyes leave mine so he can look down at what she’s looking at. He goes about explaining each tattoo in detail while she soaks up his attention like a sponge. When she takes his left hand in hers, I hold my breath, waiting for what he’s going to say about the tattoo he got with me. I was honestly shocked when I saw that he never had it covered up.

“And this one”—he points at the infinity symbols inked on the outside of his hand, the same one I have in the same spot, and locks eyes with me—“was a mistake.”

At his words, I suck in a harsh breath as tears prick my eyes. The shit he’s pulled with having me bring him condoms and lube and liquor sucks, the song he sang hurt like hell, and the time he called me a cheater in front of his fuck-buddy groupies was embarrassing, but calling us a mistake...That just about kills me.

“Ignore him,” Gage murmurs, leaning in so no one can hear. “You hurt him, yes, but now he’s just being spiteful.”

“I deserve it,” I admit, trying to wipe my tears before anyone else notices.

His glassy eyes meet mine—because he’s high...he’s always high—and he shakes his head. “No, you don’t.”

“Aren’t you the woman who sexually assaulted Sam York?” Adrianne says, making my head jerk up.

“Excuse me?” I ask in shock as the limo turns quiet, everyone stopping their chatter to listen to us.

“I thought you looked familiar.” She eyes me up and down with disdain. “Your face is all over the internet as the woman who made a fool out of herself with Sam.”

“That’s not what—” Layla begins, but I shake my head to stop her. She’s five months pregnant, and the last thing she needs is the stress from coming to my rescue.

“It’s fine. I was taught to never defend a lie, and I’m not going to defend myself to her or anyone else.” I jut my chin out, hoping to display the confidence I don’t feel.


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