I unwittingly shake my head and scrunch my brows.
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Colt leans down, whispering in my ear, his breath floating over my skin.
“Just shocked I’m here,” I reply.
“Why would I want you anywhere else, baby?”
Huxley walks back in with five other guys.
“Hey, Jared, you all right, yeah?” Colt asks as he high-fives the lead singer of their opening band, Dragon’s Lair. I remember them from the concert in London, although I haven’t met them officially.
“Who’s this pretty young thing?” Jared asks, walking over to me and raising his brows insinuatingly.
“No way, mate, she’s mine,” Colt reveals, halting Jared in his tracks with a hand to the chest, and I edge a little closer to Colt, feeling uncomfortable.
There’s something about Jared that makes me uneasy. He’s looking at me like I’m a piece of meat he’s about to devour, and I don’t like it one little bit.
Another person from Dragon’s Lair walks over, slaps Colt on the back, and pulls him in for a manly hug. “Hey, fucker,” the guy says, making Colt laugh.
“Brad,” Colt replies.
“So, this must be Dee, right?” Brad asks.
I nod, feeling somewhat intimidated by being in a room with all of this rock royalty.
“Well, you’re right, Colt. She’s definitely a stunner. Nice to see you’re finally settling down, you man whore.”
“I’m not a man whore, and I’m not settling down. Just putting all my time into one instead of many,” Colt replies, and they both laugh.
I let go of Colt’s hand immediately.What the fuck!
Biting my bottom lip while they carry on a conversation, I tune them out and head over to the couch at the back of the room. Colt doesn’t even notice I’ve walked away. Everyone’s so happy and cheerful waiting for the concert to start that I fade into the background, exactly where I want to be right now.
That little comment has gotten a rise out of me. I want to say something, but I know now is not the time. So I wrap my arms around myself once again. It’s something I seem to do for comfort when I feel unsettled. My feelings for Colt are growing daily, but the idea that Colt’s justputting his time with one instead of manydoesn’t make me feel that good about myself. It makes me realize that when he’s sick of me, I’ll merely be another slutty Slayette who’s been with him.One more notch on the bedpost, as they say.
Lost in my thoughts, I feel the cushion dip beside me and turn to see Jared leaning back on the couch, stretching and resting his arm behind me.
Yeah, subtle, Jared.Realsubtle!
“So Dee, I can’t help but notice you have a thing for lead singers,” he says, and without thinking, my lip curls up in disgust.
“Not singers…singer.Just one. His name’s Colt, and he’s standing right over there,” I reply, tipping my head in Colt’s direction.
“Right, well… when he’s had his fill, let me know. I’m more than willing to take care of you, and I won’t sleep around behind your back like he will,” he says.
Would Colt do that?
After everything he’s said about not letting anyone touch me except for him? I thought I made myself extremely clear that the same rules apply to him.
“You should see your face. Seriously, ditch him. He’s the biggest man whore around. You’re not his first and won’t be his last. Guys like Colt never settle down, especially when they’re as famous as he is. If it’s a relationship you’re after, then you’re barking up the wrong tree with our Colter Slade. You gotta go for someone less known, someone who’d look after and spoil you. Someone who’s maybe in an opening band. I dunno just sayin’.”
“Someone like you. That’s what you’re saying, right?”
“Well, if you want me, baby, I’m all yours,” he replies with a salacious grin.
Urgh, this dude one hundred percent makes my skin crawl.
“I don’t think so, but thanks for the offer.” I move to stand, but he grabs my hand, and I turn to look at him.
