Finally, I can breathe a little easier.
“Lock the door before they come in. I can’t deal with all that craziness right now.”
The bartender sighs and hands Levi a key. Looking down at it for a couple of seconds, he places the key in the lock and twists it shut before handing it back.
Once I’m seated at the bar, contemplating my life, the bartender stands across from me. “Why were they following you anyway?”
His innocence isn’t something I’m used to these days, so I’m going to take this in.
“I’m a drummer in a band with my siblings.” I shrug, making it seem like our band is no big deal.
“Cool.” He nods with a smile. “How did you guys become famous?”
“YouTube,” I reply. I look around this quiet bar, seeing one or two people sitting at the back tables.
“My wife is an enormous music fan,” he notes with a small smile. “Mind telling me your band name so I could ask if she knows you?”
“Times Three,” I say with a small smile.
He raises an eyebrow while looking over my shoulder to where Levi stands and asks him, “Are you famous or anything like that?”
I snort, causing the bartender to send me a look of confusion. I know I shouldn’t do it, but the opportunity is right in my face, begging me to spit it out already.
“Famous for all the wrong reasons,” I mutter with a mock frown.
I feel his body hover over mine, which makes goose bumps rise on my skin.
“Care to explain, Drakos?” His dark voice is strained.
“I heard he got famous because he’s a stripper. I get you need money, man—”
“I’m not a fucking stripper. You’re just mad that I do your job better,” he interrupts, his tone almost sounding deadly.
Turning around, I laugh. “Get over yourself. I’ve been doing this for years.”
“So have I, but you don’t see me acting like a spoiled, entitled brat.” His mouth presses into a thin line.
I know he didn’t just call me entitled …
“A spoiled brat? Me immediately not falling to my knees for you is not because I’m ‘entitled.’” I air quote with my fingers. “I just don’t think you’re a god, Levi. But I guess you expect everyone to praise the ground you walk upon because you’re a narcissist.” Hopping down from my stool, I get down on my knees in front of him even though they ache from my fall. “So, here you go. I hope you shine bright like a diamond while you burn—” I glance up and nearly choke on my saliva as I realize my face is very close to his crotch.
And let me tell you, it looks impressive, even hidden behind his signature black jeans.
God, why am I so stupid?!
A blush covers my cheeks as I get to my feet quickly. I take a step back awkwardly, and his dark eyes send shivers up my body.
Licking his lips, he smirks. “If you wanted my dick in your mouth so bad, you could’ve just asked.”
I’m appalled by his words, and my heartbeat quickens. Can this guy get any more annoying? I open my mouth to defend myself, but nothing seems to come out other than a stutter. The shouts from outside dim as I stare at the jerk in front of me.
Finally finding my voice, I snark back, “I was about to pull out my microscope because it seemed disappointing.”
When did I turn into a liar?
Looking toward the bartender, I find him standing near a window, occupied with his phone against his ear. From what I can hear, it sounds like he’s calling the police.
Thank God. Can they come any faster?I need to get away from this man as soon as possible.
