Looking at him.
“Don’t babe me,” I snap. This is all I fucking need.
“FML!” I shout out exactly like that. FML.
“This right here is going to cause a major scene. So, Rap Devil best you do the jit,” I say waving my hands around in front of me.
“Like you know how the papers will roll this scene out as front-line fucking news. Bad boy rocker sees red while high at club 81. Punches a patron.” I point at the dude laying on the ground in shards of glass and blood. Fuck! Shaking my head at him as he steps in toward me my hands go up stopping him. “Nope. Best you back the fuck outta my club, like NOW! Jayden GO!”
His mouth opens and he stares at me blinking. “Yep, you fucked up, babe. This place is mine and now I have to fight to fix your shit. Take your boys and the bitches with their tits out and go snort coke off their asses up high in ya penthouse for all I care. My employees now know who I am. Thanks a fucking lot.”
Walking from him I need a drink, a smoke and a lawyer. Shit!
Fuck you Sean for being in rehab I need you right now.
His arms snakes around me, strong and hot. I know it’s him, I smell him before I even feel his touch. My body jumps at the touch. He’s stopping me in my quest to get a drink and a smoke. And may I add I gave them cancer sticks up six months ago. Shit I have to grab every damn camera phone and delete the hundreds of pictures that are being snapped of this damn encounter. Not only of me in the rock gods arms, but the mess that he has made in the club. The scene, the blood, glass and people. Fucking great, panic sets in.
“Don’t run babe. I’ll fix this,” Snapping his fingers his boy's come right there. “Get Bruce and James ASAP we need clean up. Call the rest of the boys as we need to get out of here fast.”
He like has it all planned out and shit.
“Why did you do that?” I question falling slightly into his grip and hating myself for it.
“You’re too beautiful for this and for them babe. That guy asked for it, but I’ll clean this up, I promise.” Taking a deep breath in I reply, “Like you know what’s good for me.” With that I peel his fingers away that are sprawled around the front of my torso and regret it instantly as the burning heat is replaced with a stinging cold. I walk behind the bar grabbing the megaphone pulling my body onto the bar top. “Bobby, Joe, Chris and Dex,” I holler. Bobby and Joe come from the front doors as Chris and Dex enter from the garden side part of the club. Shock is imprinted on their faces as their eyes scan for me. “Up here, boys.” They follow the sound of my voice; Chris is the last to peel his eyes from the man laid out in a pool of blood and glass on the floor by Jayden. “I’m going to kill you,” he seethes stepping toward Jayden who squares his shoulders, never one to back down. Stupid boy. “Hey! Enough. I need you four to lock shit down. I need all the phones and photos deleted. I need order and doors locked. No one in. No one out. Understood?” Taking a breath in and blowing it out I look at the club full of people. “I’m sorry, but please respect me, my club and reputation. Please cooperate with security. I will let you all go in time. While you wait my bar staff will serve you non-alcoholic drinks. Jumping down from the bar sending a weak smile to my team I walk to the back wall. Stabbing in the pin code the door clicks open as my eyes seek Jayden and his boys. “Oi, you can get out this way.” Nodding my head to the side they follow me. His beautiful eyes edged with pain lock with mine. “Fuck, babe, please,” he mouths out trying to pull me in close to his seductive lips. Shutting the door behind us Jayla steps from the staff bathroom. “Good, Jayla, show Triple X out the back please. Their Uber will be waiting.” Jayden’s hand finds mine, his fingers linking with mine, squeezing. Scratching my neck as he makes me nervous, his touch makes me nervous. “Hope you have a good night, Mr. James,” I breathe out as he pulls his lip ring into his teeth nodding at me. “Tru,” he purrs out as I slip into my office and ring the only person, I know that can fix this shit storm.
Chapter Seven
Tru
Fucking phone call after phone call. My guy said it’s under control that Jayden’s team took care of it. Of-fucking-course they did.
That’s it! Slamming my palms down on my solid black and gold granite countertop, the cool slapping the heat in my hands, I pour myself an overly large glass of Black Doris Plum Cider and reach up on tippy toes to the back of the cupboard and pull down the pack of smokes and the lighter. Hating myself, but fuck me this guy has just pissed me off to the point where not even smoking will assist in calming me down.
Sliding the glass bi-folding door open, I glance up at the penthouse suite that is home to the biggest pain in my ass, Jayden fucking James. No lights, no nothing. Lighting my smoke and sucking in deep, I close my eyes. As I allow the bitter taste to sink into my lungs, I stifle a cough, sink back into the oversized outdoor chair and pull the small throw over my legs. Then I let the late night’s breeze and sounds seep in around me.
Watching his penthouse for any sign of life three ciders down and half a pack of smokes I check my phone. The light illuminates the dark space around me. The world above me is black as we are high up, the streetlamps below blind to us up here.
It’s 2:05 am and no rap devil at home yet. Another club and another groupie.
Shuddering, why does that one comment to myself in the dark annoy me? Why is it that I am drawn to this douchebag? It’s unquestionably not his fucking personality, that’s nonexistent.
Sucking in another deep drag of the smoke that’s number ten for the early hours and I hate myself. The penthouse across the road lights up brighter than my Christmas tree which is the only light I have on in my place right now. The soft hue of Christmas shining inside my walls, my happy place. My heart stops when I spot him falling through the front door into his suite. The band and groupies behind him. He stumbles into the coffee table knocking it over and the vase of lilies, my favourite flower, fall to the black, plush carpet. You can hear them laughing like a chorus of hyenas as he scrambles to his feet. The doors open to his deck and he stubbles through them. My heart skips and stops as he falls dangerously close to the glass wall that stops him from falling forty-eight stories to his death. A strong hand from what looks like a bodyguard wraps around him. I watch as he tries to shake him off and swipe his grip away.
“Get offfff,” he slurs out.
Crossing my legs and sipping my cider I watch the show. The groupies turn the sound dock to full blast shaking the fucking windows.
A set of lights from a story below flick on as the song blasts out louder and the beat drops. Another set of lights flick on and a smile lingers dangerously over my lips. That’s it, dick, let your bitches piss off the neighbours. You may be rich and famous but that won’t stop the world from hating you.
The smile fades when his beautiful but empty eyes lock with mine. Pulling my body deeper down into the outdoor chair I pull the fluffy blanket up over my cool skin as goose bumps have rippled over my once heated skin. He can’t see me, I have no lights lighting me up unlike him, but he renders me cold.
The chicks all start to strip off their clothing and dance on the tabletops. One heads out to the pool that is on the side of the balcony and hangs over the world below, giving you the illusion that you’re swimming in air. Infinity pool that’s what it’s called. I have also looked at it and thought how scary but beautiful it would be to swim in it with its glass sides and bottom. It’s the freaking shit alright.
“Tru,” he screams.
Rolling the smoke around in my fingertips I watch him. It’s all but dark around me so he can’t see me. “Tru”
Again, he hollers in a screaming slur.
