“Did you just hear me?” the questioning tone has me smiling.
“Babe, I heard ya! Fuck, this side of Auckland all the way to the Bombay’s heard ya. Come here.” Leaning up I link my fingers into hers and pull her into my bed on top of me. Snaking my arms around hers she yelps. It’s sexy as hell and has my dick dancing under the sheets. The smell of lilies crushing with roses engulfs my senses, wrapping around our bodies as she tries to wriggle free from me.
“Let me go. Like now,” she spits out.
“Nope, not happening, babe,” I mummer into the soft delicate skin of her neck. “You’re in my bed, in my room, in my arms. That makes you mine.” My tone playful but my intentions serious.
“Oh, does it now?” she scoffs turning in my grip, her icy blue eyes drown me with one daggered look.
“Yeah, babe. Possession is like nine tenths of the law. So, you’re totally mine.” Her face splits into a smile and a laugh bubbles up from deep inside her soul.
“See, babe, you love it.” I smile while kissing her neck
“Um, no. I don’t. You’re a joke. That is the only reason I laughed.”
“Sure, it is, babe,” I move my lips closer to hers and hover over them. For a moment she holds her breath closing her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh.
“I know just how you play. You’re all the same, Jayden. Fuck boys with issues and a chip on ya shoulder. You think you’re entitled because you’re a rock god. The great, big, bad rdevil. News flash, boy, when you close your eyes and I close mine you’re still like me. Fucking human! No god here and I am no goddess. This is nothing new. Guys like you always coming onto me because I’m just a waitress.”
Right then she stops talking and I’m like wow, ok. She’s pissed, and she doesn’t even understand how hot she is. Exhaling into her sweet, beautiful face I was surely getting her intoxicated with my breath alone.
“Baby, I am the king of everything, and my tongue is my weapon. I will drop you to your knees with it. I will rap till you’re cuming and then I will eat you out till you’re dry and begging to jump on my cock. That ass will be mine and you’re now in my hotel room, in my bed, in my home and your lips will soon be wrapped around my cock.”
I slap her ass and watch her eyes bug out of her head. She’s shaking and I’m loving the effect I’m having on her.
She’s putty in my hands.
Slap! A burning sting breaks out over my cheek. Tears welling in my eyes shock laces my face as I see red. She fucking slapped me. My words and the reality just registered inside my still drunk brain. She’s not a groupie, she’s not a hoe. She’s Tru and she’s fucking one beautiful human.
She then proceeds to rear up on me. My grip loosened from the shock and she punches me square in the jaw. Straddling my body pushing her heat down into me as my fingers rub my jaw line more water leaks into my eyes making her a blurring but stunning haze.
“Why the fuck did you say that!? Say that I’m not like them Jayden! You’re a fucking pig.” My smirk drops instantly. She’s right. I am a fucking dick. That was a dick move. My hands drop from her wondrous body. Her cheeks are flaming red as the feeling hit more that made me actually feel like a right wanker.
Sliding back off me she spins on her heel and walks from my room slamming the front door in her exit so hard that the framed photo of my gold record falls, smashing to the floor.
“That was smooth Jay, real fucking smooth.” Mike pops his head into my room a smile on his face as he shakes his head. “She’s a good one and you’re fucking her up. She’s not like them other girls you bring here. She doesn’t want the title of bagging the rocker. She doesn’t want fame, money or title,” he adds.
“She started it,” I snipped back knowing damn well he’s fucking right. She’s too good for me and I hate what I do but I want her. Yet, I don’t want to dirty her with all that is Jayden fucking James.
***
It’s been a whole week since Tru was in my room. Her smell still lingers, and it pisses me off that she is so stubborn. I have sent her flowers upon flowers, chocolates, candles, pamper baskets and shit. All that girly shit and nothing but the cold shoulder is really pissing me off.
I even wrote her a card and shit; I don’t fucking do that. Ever. I see her home is full of my flowers, she hasn’t thrown them out. Well, correction, she has stopped throwing them out. Each time she biffed them over her balcony to the road below, I sent more, bigger and better than before.
Still nothing. Still being stubborn, still hurting, I gather that’s what Mike says anyway. I hurt her, well fuck I hurt too. I’ve had nothing but pain and loss. I gave up God for drugs. I gave up my family for the whores. I gave up me for the prophecy that the world spat out was Jayden James, front man of Triple X, notorious and free. I’m far from free. I am caged by demons, haunted by monsters, followed by the devil, kissed by the reaper and sleeping with sin.
I watch her daily. I know when she wakes, I know how many times she brushes each side of her hair and I know how long it takes her to shower. What she has for breakfast, how she has her coffee and what time she leaves for the gym, work and what time she comes home. I know what she buys in her shopping and what supermarket she goes to. She doesn’t drive, she walks everywhere. That is fucking dangerous as all hell because she’s way to hallucinatingly exquisite to be walking the streets. There are weirdos and psychopaths out there.
Yeah, yeah. I can see you now scoffing at that statement. I kind of sound like a crazed stalker and I guess I am coz fuck me, if you knew this chick, seen her, smelt her, was in her presence for a split second, she would consume you just as much as she consumes me.
I fucking hate it. I’ve spent a week getting fucked up and snorting way too much coke. Writing broken ass love songs that don’t belong inside my head and turning every whore in town, that have come knocking at my door, down. There is one chick I want in my sheets with my body pressed into and it’s Tru.
I want to feel invisible with her, I want to disappear, and I want to just fall away from this that has me spiraling. This life, this place, she makes me want to not be so hard core.
Chapter Nine
Tru
