Wait, fuck, what had I said wrong?
I went through the next song in a blur.
What the hell? What had I said?
Then suddenly it hit me. For years I had told her I wasn’t into commitment, that it was bad for my brand. She must have thought my song was another way to put off committing to her.
But hell no. But fuck no. I wasn’t putting off shit. I was going to tie Rosalie down right now.
I stopped mid-song and raced backstage.
“You can’t leave mid-set, there’s one more song,” Cornelius panted, but I shrugged him off.
“I’m not going out there without Rosalie!”
I hurried backstage, my heart pounding.
Where was she? For that matter, where wasMatt?
My hands were sweating, gripping my guitar so tight my fingers were white.
“Rosalie! ROSALIE!”
I clutched my limo driver’s arm. “Have you seen Rosalie? She didn’t leave, did she?”
My stomach was sinking to my knees.
“No, sir, no, I haven’t seen her.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Rosalie, fuck! This isn’t funny!”
She had to understand what she meant to me. I was over putting things off. I was going to commit so fucking hard.
Panting, I rounded a corner and came upon a long dark hallway that seemed to be empty. But there were noises comingfrom the other end of it, low, throaty moans and little breathy squeals.
Stumbling, my guitar knocking into the concrete walls, I ran forward.
My shaking hands gripped at the blinds, ripping them open, desperate tosee, to make sure. . .
And Rosalie was standing up, one foot with her combat boots propped up against a windowsill, the silky length of her legs gleaming in the dim light.
Matt knelt between her thighs, his broad shoulders stretching her wide, and from the way she was gripping his hair between her fingers and gasping, it was very clear what he was doing.
“Rosalie, no!” I croaked, but I was strangely out of breath, the hallway spinning unpleasantly around me.
As I watched, horrified, she threw her head back and cried out, hitting that tone that was so familiar. Except I thought it was only forme. That I was the only one who could get her to make that noise.
But I wasn’t.
“Stop!” I croaked, my voice high and cracking.
Her whole body shook, tits quivering in my face, her nipples peaked and pressing against the thin fabric of her dress and to my horror Matt’s fingers snaked up to play and pull on her nipple rings, his hands closing around her perfect round breasts.
I stumbled and fell.
