“Someone needs to tell Eunice,” I said. “I’m not faking this shit anymore. I’m going to do it all with Rosalie. The girlfriend thing. The public shit.”
Dolly began to weep.
“Dude, you could have broken it to her in a nicer way,” Matt chided.
“Let’s go,” Rosalie said soothingly. “You’ll find someone better, I promise. Not hard to do.”
“Oh hell no,” I snarled, grabbing her as she tried to get away from me. “We’ll all go in the limo back to the hotel together. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
It was a silent limo ride back except for Dolly’s sniffling, and Rosalie shook her head disapprovingly when we arrived.
“Why don’t you take her out for a drink, Matt.”
Finally, they were gone, but now I had to get rid of my manager, too.
“Kingsley, I have a plan,” Cornelius said, sweating profusely. “I’ve hired three separate songwriters for you. If you could just step in here with me—figure out who you gel more with?—”
“Don’t bother,” I interrupted rudely, because I was feeling both down as fuck and horny, not a pleasant combination.
“It’s Rosalie or nobody.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, no new songs unless Rosalie writes them for me.”
I pounded on her door as everyone melted away behind me with muffled curses. My band thought I’d gone absolutely insane.
But it was time to go absolutely belly-up and fix this whole fuck-up.
When Ro finally opened the door, she had her suitcase in hand.
“I want to date you,” I gasped.
I waited for this revelation to bowl Rosalie over, waited for her to gasp with surprise, but her expression didn’t change.
“I’m done with the roster shit.”
Still she said nothing, and sweat began to break out all over my body, run in scathing hot rivulets down my back.
“That shit with Dolly was so fake. I only had sex with her once or twice. I don’t want her. I don’t need some nice girl.”
“Thanks, you’re such a gentleman.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. You’re just trying to get in my pants. You don’t really want a relationship. You just want accessto the person who knows how to make you come three times in a row.”
“No, I don’t!” I said hotly. “That’s not true at all. I want you, goddamnit! For your personality and shit, too! Fuck! I’m ready to commit, I swear I am! Can’t you see I’m suffering here.”
“Kings, we make better friends,” she said with a pitying smile that went right to my gut.
“I don’t want to be friends!” I snarled. “There is no one better for you than me. Webelongtogether.”
“Well, I thought so. But that was before Matt.”
“I promise,” I said desperately. “No more women. Just you. I swear, Rosalie. Please baby girl. Give me a chance.”
“It’s over. You just aren’t boyfriend material.”
