CHAPTER 2
Rosalie
Ilistened in stunned silence as Eunice interviewed Kingsley and Dolly about their newrelationship.
They had toured together for almost a year now, Dolly said, her eyes looking adoringly up at the man whose cum was literally still dripping down my throat.
Apparentlylovehad grown slowly,blossomedas they spent more time together.
“She has such a gentle spirit,” Kingsley said, his arm around Dolly’s slim little shoulders.
Flashes burned my eyes as Cornelius snapped pictures of their lovesick glances.
Sincewhendid Kings give one single fuck about that?
He had always been a cocky asshole, with that magnetic, careless confidence. This interview was like he’d been taken over by a sappy pod person. Is that what he was likein love?
I wanted to throw up.
“I’ve thought of nothing but Dolly for months now,” Kingsley said. “And we finally decided to make it official.”
Formonthsnow? What a fucking dirty liar he was.
I knew exactly who he’d fucked for months now because he was such a lazy fuckIwas the one who had to tell half of them he didn’t want anything serious.
“Baby girl, do me a solid and text backcan’t meet up,in the studio,” Kingsley would say, tossing his phone over to me, and I’d scroll past endless perfect tits and ass copy/pasting his dismissive messages.
He wasn’t the relationship guy. He was the guy you’d fuck and go home wondering how you’d fitthatinside you.
And then he’d crook his head at me and I’d climb on his dick and bounce up and down, and he’d look at me with that lazy, cocky grin I could never resist.
But now I listened in numb shock as the plane took off and we flew through the perfect summer-blue skies.
“That’s so sweet,” Eunice said, scribbling in her notepad efficiently. “After all, you kind of have the reputation of a major playboy. Is this playboy finally going to settle down?”
“I think so,” Kingsley laughed, running a hand through his hair like his balls hadn’t just been drained in the bathroom by me.
Dolly, meanwhile, was trembling with excitement. I had noticed during the last few concerts that she seemed to have a crush on him, always showing up when we were going out for pizza or riffing new lyrics at the hotel.
But he’d never acted interested. She wasn’t his usual type—quiet, shy, sweet.
Kingsley wasn’t into sweet.
Until now.
He had a girlfriend and it wasn’t me.
I felt deeply stupid and idiotic. Waiting for years for him to decide it was time to settle down.
What a waste. My gut ached, and I had to suck in huge lungfuls of air, the plane spinning around me. My fingers tightened so hard on the seat that Matt had to pat my arm gently.
“You OK?”
I could only nod numbly.
Kings’ manager Cornelius’ slicked-back head kept nodding up and down at every single interview answer. His stupid tie was so tight it looked like it was cutting off his circulation.
Irritated, I distracted myself by grabbing a copy of Kings’ schedule for the upcoming week.
