“Youwant to sleep with me?”
“Of course I do! I love you!” I cried indignantly.
There was a pause as she cocked her head at me.
“I’m just not sure,” she said. “I think I want to play the field a little bit. See what’s out there. I don’t want to be tied down. I’m only 27, you know. Practically a baby.”
I moaned in horror.
“No! I promise, Ipromiseyou’ll never find a more devoted man than me. Let me stay with you. Please.”
“You’re on probation,” she said, leaving without another word, and I scuttled after her with a fresh pair of sweatpants before she could change her mind.
“I’m skipping that benefit concert tomorrow,” I said. “Without you, I’m nothing.”
“I can probably come up with something in the morning,” Rosalie shrugged. “For a massive extra fee for the pain and suffering of having to work on a Sunday.”
“You’re a genius, agenius,” I said, grabbing her face and kissing her, pulling Rosalie into my arms so her legs were wrapped around my waist.
She tasted delicious, and I wrapped fingers lightly around her throat so I could feel her heartbeat as I tasted her sweet lips and fucking banger tongue.
I wanted to devour her, crush her so hard to me she’d never doubt again and I unwrapped her bathrobe to kiss down her stomach.
“You’re going to marry me.”
“You weren’t even a relationship guy until five seconds ago and now you want to marry me? Slow down there, clinger.”
“I don’t want to slow down. Now that I’ve pulled my head out of my ass, I know it’s you. It’s always been you.”
I buried my head between her thighs, tasting her, tasting me, tasting the perfect combination ofus.
“This means nothing,” Rosalie said. “I have not forgiven you.”
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and dragged her pussy flush against my lips.
“That’s ok. You don’t have to forgive me right away. Just let me keep making it up to you.”
She fit snugly, perfectly in my arms.
Because it had always been meant to be.
CHAPTER 17
Rosalie
The audience laughed and applauded as Kingsley sung the last line of his song dedicated to the black-footed ferret.
There was something so magnetic about him. He’d always had it, that star quality. He could command a crowd either in a massive stadium or a small, intimate venue like this.
And Kings had always been generous with the money. Always.
When he got his first million, he literally just opened his bank app and said, “take whatever you want, baby doll.”
Then he stuck his finger in my ass and made me squeal.
But how could I trust he meant it? Forever?
He moved his guitar and raised his chin in a gesture I’d seen a million times before.
