I want to hate her.
Curse her.
Despise the ground she walks on.
Every part of me is itching to burn her photographs and remove her from my existence, but the real kicker is that I love her so damn much.
The fucking bitch.
The doors open too slowly, so I push past them, dragging my luggage behind me. I step out into a crowded foyer and head straight outside to a cab. After throwing my suitcase in the trunk, the cab driver looks at me but doesn’t say a word when I slide into the back of the car.
“Where to?” he asks.
“Airport.”
***
Drowning in whiskey sounds like a perfect plan to me.
After the morning I’ve had, copious amounts of hard liquor are called for. The ache in my fucking chest is damn near unbearable, and I can’t get the look of detachment on Ella’s face from my mind.
The untouched bed and lack of luggage should have been an indication, but my love and faith in her blinded me. She had already let me go from the moment she walked into that damn hotel room, and nothing I could have said or done would have made her pick me.
I’m a lost cause destined to walk the Earth alone. And I’m fucked if I’ll be looking for another woman to share my life with. Ella’s made it clear that love is something strictly for suckers and assholes. And I’m only going to make an asshole of myself once in this lifetime.
No way am I falling for a woman again.
I wasn’t soft before Ella.
I’m sure as hellnotgoing to be after her.
Throwing down another three fingers of whiskey makes my senses come alive.
The only downside is that everything reminds me of EllafuckingSlade. We should be on the beach in Honolulu, drinking Mai Tais and listening to Hawaiian music while planning our wedding. But no, she wants nothing to do with me, even though I am ready to board another plane after getting off one only a few hours ago.
When I say I left everything for her, I meaneverything—my band, my life, my country, my family. I abandoned my entire life…
…for her.
And what do I get for that sacrifice?
Kicked in the heart.
I was right to treat women the way I used to—fuck and leave—because all they want is to fucking hurt you. Evil succubae. They drain and suck the life out of you, take your soul, and pull your manliness out of your ass until you’re a carcass of the man you once were. She’s a siren, a witch, an evil sorceress who put a spell on me, and I swear I willneverfall under that spell again.
No, from now on, women will only be in my life for one thing and one thing only—fuck and forget.
No more attachments.
No more falling for that ‘special’woman.
It’s back to the old Danger—the rock star, pussy-loving chick magnet. I was the man every man wanted to be and the man every woman ached to be with.
Danger is back.
Nothing will stand in my way.
Ever. Again!
