I continue until I encounter another room, this one furnished with a huge glass table with at least a dozen seats around it.There are seven people sitting at one end, but only one captures my attention.
I pause in the doorway, frozen by the scene unfolding in front of me.There’s a half-naked woman lying across the end of the table, narrow rows of white powder lined up perfectly on the curve of her bare hip.
Believe it or not, that’s not what has me riveted.It’s the fact that Mr.Whiskey Eyes is bent over her ass with a rolled bill in one hand, his other on her waist as he leans over to snort not one, but three rows of the coke.He straightens, throwing his head back in the process, the motion ceasing when his eyes lock onto mine.
One side of his mouth crooks up in a wicked smirk.“See something you like, Kitten?”
My nostrils flare out as I inhale deeply in an attempt to slow down my racing heart.I glare back at him, hating how he is constantly baiting me and calling me a damn kitten.Is that some lame way of referencing I’m just pussy to him?
“I’m all set.”I grit out as I twist out of the doorway and barely keep myself from running away.
“Ah, pretty little kitty doesn’t want to play.”Mocks me from behind as I escape to a staircase I saw earlier.I trot up the stairs, relishing that the hallway at the top is people free.I turn right, roaming further down the hall, knocking on a door, opening it when there’s no response.I peek inside to find an empty bedroom.
It’s enormous, with a king bed centered on a wall that overlooks the city.The room appears to be unoccupied so I slip inside and shut the door gently, exhaling a sigh of relief.I’ll just hang out here until Bri texts me.Hopefully that will be sooner than later.
ChapterTwo
Luc
Rockstar
Nickelback
“I’m out.”I toss my cards on the table and shove my chair back as I stand up.It’s only a little after two in the morning, but I’m shattered and ready for bed.
“Oh, come on you fucking pussy, play a few more hands.”
My brother, always a goddamn delight to deal with after he’s had half a bottle of tequila.“Piss off, Mikey.I said I’m out.”
“Why you always gotta be such a little bitch?Do a few more lines if you’re tired.”He continues to pester me as I stride toward the doorway.
“There’s a whole casino downstairs.Why don’t you just go down there if you still want to play?”
“And have every single woman crawling all over me the minute they realize who I am?”He sneers back at me.“Not fucking interested.”
“Perils of being a Rockstar, I guess,” shrugging.“Night, asshole.”I toss over my shoulder as I stay my course, heading for the stairs, taking them two at a time when I reach them.We’ve been on tour for three months, with another one to go, and I’m so over this shit.
A different city every three nights, which means a party for every one of those.My liver is fucking shot.I don’t even want to think about what the drugs are doing to my brain.We’ve got our last show in this city tomorrow, and I just want, no,need, a good night’s rest.
Chad Kroeger knew what the hell he was talking about when he said life hadn’t turned out quite the way he wanted it to.Sure, I love being up on stage.Love performing and the rush I get.The perks of being famous are out of this world.But they come at a price.Peace seemingly one of them.I haven’t felt it in a really long time.
I blow out a heavy sigh as I reach my room, grateful I have somewhere quiet to escape to.I turn the knob and push the door open, halting when I realize someone’s lying on top of the bed.
I glance down the hall and count doors, confirming I am in fact in the correct room.Fuck me.The last thing I want to deal with right now is a crazy fan.
I take a few more steps into the room, ready to toss whomever this is out on their ass, but stop in my tracks again.A strip of moonlight illuminates her face, and I realize it’s the chick that was hanging out with Dean earlier.
The one with the face of an angel, and whose small waist I had my hands around.What in the hell is she doing in here?In my room?She certainly didn’t seem too interested in anything I had to offer earlier.Although, I was being a bit of an asshole.
I step closer and kneel down beside the bed to get a closer look.Her hands are in a prayer pose, tucked under her cheek.Cheeks that have a natural spattering of freckles, not the fake, press-on ones all the chicks have been wearing lately.
Her lips, the bottom one puffier than the top, are parted slightly - warm, steady breaths whispering through them at regular intervals.Her long, blonde hair flows out behind her in waves on the pillow.
She’s a petite thing.I angle my head as I take in the rest of her, scanning her from head to toe.She’s wearing a short white tank top that exposes most of her toned midriff.A little red skirt sits low on her hips, barely covering her ass.What I think are white panties are peeking out from the bottom of said skirt, and it fucking takes everything in me not to lift the hem to verify.
I chuff out a quiet snort when I reach her feet.They’re clad in white bobby socks, with curly lace edging and all, under a pair of red chucks.Fucking adorable.
She looks so serene.I hate to wake her, but I want to go to sleep, and I want it to be in my own damn bed.I grip her shoulder to give it a gentle shake.She doesn’t respond, so I try again, this time shaking a bit harder.
