“Get rid of her!” I snap, pissed that she’s still here.
My bodyguard narrows his eyes as he steps into the room. “And the two on the floor?” he asks, raising a brow.
I look over the other side of the bed and cuss at the sight of the curvy girl with short blonde hair being spooned by the leggy redhead. Both of them are naked and in a deep sleep.
“Get rid ofallstrays. You know the score.” Spotting a bottle of JD tucked down the side of my bed, I snatch it up and take a swig, welcoming the burn as it slides down my dry throat.
The girl on the bed grabs hold of my ass as I stand, and I see red. “Get your fucking hands off me, and get the hell out of my penthouse.” I shove her hands away, picking up an article of women’s clothing off the carpeted floor, tossing it at her. “Don’t forget this. Would hate for you to do the walk of shame without any clothes on.”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she spits, clutching the dress to her chest.
I smirk. “You think that’s news to me, darling?” Her nostrils flare, and I laugh as I walk toward my en suite bathroom. “I’m taking a shower, and I want them gone by the time I’m done.”
“I’m working on it,” Mike huffs out, shaking both girls on the floor by the shoulders in an attempt to wake them up.
I decide to help him out. Grabbing an empty pitcher from the table by the wall, I fill it in the sink in the bathroom and return to my bedroom, throwing cold water over the two comatose girls without a moment’s hesitation. They bolt upright, screaming and shrieking, glaring at me as they push strands of sodden hair back off their faces. Mike gives me the evil eye, tugging at his soaking wet shirt, looking like he wants to murder me in cold blood.
I toss the empty pitcher on the bed and saunter toward the bathroom without a backward glance.
Standing under the steaming hot water, I close my eyes and pictureherface.
The only woman I’ve ever loved. The only one I ever will.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t forget the woman I was forced to walk away from even though it fucking destroyed me leaving her behind. It’s been eight long lonely years without Zeta by my side. I thought it’d get easier, but it’s only getting fucking harder. I’ll never stop missing her. Stop wanting her. Not until my dying breath.
Propping an arm up against the wall, I slide my other hand down my body, stroking my rock-hard cock as Zeta’s stunning fiery brown eyes stare back at me through my mind’s eye.
I permit myself to think of her every morning when I’m showering. To give myself this one indulgence.
I imagine I have her pinned up against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, and she’s writhing and moaning as I thrust into her hard, fucking her like she’s never been fucked before. I can almost hear her cries and screams as I bring her to release, and it’s not long before I’m jerking hard in my hand, cum spraying everywhere.
I lean against the wall, pressing my forehead to the cool tile, wishing the dream was a reality even though thinking like this always sends me into a spiral.
Is it possible to love someone so much it feels like I’m dying every day I spend on this planet without her in my arms?
“Boss, you okay?” Mike’s concerned eyes meet mine through the steamed glass doors.
I push off the wall, turning the shower off with a sigh. “I’m peachy. Just fucking peachy, Mike.”
“Heads-up. Rod’s on his way. ETA in forty minutes.”
He hands me a towel, and I wrap it firmly around my waist. “Thanks. He’s going to lose his fucking nut when he sees the state of the place.”
“Don’t sweat it. Maggie has already worked her magic.”
“Remind me to give that woman an increase in pay.” I move past him, grateful at least my housekeeper knows how to do her job. “And to reduce yours,” I add, narrowing my eyes to slits.
“Don’t fucking pin that shit on me, Stone.” Mike crosses his arms, challenging me with his stare. While Mike is the consummate professional, he’s also one of my closest friends, and sometimes, the lines blur. He’s way too familiar with me, and I should probably pull him up on that, but I value his role in my life too much to risk going there. Besides Rod, he’s the only other person who gets through to me although most of the time I ignore both their advice, hence why my life is one messy clusterfuck after another.
“What the fuck were they still doing here?” I grab my toothbrush and start vigorously brushing my teeth.
Mike’s been my personal bodyguard long enough to know the drill. The girlsneverstay the night. As soon as I fuck them, I want them gone. I want no reminder of the encounter, and I never go back for seconds. It’s a pure physical release. A way to block out the destructive thoughts in my mind and nothing else. The last thing I need is to wake up beside a woman. Because if she isn’t Zeta, then she has no business being in my bed.
“Why do you think?” he says, just as other voices start making a ruckus outside.
“Fucking Garrett,” I grumble, wondering how I let my bandmate talk me into the impromptu session last night.
You know why.I punt kick that troublesome inner voice to one side.
