‘Oh my god, please tell me you’re close.’ His breath quickens.
My release builds with a shocking assault. I moan his name with a voice I don’t recognise. ‘Jayden, I’m close.’
His satisfied groans resound through my ear, tipping me over the edge. My body thrums to life, sparking and spasming as exhilarating electric pleasure pulses through me.
The rise and fall of our breath unites in the same pattern. Minutes pass. We don’t talk. We don’t need to.
Eventually he says, ‘Imagine, I thought you were a good girl, Chloe. I should have corrupted you all those years ago, after all.’
‘Better late than never.’ Sleep feels a lot closer now, more because of the comfort of his voice than the release.
‘Sweet dreams, Princess.’
Sometimes sexy, sometimes smart-mouthed,Jayden’s phone calls are rapidly becoming the most exciting part of my day and night.
The second he hangs up, I miss him. Whose idea was it though to space the concerts weeks apart?
I guess it’s because there’s an end date on our ‘situationship’ that I feel safe enough to allow myself to be drawn into this bucket list game.
Although somehow, this thing between us feels way more intimate than what either of us signed up for.
ChapterEighteen
JAYDEN
Singapore
Trust Ryan to bring us to Singapore in the monsoon season. Angela, his PA, and her girlfriend, Jasmine, run through the doors of the lavish five-star hotel overlooking the bay at Merlion Park we’re all booked into. They’re dripping wet from head to toe from the rain burst they’ve been caught in, but the laughter between them is infectious, even to me.
Angela shakes her hair out like a dog, sending huge droplets cascading over Jasmine and the hysterics start again.
They’re so in love, and for a split second a pang of envy shoots through my chest before I remember myself.
Love doesn’t last. Well, except in the movies. Lust makes the real world go round. At least it’s what I tell my reckless brain every time it bombards me with thoughts of Chloe.
She warned me in no uncertain terms not to turn up anywhere near the airport this time. Either she’s got an airport complex or she’s hellbent on preventing Ryan and Sasha from finding out about us. Given the current situation in LA, if Ryan had any idea how much time I waste obsessing about his fiancée’s sister, he’d probably have more to say about it than ‘it’s not a good idea.’
So, instead, I wait in the plush hotel lobby with a fifteen-year-old bourbon, the next best option.
With my laptop perched on a mahogany table, I pass the time catching up on a few emails. My head’s not in the game.
A low buzzing from my phone comes from my pocket. It has to be Chloe. Her plane landed forty minutes ago. I’ve been tracking it on my computer.
And I had the cheek to callhera stalker.
But it isn’t Chloe. It’s my PA. ‘Kim?’
‘Jayden? We have a problem.’
I groan. Just what I don’t need right now.
‘A video of Naomi Carden just broke the internet. It’s not good,’ she says.
Naomi is another of my recent signings, a sweet country singer from Texas. Talk about shitty timing. Bad enough all the drama surrounding Mia Sweet and the alleged substance abuse, which still hasn’t been resolved. Thankfully, she’s almost fully recovered, and her home security system captured two hooded men entering her home with the drugs, but still, it’s far from ideal.
‘What is it now?’ I snap.
‘A sex tape’s been leaked.’
