He’s trusting me to tell him the truth, but at this point I don’t know what that is. Do I need one? Probably not. But a good night’s rest would help more than anything else, so I nod. “I’ll wait until after the show though. Let me have two.”
He plops them on the table next to the snacks and pockets the rest. “I’ll be back in a little bit. Before I go though, don’t forget to let me know if you want anyone to come to the after-party. You haven’t said much the last few shows.”
That’s because my mind has been focused on one girl in particular, and for a while I didn’t know she was real.
I know now though.
I felt her soft skin, smelled her sweet perfume, and witnessed her breathtaking blush as her body seemed to react to me in a way she didn’t expect. Every other face is still a blur, but not hers. It’s still as clear as the moon on a cloudless night, and leaves me craving more when the sun rises. I need more of her to disconnect the two ghosts in my mind — I need to stop trying to merge them into one. My sad girl is gone, but this blue-eyed beauty is here forthe tour, so what is stopping me from welcoming this distraction? Only myself.
“Yeah.Her. You know who I mean.”
I meet his gaze as the corner of his mouth quirks up. “She has a friend as well. Both, or just her?”
“Both so she’s more comfortable, but not for the ways I’ve asked in the past.”
I’m definitely losing my mind. Last tour I’d have been all for a threeway, but something is changing inside of me this time and I don’t know what it is. I also don’t even have a clue what her friend looks like. I think someone said she was blonde?
“I’ll let them know.” He heads for the door, then pauses. “Where did you grow up again?”
“Blackridge. Why?”
“No reason. See you in a bit.”
The door swings shut behind him, and I have a feeling he’s going to try and find my girl. Good luck, Sid. Whether she was real or not, that doesn’t make her any less of a ghost. What is he going to do? Google sad girls that lived in Blackridge for two months? Nah.
She’s gone.
But my new ghost is definitely real, and where I should be pointing my thoughts. Not the past.
She seemed receptive to me during the meet and greet, but she also seemed insanely nervous, so I’m curious if she’ll accept the after party invitation at all.
By the time I’m ready to perform, I make the decision to reach out to her a little more tonight, and see if I can make the crowd disappear around her like she does to me.
I can’t be the only one losing my mind here.
Chapter Seven:
SMUT
Alaina
Normally, I hate waiting for a pit to clear out. Being up front is an unbelievable experience during the show, but after, you’re the last one out. Unless you bodyslam your way to an exit, anyway, but that’s not my style. Not usually. And today, I’m particularly inclined to stay where I’m at until my heartbeat returns to normal. During the second to last song, Sebastian Kincaid walked his smoking hot ass down into the pit, made his way directly to me, grabbed my hand, kissed it, and thenfucking winked at me before making his way back up.
He’s complicating the hell out of my plan, and I can feel the walls I’ve built starting to crack. I need to be careful about this, about how I handle it and when I tell him the truth, and I can’t let myself get swept away in the process.
I can’t.
Yet as his handler squeezes his way toward me and Brooke, my stomach drops. I know what he’s going to say before he says it, and yet it still makes my fingers shake. “I trust you two know who Bash Kincaid is, yes?”
“Yes!” Brooke practically screams. “Of course we do!”
The handler smiles. “Good. He’s asked me to extend an invitation to both of you tonight. We’re headed to an afterparty not far from here.”
“Both of us?” Brooke snorts, looking a little too pleased with herself for a second, but the handler shakes his head.
“Both of you are invited to the party,” he clarifies. “Bash thought you’d be more comfortable if your friend was allowed to join, Miss...?”
Oh, that’s me. He’s looking at me.
