Cas Wilder kissed me on the cheek earlier tonight. I stare at him in awe, allowing the moment to sink in, basking away in my glory...until the bubble of bliss pops, and I realize that means Cas Wilder took a picture with me and posted it to my story.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
“Be cool,” Roxy hisses, elbowing me hard in the side.
It knocks the breath out of me, and Cas chuckles, low and throaty, amusement lacing his tone. I should probably be embarrassed, but I think most of me is in shock. It’s incredibly tempting to reach in my pocket and whip out my phone, but I also don’t want him to think I’m trying to snap a picture of him standing there. Would that be weird? Maybe—I probably should refrain from acting on this impulsive urge. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to, though. I make a mental note to check my social media, and I hope for the best later. I’m not looking forward to…
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Did he seriously just create a fake-dating situation by calling me his bae, or are we here so he can threaten us with lawyers and promise never to breathe a word to anyone because his woman is actually here tonight and he can’t risk her finding out about me? I could be the other woman. I could be the whole damn problem in this scenario.
Blood rushes in my ears. “Are you okay?” Roxy asks, but it sounds muffled.
Sensing my distress, she leads me to the couch as she asks confidently, “Do you mind if we sit down?”
“Please do. As I said, it was not my intention to keep you waiting. I apologize for not being present to greet you when Allen dropped you off.”
Is this why the VIP event was canceled? I look to Roxy for moral support, and she winks at me. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “I still owe you from when I froze up meeting my favorite voice actor last year at the big comic book expo in California.”
Great. She thinks I’m star-struck, but right now my only choice is to go along with it.
“Why did you invite us here?” I demand, suddenly filled with enough curiosity to reply to him.
“Don’t be rude,” Roxy mutters in my ear.
“I’m not. But this is weird,” I hiss.
“How so?”
“Well, that’s the guy from the hallway earlier…” I start to confess.
“Shut the fuck up,” Roxy gasps.
“Yeah,” I whimper. “But, Rox—“
“Uh-huh,” she answers.
“I think I fucked up big time.”
“Why’s that?” Roxy groans.
“I took a selfie with him before the show, and he posted it to my story.”
“Vivienne!” Roxy shouts, no longer caring about being quiet.
Cas just stands there smirking like he knows I’ve figured it all out at last. He winks, then gives a smug shrug of one shoulder. I think I’m going to need a new pair of panties because that was fucking hot.
Chapter five
The boys do exactly what they were told. Flirt with her friend, maintain control over the situation, and eventually leave me alone with the woman I just canceled a VIP experience for. My eyes roam her body freely, taking in every detail as my obsession grows. Sure, I’ve hooked up with fans before. I’m Cas fucking Wilder. I do what I want, when I want, how I want. But there’s something about her that just feels different—like this one time won’t be enough. I already crave more of her after ten minutes alone. Her presence makes me reckless. Weak. Impulsive. I refunded tickets and cancelled an experience on the opening night of the tour. There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind...I’m thinking with my dick.
My drummer, Braxton, catches my eye, stands to leave, and tugs Roxy along with him. “How about we go back to the hotel?” he suggests. “We can bring Shawn with us. He can keep you warm on the drive over.”
Her friend giggles, and the two exchange a flurry of whispers before she flashes Vivienne a wink and walks away with Braxton and Shawn. We sit in silence for a few minutes, until I’m sure everyone else has gone.
Looking over at her, I lean back into the couch. “That’s better. Now I have you all to myself.”
She looks at me, stunned.
“What’s wrong, Vivienne? You look surprised?”
