Page 25 of Ravaged For You

“Your playboy ways are getting a bit out of control,” Drake tells me. “And I know that’s rich coming from me.”

“Hang on,” I reply. “I may not be prepared to fight Caspian, but I’m sure as hell ready to take on you, Drake.”

“I’m just saying. Active Axel,” Drake explains. “You’re starting to develop a name for yourself. Even Lucas has been talking about it. It won’t help us sell albums if you get that kind of reputation. That shit sticks. What parents of teenage girls will want to buy our albums with a guy like you with your status on the cover?”

“What’s this? An ambush by my own brothers?”

Before any of them can answer, there’s a knock on our dressing room door. We’ve told security that we don’t want to be interrupted by anyone unless it’s the fucking President or a hot babe.

This turns out to be the latter.

The door opens, and it’s the emo girl from the audience tonight. The one who snagged my sweaty shirt. She’s even more sexy up close. Her black lipstick makes me instantly hard again. She takes us all in with her eyes, but her focus drops on me.

“Is this your shirt?” she asks me with a raised eyebrow, holding up the clothing I was just wearing not twenty minutes ago.

“How did you sneak past security?” I ask her.

“I have my ways…”

I turn to my fellow bandmates and smile. Oh, they know this particular smile of mine. They know precisely where this night is heading for me.

Active Axel. I gotta live up to my nickname somehow.

* * *

I’m speaking before I even open my eyes the next morning. “That was a good night,” I say.

And it most certainly was. That emo chick knows her shit. This isn’t her first rodeo, that’s for sure. She had a real hunger for me. A lust that seemingly consumed her. I love being wanted like that. I love the noises I made her make.

Fuck, that must be my problem. I’m addicted to the applause.

Both on stage and in the bedroom.

I turn over in my hotel bed, expecting to feel her body, but she’s gone.

What.

I open my eyes and search around the room. Girls don’t usually leave until I tell them to. Girls like to cuddle, even if it is for a one-night stand. I have to push them out of my bed.

But, yeah, she’s nowhere to be seen.

My hotel suite door barges open, and in walks Lucas. As usual, he’s completely undeterred by my shabby appearance, or the fact I’ve clearly just woken up.

“You know there’s such a thing as knocking?” I ask him, incredulous.

Lucas just grimaces at me and turns on the TV. He’s looking a lot more dour than usual.

“Shut up and watch this,” he barks.

“What is it?”

It takes a moment for my bleary eyes to adjust to the screen, but when I do, I actually fucking gasp.

It’s footage of me. Footage clearly taken in this very room. Just last night.

Footage of me fucking the emo girl, taken from behind and clearly on a phone. Her face is obscured, but mine definitely isn’t.

“Wait, was she filming us?” I ask, incredulous yet again.