Page 45 of Ravaged By Lust

“She wants to tell you something,” Drake says to me, nodding to the woman who can’t get enough of him. “Come here.”

I sigh and lean in towards them.

Drake’s girl is gorgeous, but clearly one of those clout-chasing Instagram influencers who we’ve come to be very familiar with being a famous rockstar band. They slide into our beds, pussies wet, for little more than a glance in their direction. Pussy becomes cheap when you’re an international rockstar. That’s why, when a real girl like Chloe or Maddie comes along, you take them as fast as you can. That’s a lesson I should’ve learned seven years ago.

“What is it?” I ask both my band’s lead singer and the clout-chaser.

The woman admires my body up and down with a flick of her eyes. She bites her lip. “You’re so good-looking,” she whispers.

Ah. This is what she wanted to tell me. Drake’s hilarious.

“I know that,” I reply.

“I’ve got a friend I can bring over right now. A friend who I think you’ll like. She’s a bad girl who likes bad boys like you.”

Her voice is deep and sultry. At any other time and place, I would say something witty in the affirmative.

But not tonight. Not when Chloe is on my mind.

“No.”

“That’s a first,” Drake remarks, watching the girl and my interaction with a cheeky grin. “So, you’re definitely still hung over Axel’s little sister, huh?”

“You’re gonna have to be careful with where you’re going with that,” I warn him. “If I don’t beat you up for talking about Axel’s sister, then Caspian certainly will.”

“Yep,” comes the reply from behind me. Caspian’s been watching. No one disrespects a family member of Ravaged, even Drake.

The lead singer of Ravaged slaps me on the hand. “I’m just messing, Bishop.”

I scowl at him and lean back into my seat.

We drink together for the next half-hour, chatting about the performance. Drake’s the first to leave, the girl practically drooling over him.

“Have a good night,” I tell him as he leaves with her. “Enjoy.”

He shakes my hand and whispers into my ear. “No offense meant, Bishop.”

“None taken.”

“Go after her,” he tells me before he walks out the door. “But don’t you dare forget about what the number one priority is.”

I roll my eyes. “Ravaged, I know.”

“Good boy.”

“Fuck off and get your dick wet.”

Then it’s Caspian’s turn to go. Giving me a fist bump and a grunt as a farewell.

Leaving just Axel and me sitting together.

We sit in silence for a moment as I finish my drink.

Please don’t mention Chloe. Please don’t mention Chloe. Please don’t mention Chloe.

But then Axel speaks.

“I know it’s not my place, Bishop, but I think you should talk to Chloe.”