Bad For Me (My Forbidden Rockstar)(9)

“Let’s just say I lost my temper.”

And then she’s gone, the mask is back up, and she starts eating her fish.

Well, fuck me, because now I’m thinking about Annabelle, or Annie, singing at the Cherry Tower and losing her temper, which somehow cost her a sweet gig.

Maybe I’ll ask around.

If I remember.

I’m sure someone knows the story.

My mom starts asking me about the new record, and I can’t help but brag about it. We’ve been on all kinds of shows, playing on the Tonight Show, and Ellen, and even out on Rockefeller Plaza for the Today Show. We’ve been flying in a private jet, which has been sweet as hell, but we’ll have a tour bus once we go on the road.

When I look up, Annabelle, I mean, Annie, is gone.

Where did she go? How did I miss her getting up?

“Where’s the bathroom?” I ask suddenly.

Cliff points down a hall, and I excuse myself and walk briskly down the hall.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, and I can’t quite explain why I said I need the bathroom when I don’t even need to take a leak.

There’s something about this girl. She’s like an enigma. Dressed all high society tonight, but talking about rocking out and getting fired from the Cherry Tower. It’s badass, and I need to know more about her.

As if to answer to my thoughts, a door opens, and she comes out. The hallway is tight, and we suddenly find our bodies nearly pressed together.

Her eyes look red, as if she’s been crying, and she gives me a nasty look.

Not how I was imagining this fantasy.

“What are you doing?” she accuses.

For once, I’m speechless.

“I’m – I’m taking a piss,” I snap, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. Shit. I didn’t mean to be so rude.

She shakes her head at herself. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

I decide to take what I want.

I press her up against the wall, and push my body hard against hers. I feel her tits soften and flatten against my chest, and her mouth pops open in surprise. I take full advantage, pushing my lips against hers, and I slide my tongue into that pink little mouth.

She tastes just as sweet as she smells, and I run my tongue over her tongue in long luscious strokes.

She still hasn’t moved, and I figure she likes it, so I slide my hands along her thin dress, and grab her hips, before rearing back and thrusting my pelvis into her.

I moan with desire.

She’d be like heaven to fuck.

She starts to move, and I know she’s responding to me now, realizing how damn good it feels.

That’s when I double over and howl with pain.





Chapter Four



Annie



I knee Dom Dresden, hard in the balls, and watch with satisfaction as he cries out in pain.

Fucking jerk!

Who the hell does he think he is?

He catches me coming out of the bathroom, after I’ve gone on a mini bender about Sid, and he has the nerve to push me against the wall and kiss me?

Okay, maybe I liked it.

A lot.

But that's the problem.

He felt so good, his strong muscular frame pressed against me, his tongue wet and warm in my needy mouth. Honestly, I feel beyond flattered, and I understand why groupies drop their panties for him. I nearly spread my legs for him right here.

But that’s what I used to do.

That’s exactly how it started with Sid. I fucked him the very first night.

And if I’m being honest, that was my MO for all the other guys, too.

But I’m not like that anymore.

And I don’t care if he’s Dom Fucking Dresden. He had no right to kiss me like that.

“You crazy bitch!” he wheezes, doubled over. “What did you do that for?”

“Maybe because your arrogant self-important ass kissed me!”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.”

What a jackass!

“I didn’t!” I hiss, even though it's a complete lie. “You might be used to getting all the tail you want, but I’m not like that!”

I feel like a fraud just saying that. I'm so glad that I look more prim and proper right now than I usually do.

“Do you know how many girls would love what just happened?” he asks crudely.

I let out a bitter laugh. “I’m sure they’re just lining up for you.”

He winces slightly at my jab, good, I don’t care to be around him one more second.

“Dickhead,” I mutter, as I turn on my heel and leave.

I sit back down at the table, and resume my dinner. Daddy and Roxie are deep in conversation, but Roxie smiles kindly at me when I return. How could she have given birth to that piece of shit back there? She seems so nice.

“Annabelle, I would really love to hear you sing. Your dad says you have a lovely voice.”