Break The Bed(22)

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? You're not a fucking number to me."

She stared at him coldly.

"Please let me go."

He looked down at his hands. He was gripping her shoulders tightly. He forced his hands to relax.

She stepped away so quickly that it was like a punch to the gut. He knew he had lost her. He felt like someone had just stabbed him, right in the chest.

"Please don't do this, Brina. Please.”

She didn't look at him, just continued packing until she zipped up her bag. Then she stood up and looked straight into his eyes.

"We both knew this wasn't going anywhere, Mr. Falcon. I just got a little reminder as to why. Courtesy of your road crew."

"I'll bloody kill them! What did they say?"

"It's not their fault really, is it? They were just stating the facts."

"Please, tell me, Sabrina. Tell me so I can fix it."

“Can you go back in time and not sleep with three thousand women?”

His jaw dropped.

"You can't fix this, Mr. Falcon. It's not your fault. It's mine. You can't change who you are. I'm the foolish one for thinking you had."

"Stop bloody calling me that! I'm Nick, remember?"

He held her by the shoulders again. He could see her eyes were full of unshed tears. And hurt. He'd caused her terrible pain somehow. Slowly he released her, feeling like his insides were twisted in a knot.

She picked up her bag and rolled it toward the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"To get a hotel room. Did you think I was leaving? I can't leave, remember? You made sure of that. And I still have a job to do."

She stared at him proudly, holding back tears.

"Unless you want to call Jerry and release me from this joke. I'd- I'd like to go home."

He stared at her, full of pain and rage. She was taking the only thing that mattered to him away. Herself. He gritted his teeth and shook his head slowly. If he had nothing to live for, why should she get off so easily?

"Hell no."

She stared at him as if he was the lowest form of life known to man.

Maybe he was.

He heard the door close behind her. He stared blindly around the room.

That's when he saw it. His gifts. They were all there. Every bloody one. Even the jewelry, neatly set out in the boxes they’d come in. Of course she’d saved the bloody boxes.

She'd left behind all the things he had bought her.

He strode across the room to the bar.





Chapter 48





Sabrina





Sabrina dabbed makeup under her eyes. She'd been crying and it showed. The last thing she wanted to do was give him the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt her.

It was a week since they'd broken up, if you could call it a break up. One horrible week.

They'd been in Sweden for two days. Nick's concert was later that night. She had to go upstairs to make sure he was prepared. Well, that wasn't true exactly.

He'd sent Marley to demand her presence.

Nick had been doing a lot of that recently. Demanding. At first, he'd called her upstairs and tried to bargain with her, to win her back. She knew he just wanted her back in his bed.

It was all a game to him. One he didn't like loosing. But she wasn't moved.

Then he'd started taking revenge. He was obviously miserable and wanted to maker her feel that way too. He didn’t have to worry on that account. She was absolutely gutted and doing her best to hide it.

Nick was… not a nice person when he was upset. He did everything in his power to rock her boat, deliberately making her life difficult.

He made her ride with him to Berlin but after six uncomfortable hours of silence, he informed her she could ride with the band to Sweden. She'd booked herself a flight and met them there at the Grand Hotel Stockholm instead.

For every move he made, she had a countermove. But the strain was taking a toll on her. She would never admit it but he was wearing her down. It wouldn't be long before she fell back into his arms.

Besides, she missed him.

So much it was eating her up inside.

She knew she looked awful. She knew she’d lost weight. She doubted he even wanted her back after everything that happened.

It was hard to tell, to be honest.

He'd been drunk and belligerent almost constantly since she'd called things off. Somehow he still drew her to him like a moth to a flame. Now she was worried about him as well. And dreaded being forced to watch him take the constant parade of groupies up on their offers of no strings sex. So far he'd turned them all down as far as she could tell, but it was just a matter of time.

He was a rock star after all. What were a few dozen lays on top of thousands of sexual encounters? He’d break and it would be soon.

She pulled on her blazer and prepared to face him again. She wasn't sure how many more times she could do this before she begged him to take her back. She could feel herself wanting to do it. She was close to doing anything, possibly even humiliating herself in front of him.

She took the elevator up to the penthouse and pressed the buzzer. Marley smiled at her sadly as he opened the door. There was something apologetic in his eyes as she walked past him.

In just a second she saw why. Nick was shirtless and working out, doing pushups in the middle of the floor. Empty champagne bottles were everywhere.

So were girls.

Three of them to be exact, none of them wearing much to cover their young, firm bodies. Sabrina did a double take. They were triplets. Three blond, very buxom triplets.

She felt an odd twisting feeling deep inside. She stared down at the floor, grasping her leather folio to her chest. Then she opened it and pulled out the schedule for the next few days.

Inside, she felt like she was dying.





Chapter 49





Nick





Nick watched Sabrina's face carefully. She was standing there, stiffer than a statue. He was hoping for more of a reaction than this. That's why he'd had Marley let the bloody girls in to begin with.

He was going to make her jealous. Show her that he could have any woman he wanted. And he’d chosen her.

It was time for her to toe the bloody line!

She lifted her eyes and crossed the room to him, holding out a piece of paper. He stood up and leisurely wiped himself down with a towel, making her stand there and wait.

His eyes drank in the sight of her. He frowned, realizing how fragile she looked. Thinner. Like she hadn’t been eating. Pale. Like she hadn’t been sleeping much either.

And she was still the loveliest thing he’d ever seen.

She'd been avoiding him all week, driving him to take more and more drastic measures in his attempts to win her back. He took a perverse pleasure, prolonging the opportunity to look her over, to refresh his memory of what had slipped through his fingers.

What he had lost.

That's when he saw it. Her hand was shaking. His eyes jumped to hers, boring into them. She was fighting back tears.

He knew it.

She still wanted him. Maybe even loved him a little. Even if she didn't want to admit it.

There was something so heartbreaking about her standing there. She looked like she might shatter into a thousand pieces if he touched her.

Damn it, he might have pushed this too far.

He took the paper from her and glanced at it. Anything to get her hand to stop shaking.

"This looks fine. Thanks."

"Good. Then I'll just-"

He stared at her while she floundered for words. Sabrina was never at a loss for words. She stared at him for another moment. Then she just nodded and turned away.

"Sabrina- wait-"

But she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the triplets. The girls were giggling and preening on the couch, their clothes barely covering their ample assets. He hadn't fucked them. Wasn't going to. But there was no way for her to know that. Or any reason for her to come to any conclusion other than the obvious one.

Damn it.

"Sabrina."

She faced him. Her smile was overbright, forced. He could tell she was hurt but she also looked relieved somehow. After all, he'd just proven her right, hadn't he?

"Have a good show tonight, Mr. Falcon."

He was frozen, just watching as she left the room. Marley came back in and gave him a look of supreme disappointment. Nick knew exactly how he felt.

He bloody well hated himself.

He had ten days before the European leg of the tour was over. He had time to win her back. He'd tell her tonight that nothing had happened with the girls. That she was the only one he wanted.

That she was the only one he ever wanted, for the rest of his ife.

"Get rid of them."





Chapter 50





Sabrina





Sabrina walked quickly back to her hotel room. She refused to cry until she was safely inside.

She'd been right about him all along.

She was a fool and a glutton for punishment.

She tried to stop the images racing through her mind. Those girls all over him like a swarm. Nick kissing them, touching them.

Fucking them.

She lost the battle, tears streaming down her face as she ran to her room on a lower floor. She'd specifically asked for a room as far from his as possible. So she didn't have to see girls coming and going. But he'd made sure she knew. He made sure she saw.

It was her punishment for rejecting him.

As soon as she was through the door, she heard her phone was ringing. She must have left it here when she went upstairs.

Nick had her so distracted that she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on.

She ran across the room but the ringing stopped by the time she got there. She glanced at the screen. She'd missed three calls.

All from the same number.

Her aunt.

Oh God.

A feeling of dread filled her. She sat on the edge of the bed and called her aunt back.