I realized that my new life in Vegas was exactly what I needed. New friends, a new job, and hundreds of miles from Wes. If he would stop texting, maybe I could put it behind me finally. I knew many women took time to heal, and we all had our different ways to do it, but I was the type that didn’t linger on things that were out of my control. My mom raised me to be a strong individual. I wasn’t healed, but I was moving forward with my life. Damaged, but not broken.
I hadn’t told my step-dad where I was going, and I told him I would give him a call once I was settled. I needed to call him. I’m sure he was worried about me. I would just tell him I was in California or hell, Alaska. That way, if Wes tried to follow, he might freeze his dick off. That would teach him.
I’d sworn Bee to secrecy about where I was going. When I’d talked to her earlier this week, she told me that she hadn’t breathed a word to anyone.
Thank God.
I knew I could trust Bee. She was my best friend after all. She knew how important starting my new life was to me.
Walking across the bar to our table, I did one final glance at the stage. The lights were dim, but all of the equipment was in place. I could hardly wait. They were going to be freaking great.
I walked back over to the table and Luka gave me the once over. “Girl, you look smoking in your red dress. And look at those killer leopard wedge sandals. Girl, you are rocking. These boys aren’t going to know what to do with themselves tonight with you burning up the place. Simply, the lady in red.”
I actually blushed and felt all eyes on me, and I looked away embarrassed as hell. Being center of attention wasn’t something that I exactly relished. “Thanks, Luka.”
Looking over to the stage, I saw fog billowing in the air. Mags squealed and then took my hand and drug me to the dance floor with her before the music had even started. There were lots of people already gathered around the stage.
Out of nowhere, the guys had taken the stage. From what I could see of Damien, he was shirtless and his tattoos were on display. He had on low slung jeans with holes in them and a pair of black converse. He looked freakin’ edible as hell. His hair was in a mess on his head, but he was totally rockin’ the look with utter confidence.
They started playing and I instantly recognized the song. Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes. It was an all-time great song and instantly, got all of us in front of the stage dancing. I noticed there were people out here from all lifestyles and they were dressed in various fashions. I almost felt a little over dressed.
The lead singer was belting it out and he had an amazing voice, but it was odd that he hadn’t turned around. He had his back to the audience, which I thought was rather uncharacteristic of a lead singer. They normally jumped around on the stage and captured the audience.
Mags leaned into me. “Didn’t I tell you they were awesome?” I wondered how much she had to drink, because she was already much looser than I was. Her words were slightly slurred, which was a good indication.
“Yeah, they’re fantastic,” I shouted.
The next song started pouring through the amps. It was Closer by Nine Inch Nails. The lead singer had left the stage and Damien began to sing. He had the most unbelievably sexy voice. The way he sang the song with such raw passion left me breathless. The tingling in my stomach decided to make a trip south. Right between my legs. He was a talent to be reckoned with. I just stood there—no longer dancing and in a complete trance—as I watched him passionately sing into the microphone. The lyrics were dripping sex, but the way he sang—.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Not one single minute.
I stared at him intently, and then he found me in the crowd and our eyes locked. It was like he was singing directly to me. The song was coming to a close. He sang the last words of it and never broke eye contact with me and then it ended.
“Thanks for coming out everybody. We are The Fade. We’ll be back in thirty so don’t go anywhere.” Damien finished speaking and then winked at me. My panties melted a little more. You keep telling yourself that, Sydney. We all know better.
I quickly got my head on straight and followed my group back to our table. A light sheen of sweat was on my chest and the back of my neck. I lifted my hair up off my neck trying to get some air circulating. A drink was in tall order at the moment. Reaching the table, I picked up the water that I had ordered earlier and drank it down. I was so parched.
The waiter approached us, so we ordered another round of drinks, and of course, another water to quench my thirst.
The guys from the band made their way into the bar, and I watched as several girls approached Damien. They were falling all over him, flaunting their fake boobs, and rubbing on him. He just ate it up. Truly, it was a bit disgusting. There was no telling what kind of disease he could pick up from some of these slutty looking girls. Did I just think that? Yes, indeed, I did. This was a case of the green-eyed monster. I bet if I looked in the mirror that my hair would be green and bushy like a troll doll.