Page 6 of Fractured Destiny

“Now.” He turns me toward the crowd. “Go work the room. I’m heading home to my girls. Call me tomorrow.”

Moving through the crowd isn’t my favorite part of the gig, but it’s necessary. Connecting with the people who came to see me. I give enough to keep them interested. Nothing personal. Surface level only.

Twenty minutes later and the adrenaline still hasn’t dropped.

My attention snaps to the far end of the bar. A woman is watching me intently over the rim of her glass and doesn’t look away when I catch her in the act.

Instead, she lifts her glass in a toast.

Without thinking, I return the gesture.

Weird.

I've spent enough nights around beautiful women to know the difference between attraction and curiosity. This isn't either one. Every instinct tells me to walk across the room.

Holding her gaze, I keep my own glass held high. Three seconds. Four.

With a brilliant smile, she nods a half inch in my direction and licks her lips.

My heartbeat does something stupid. I down the last of my whisky, eyes still locked with hers. Her red-tipped fingertip travels up to her mouth and she sucks her finger.

I swear I can feel her mouth wrapped around my cock.

Fuck, she’s exquisite. Expensive. The thousand-dollar drape of designer fabric. A Cartier watch. Perfect makeup. This woman is easily the classiest person in here and, even though I usually hook up with anyone I want, suddenly I don’t feel worthy.

She crosses the floor toward me, unhurried. The crowd parts as though she paid them to give her access to me.

As she closes the distance, lyrics to every song I haven’t written fill my brain. It’s almost like I already know she’s gonna change my life.

Now, she’s in front of me.

Fuck.

Electricity zings from her body into mine in waves of heat and lust.

Red dress is gonna ruin me.

I’m enjoying every last second..

two

The Same Night

Lake Lyon’s thigh is a strip of fire against mine.

Everything about him is perfect, from his soft blond curls to his smooth cocoa skin. I want to climb inside his smell. Cedar and a sweetness I can’t place. The pressure of his palm on my thigh under my dress sends bright threads up my spine.

When his fingers graze my pussy, I nearly come on the spot.

Even though I promised myself I would never do something like this again, tonight the loneliness got to me. The temptation to lose myself was too strong. I took a molly before I got to The Mission and from the second this man started to play, I was doing the math on how fast I could get him to fuck me.

When it comes to men, I always get what I want. One thing’s for sure, I’m gonna ride this man’s cock all night.

He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever decided to ruin.

“How far is your place, I’m horny.” I spread my legs to give him better access.

He moans, “Three minutes.”