Chapter 10
TEN
I’m parked in a spot right outside the entrance to Cameron’s apartment building, smoking a cigarette, waiting for Prue to join me.
I spent most of the day sleeping to starve off a hangover. It worked well enough that I decided to go out again tonight. My plan was to either throw myself another pity party or find some girl to take mercy on me.
Honestly, after Prue’s freak out, I was left feeling pretty low. I shouldn’t complain, the girl got me off. Maybe not in my preferred way, but cumming down her throat is nothing to whine about.
I felt bad for pushing her to her breaking point. I wish I knew what I did wrong. Instead, I tried to respect her wishes to be left alone. I didn’t bother her for an answer.
I needed to find myself some other girl to distract me from Prue.
That’s what I told myself as I was getting ready to go comb through my regular bars.
Just needed to find a girl who was the opposite of her.
Maybe a blond with dark eyes. Or someone with jet-black hair and brown eyes.
Someone who’d fawn over me. Make me feel like the famous rock star I am, not the asshole I also happen to be.
Then she messaged me.
I really did try to stick to my plan. Spent a good few minutes trying to remind myself why getting involved with her was a bad idea.
I even texted Wes to see if he had a minute to chat.
Hoping he could remind me why girls with drama are a bad idea for a guy like me. When he didn’t reply, my resolve broke.
I called her, because if her voice sounded too pained, I thought it would remind me why I wasn’t good for her.
Remind me the broken can’t save the broken.
However, once I heard her voice, the opposite happened.
Even when she got annoyed with me, there was a layer of fear in her voice that made my heart ache.
Left me no choice but to run to her rescue.
She needed someone and called me. Clearly her circle of friends is very limited, if she is reduced to relying on me. I couldn’t deny her help.
If it came down to needing to kill her shitty ex, I’m not sure I wouldn’t capitalize on the opportunity. It’s not like I have a lot to lose, and being Prue’s knight in shining armor seemed like a fitting way to end my miserable existence.
The idea of spending the night with her didn’t sound so bad either. Whisking her away to safety, filling her up on good food and drinks, sounds like a lot of fun. I can’t wait to have her insulting me in the most painful ways. It’s a nice mixture of a fun time and a pity party all in one.
I think I’ve gotten addicted to her licks.
Not just the ones that traced my cock, but the venom in her words.
They sting so good. It feels good to have someone else hurting me for a change.
She doesn’t know none of what she says can compare to the things I tell myself every day, but I do enjoy watching her try to break me.
I get down to the end of the cigarette before realizing it’s been a decent amount of time since I heard from her. I’m aware she is a girl. Girls have a problem with getting ready on time but given the circumstances and her lack of desire to impress me, I think she would be down by now.
I call her phone, but it just rings twice before going to voice mail.
Nothing about this feels right. Cursing LA traffic under my breath, I climb out of my car.
Marching to the door of the building, I glance around the lobby through the glass door. I spot some guy in a suit leaning against the wall by the stairs. He looks far too much like some jerk who would hang around with her ex.
I pull out my phone, grateful she included the apartment number in her text message.
Pulling the door open, I let it slam shut behind me. The guy in the suit glances at me, eyeing me up and down. He must not have a good taste in music, because he doesn’t seem to know who I am or consider me a threat. He glances down rather quickly.
Little does he know I fight much better than it would seem.
Walking past him, I decide to take the stairs to get a better lay of the land. I stroll up the maze of stairs and hallways until I’m at the third floor. Reading numbers of doors that make no sense to me. I finally see apartment 310, which is closer to 314 than I’ve been.
It’s then that I hear a crash a few doors up and across the hall. I speed walk toward it. I know it’s not a good thing to hear given the situation. Dread crawls up my neck.
The door reads 314, which happens to be the one she sent me. It’s shut, so I tap on it. The low shouting on the other side isn’t aimed at me, leaving me no choice.
Closing my eyes and cracking my neck, I suck in a deep breath. A lawsuit is the last thing I need right now, but there is no way in hell I’m just walking away from a woman in need. So much for not getting involved. Past Ben would be annoyed, and unfortunately for future Ben, he has a right to be.
I grip the handle and shove the door open, my eyes sweeping over the scene before me.
He has her pinned against the wall, her wrists trapped above her head, his face inches from hers as he murmurs words I don’t bother trying to catch.
My gaze drops to the scratch on his cheek. Looks like she tried to fight back.
Good girl. Not that she is any match for him. I’m barely a match for him. He is tall and bulky. He has the money for steroids and endless bottles of prework out powder.
“Hello,” I say, shutting the door behind me. I don’t need witnesses.
Both heads snap in my direction. Her eyes widen, even as they spill tears.
“Listen, dude, this doesn’t involve you,” he says to me. “You shouldn’t be messing with another guy’s girl anyways.”
“I’m not your…” He cuts her off by slamming his hand over her mouth.
Any chance of leaving without blood on my hands is dwindling.
“She is just angry with me, but we are going to work that out.” he continues. There is a threat laced in his voice.
“Yeah. I don’t think so,” I say, taking a step closer. He doesn’t like my movement, tensing up, and forcing that tension against Prue.
More tears drip down Prue’s face. It shifts something inside of me. I haven’t been the nicest to her, but seeing her cry like this, with another person’s hands on her, fills me with a rage I didn’t think I had in me.
Though as much as I want to kill this fucking prick right now, I know Prue doesn’t need to see more violence, especially from me. I don’t want her to associate me with violence. I’d much rather she associates me with pleasure.
But in my gut, I know she isn’t going to handle the fact I’ve witnessed this very well.
She wants to be strong and brave. She likes to act like she is the things I called her that first night.
Enjoys the idea she holds some power over me, even if it’s just from the fact she sucks dick better than anyone else I’ve come across.
Now that I’m seeing her vulnerable and weak, she is going to try to push me away even harder.
The insults she is going to hurl after this are going to hurt, but the price of my pain is nothing compared to saving her from this jackass.
“Dude, just leave,” he snaps at me. I kind of wish I knew his name right now, but it’s probably best I don’t. I’d be bound to track him down and ruin his whole existence if I knew it.
“No. I think you should leave,” I counter.
“Me? I’m her fucking boyfriend. You’re just a guy in a semi famous band who her parents would be ashamed to hear she fucked.”
“Ha.” I laugh. I half wish his words were true. Not sure I’m going to be able to fuck her after this. “Please take your hands off her.”
“This doesn’t involve you, man,” he groans.
“It kind of does.”
“Why? Cause you fucked her? She’s just a slut, and while I can’t say I blame you for hitting it, you need to let it go. She is going to be my wife one day.”
“I highly doubt that.” I slide closer. I don’t want to spook him too much, but I want to get closer to her. “Also, to be fair, I haven’t fucked her. Not yet anyways, but when I do, she won’t ever think about you again.” I smirk when his eyes pop out at my comment.
His hands fall from her body, as he turns toward me. The point was to get his attention on me so Prue could get away, but she doesn’t move. She stays pressed to the wall. Her eyes haven’t left me, but they are miles away. I doubt she is aware of what is happening around her.
Disassociating is probably the best thing for her to do right now. Let her mind block out this situation with something pleasant. I know firsthand how helpful that can be. If you block out the hell around you, it makes it easier to pretend it didn’t happen in the first place.
“Do you really want her that bad? You have access to models, porn stars, fucking Abbey Dark.”
“Abbey is Wes’s girl.” I shrug.
“Like you don’t share.” He rolls his eyes. “Why are you so into what’s mine?”
“Prue isn’t yours.” I laugh. “And what can I say, I like a good challenge.”
“I’ll give you that much. Prue is a fucking challenge, that’s for sure.” His eyes dart back to her. I use this moment to move closer. “But she is mine.”
“No. She isn’t. I really think you should leave now.”
“I’m not leaving until she puts on that fucking dress and comes with me,” he yells into her face. She flinches, but her eyes don’t stray from me.
“Okay,” I say, moving even closer. I’m right next to her now.
Her ex glares at her, nostrils flaring, as she continues not to look at him.
“Hey, Prue?” I speak softly. Her eyes regain focus at the sound of my voice saying her name.
“Can you go put on that dress for me?” She blinks, processing my words.
“I’m going to have a nice chat with this prick and make sure he knows better than to ever lay a finger on you again, okay? So go put on that dress while we talk?”