Twenty-One
When John tells me the news, my jaw drops in shock. Then Sadie rushes over to hug me. I hold her close as she goes on about how proud of me she is. Tears prick my eyes at her words, and I kiss her when she pulls back.
“You should be getting an email about the requirements for the next submission,” John explains.
“Okay,” I nod. “Thanks for stopping by to tell me. In all honesty, I’d forgotten they were announcing the finalists today.”
They laugh at this. Little do they know how sexy my forgetfulness was just now. Because I am one lucky man. John asks if I’ll listen to his next song even though we’re competing against each other, and I tell him I don’t mind at all. Then they shake my hand, say goodbye to Sadie, and take their leave. No sooner are they gone, Bianca walks in. She’s dressed to kill, but still pales in comparison to my goddess who has gone rigid at my side.
“Congratulations, Brock,” she purrs. “You deserve this.”
“You know nothing about what I deserve,” I tell her. “And you need to leave my office.”
“Roll With It wants a couple more songs for my first album,” she says. “I’ve got six solid songs. But I need your help for the rest.”
“You left with at least two dozen songs,” I grit out. “You mean to tell me that you can’t make-”
“I’ve lived with them for so long that I can’t make them work.”
“Find someone else, Bianca.”
“No one else is going to be able to match your writing style,” she snaps.
“Well, if you hadn’t stolen my work, you wouldn’t have to worry about that, would you?”
“Brock,” she chokes out. “ Please . This is my shot. I need this. I need you .”
My blood boils in my veins at the nerve she has to make a pass at me like that in front of Sadie. But before I can step forward, Sadie does. My beautiful goddess, my sweet Sadie, steps nose to nose with Bianca and handles her with a new kind of fire that reignites my desire for her.
“If you don’t get the fuck out of his office right now, I will blow the whistle on what you did to him and ruin you before you ever get started,” she growls. “You’ve taken enough from him; you’re not going to take anymore. You don’t deserve him.”
Bianca’s eyes narrow. And I know whatever she’s going to say is going to cut deep.
“Do you really think you earned his love in just a couple of weeks?” she taunts. “How do you know he’s not still writing for me?”
“Bianca,” I snap.
“No, Brock,” Sadie smiles as she holds up her hand. “She needs to know the truth.”
“And what truth is that?” Bianca smirks as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Tell me something,” Sadie grins. “How did Brock write songs when he was with you?”
Bianca smiles wide at this. But she has no idea what’s going to get lobbed back at her.
“I just needed to be in the room, and he was inspired,” she says proudly.
“Hm,” Sadie says. “That’s cute.”
“Cute?” Bianca scoffs. “That’s the stuff of fantasies.”
“Oh, bless your heart,” Sadie sighs.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, you see, when Brock writes for me, he makes our fantasies realities,” she almost moans. “Which usually means that I’m naked and he’s making me come. With whatever part of his body he chooses. That… is how he writes songs now.”
Bianca’s jaw drops at this. But Sadie isn’t finished.
“So, I’ll be damned if he’s ever going to write songs with someone else…because Brock…is… mine .”
Bianca’s eyes fill with tears at her words. When I step behind Sadie and wrap my arms around her waist, she allows me to pull her close. Then Bianca’s pained gaze turns to me.
“You’re just going to watch me struggle because of her ?”
“No,” I tell her. “You did this to yourself, Bianca. And if it’s truly what you want, you can figure things out… without me.”
Less than a year ago, the sight of tears in her eyes would have made me cave to whatever she wanted. But now, I feel nothing as she stands there with only pleading in her expression.
“Fine,” she sniffs. “Good luck in the competition. I’m sure you’ll make the top four. I…hope it all works out for you.”
Then she turns on her heel and walks out. In the next second, I move so I’m in front of Sadie. I take her face in my hands and wait for her eyes to come back to me.
“Sadie,” I breathe. “If I wasn’t already in love with you, I would have fallen just now.”
“She’s not finished with you, Brock,” she says. “You know she isn’t.”
“I don’t care,” I tell her. “I’m writing for you now, not her. Always.”
“I know,” she says firmly. “And I believe you, but…”
“No,” I tell her quickly. “Let’s go home and look at the email about the next submission. Then we’ll have dinner and make love and worry about her tomorrow. Tonight, I want to celebrate my success with the woman responsible for it.”
“I did nothing more than-”
I cut off her protest with a hard kiss. And I don’t pull back until her body is perfectly molded against mine, which earns me a delightful gasp.
“Let’s go home, my sweet Sadie,” I growl. “I need to thank you for your inspiration.”
A beautifully sexy smile lights her face at my words, and then she nods. In less than two minutes, I have what I need and take her hand to leave. I’m so worked up when we get to my place that we barely make it to the living room before I’ve stripped us and started in on the first orgasm of many.
So many that we both lose count. And we also forget all about Sadie and the new trouble she could possibly cause. Because this moment right now with my goddess is everything. And every moment thereafter will be as well, no matter what happens.