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Hayat sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “About the band?”

“About everything, Hellion.”

Chapter Nine

Hayat

Stepping into the penthouse apartment, I tried not to act too surprised by my surroundings. These three guys had an apartment on Sunset Place—and not in just any run-down building. They lived on the top floor of Carver Towers. As I entered the living room, it was hard to miss the pool that was right above the gigantic sectional. Soft blue light fluttered over the darkened room, giving it a peaceful ambiance.

“If the pool bothers you, we can close off the ceiling,” Ky said as he guided me farther into the room. “It’s just that I love lying on the couch and watching the water. I usually fall asleep out here when my mind won’t shut up.”

“No, it’s fine. I love it, actually.” I went to the coffee table, where boxes of pizza and other foods were open, kind of a buffet of Italian for us.

Jamie was already sitting on the floor, mask and makeup gone, his long blond hair pulled back into a man bun, dressed in pajama pants and an old tank top. His upper arms were covered in colorful ink that I wanted to take time to examine, trace with my fingers…and maybe my tongue. It was all intricately woven together, creating a story I wanted to read. Hear and uncover his beautiful—and not-so-pretty—secrets.

Shit.

Down, girl.

“Make yourself at home, Hellion. We’re all family now.”

I grinned, trying to play off the insta-attraction I was feeling for Jamie, and picked up a slice of the thin crust that had extra meat and veggies on it. Biting into it, I sat on the floor close to him, accepting the bottle of hard cider he offered. Either I was sleeping on their couch later or taking an Uber home.

Or maybe I could sleep between the three of them?

For fuck’s sake, Hayat. Calm your pussy down before you attack one—or all three—of the guys who just gave you the band family you always dreamed of.

Sparks walked out of the kitchen. He, too, had showered, having gotten rid of his mask and makeup. He wore long athletic shorts and an old band T-shirt that had holes in it. Grabbing a few slices of pizza and some wings to place on his paper plate, he stepped over me and took a seat in the corner of the sectional, propping his feet up with a groan of contentment.

Jamie was still giving off those golden retriever vibes, especially with that blond hair and his sweet smile. But Sparks wasn’t nearly as asshole-with-a-stick-up-his-ass without his stage persona gear on. His dark hair was cut short, the slightest cleft in his chin that I wanted to taste.

He obviously had Latin heritage with those brown eyes and the symmetrical shape of his face, his features chiseled. His eyes weren’t nearly as cold when he winked at me. Damn, these guys were hot. No wonder they hid behind the Autumn’s Slumber personas. Otherwise, they would be mobbed as soon as they took the stage.

A feral-like growl started to rumble in my chest, but I quickly coughed to hide the jealousy that tried to blind me and rip my chest apart, thinking of any of my Autumn’s Slumber boys being with someone else.

They were mine now.

Mine and only mine.

All of them.

Inhaling sharply, I tried to push that possessive bitch back into the compartment in my head where she belonged, but she was already fighting me.

Ky, still in his band outfit, with full makeup and mask, watched the three of us for a moment before grumbling something about taking a shower. I would have loved to have taken one myself, but there hadn’t been time to go all the way back to Malibu for a shower.

I’d rinsed off in my dad’s office, cleaning my face and washing off most of the sweat with a hand towel before changing into fresh clothes. My favorite pair of black sweats, a push-up white bralette, and a black hoodie that I’d turned into a crop top and cut lines in to show off my bralette. Folding one foot under me, I watched Ky walk away while picking a piece of pepperoni off my pizza.

If Abi weren’t studying so hard for her finals, I would have already been blowing up her phone. With the excitement of becoming Autumn’s Slumber’s new drummer. All the chaos of Wes taking my Havoc persona public. But most of all, the major way I was crushing on Ky—and the other two band members.

For a moment, I wondered how big of a slut that made me, then mentally shrugged it away. That didn’t matter to me. I wanted them. All three of them. If the world wanted to trash-talk and call me names, it wouldn’t be any different from any other day of the week.

“What are we watching?” Jamie asked, flipping through the menu for several different subscriptions on a screen that took up three-fourths of one wall. “You a horror and gore chick? Rom-com? Action? I’m good with just about anything, as long as it isn’t some kind of period type of shit.”

Sparks snorted before taking a long pull from his bottle of beer. “Don’t buy that BS, Hellion. The last girl Jamie was into, she wanted to watch Bridgerton. He got bored with her halfway through the first season, but he still watches the show when he’s alone. He cries during Queen Charlotte every time.”

Seeing the tips of Jamie’s ears turn pink, I tossed a piece of sausage at Sparks. “She didn’t go over the wall, you ass. Of course we’re going to sob about that every damn time.”

Jamie leaned forward, his eyes glowing as they traced over my face, a sweet, almost heartbreaking look filling his handsome features. Damn it, he was so beautiful, and I was so tempted to lean forward and taste his lips. “You get it.”

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