Page 74 of Rebel

Beck elbows me, making me laugh. “I hope she makes him work for it,” she adds.

“Oh, pretty girl, you definitely would want that.” I wink as Trav and Kolton head our way, passing us drinks. “After this, how about we head home? I’m tired of the pictures and offers.”

“Offers?” Kolton frowns.

“To either fuck or get high,” I reply, only realizing then that I’m still holding Beck’s hand. She tries to tug it away, but I hold it tighter. “Don’t worry, I didn’t say yes to anyone. They can’t take the hint.” I lift our joined hands, and Trav and Kolton just smile.

“I’m proud of you,” Trav tells me. “Sure, let’s finish these and head home.”

“Is that okay with you, pretty girl?” I ask.

“Sure,” she snaps. “Unless you want to stay and party longer. I’d hate to be a cockblocker.” She tries to tug away once more, so I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my chest, dropping my head to her.

“Jealousy suits you, pretty girl,” I murmur as she elbows me again. “But I don’t want any of them, I want you, so stop being a brat, finish your drink, and let’s head home. If it will make you feel better, though, I could fuck you here.”

She elbows me again but lets me hold her hand as she pulls away, downing her drink and dropping it to the nearest table. “Then let’s go.” She turns and walks away. Trav and Kolton have no choice but to leave their drinks, not wanting to be left behind.

After all, Beck Danvers is definitely our boss.

Fuck pussy-whipped. We are Beck-whipped.

You bet your ass I follow too.

Eagerly.

THIRTY-FOUR

Idon’t know why I’m so mad. Am I annoyed that they so brazenly asked with me right there and I didn’t even notice? Yes. But jealousy? He’s an idiot if he thinks I’m jealous.

Chase can fuck whomever he wants. I don’t care. I just think it’s slimy since he finger fucked me at the award show. I ignore his eyes the whole way home, remaining silent as I work through my emotions. I’m being unfair. He didn’t show anyone interest. Hell, he didn’t even look at anyone, which isn’t like Chase. Chase is a big flirt, and anyone on two legs gets hit with it, but tonight, he stood by my side and held my hand as I spoke to Fallon.

Am I being unreasonable?

Am I really just being jealous?

Fuck if I know or even want to know.

Instead, I pull out my phone and check my messages to see Fallon texted me. My mood brightens a bit. Despite all my plans for revenge, Fallon was always an idol to me, and tonight, she became real. I saw a side of her I never expected—the true side. She’s just a woman working hard to make it in this industry, dodging the minefields, and seeing her name on my screen gives me butterflies but also makes me a little sad.

Is she truly that alone?

Part of me aches at that, wanting to protect her, so I type out a quick reply.

Fallon: It was really nice to meet you tonight, Beck. Get home safely and don’t cause too much trouble.

Beck: No trouble to be found, I’m afraid, but it was really nice to meet you. I meant what I said, and I’m here if you need a friend who doesn’t want anything from you, not even to be known because of you. I know how lonely life can feel.

Fallon: Thank you, I’d like that. How about we meet up in a few days? I could use a girls’ day.

Beck: So gossip, alcohol, and food?

Fallon: Sounds perfect to me. Have a good night, Beck.

Beck: You too :)

I drop my phone, smiling as we pull up at the house. I get out first, ignoring my name being called as I hurry inside. I need to escape these sick feelings that are only making me angrier at myself. I leave my phone on my bed and change into an oversized shirt before I scrub my makeup off and tie my hair back. When I don’t hear them anymore, like the pussy I am, I head downstairs and grab a beer before heading out back to what is becoming my comfort place.

I curl up under the quiet night sky, nursing the beer and looking out at the city.

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