Page 3 of Sinner's Vow

Fuck, she’s beautiful. If a goddess ever walked this earth, it would be in this form. Porcelain legs stretch out from beneath my shirt, and only four of the buttons are done up. Her red hair is wild and looks a little like mine, bedroom styled.

She smiles softly when her eyes meet mine, and fuck if I know why, something flutters through me and I get this feeling of…peace. But just a moment later, her eyes slide over to the three standing outside the door. “What’s going on?” she asks.

“Tori Daniels,” she says as she steps forward and shakes the woman’s hand. “You must be Kennedy?”

She looks nervous, unsure, and she glances up at me like I’m supposed to give her some kind of comfort. But like an idiot, because I obviously am, my mouth only opens a little, searching for words, before it closes again out of loss. “It’s…nice to meet you,” she says hesitantly.

Tori simply nods. Gina looks livid. Tyler is eying this woman up and down like he doesn’t know what to think.

“So, here’s the deal,” Tori says. “That video the two of you posted has gone viral. The kind of viral you can only pray for. I hope you have a flexible schedule because we need you to finish out this tour with Sinner’s Run. We want you up on stage, with Noah.”

“What?” she blurts at the same time as me, Tyler, and Gina.

Tori glares at the lot of us. “Seems the two of you are fantastic for sales. Obviously, you can say no, but it would be wildly beneficial to the band if you’d perform with the guys. The world is already obsessed with you two.”

“I…” she stutters and looks back up at me. “I mean, we were already planning on me coming on the tour,” she says. My entire body flashes with cold heat when she says we. Shit, why can’t I remember last night? “But I’m not a singer. I’m not a performer.”

“This is totally ridiculous,” Gina says as she shakes her head. There’s complete and utter hatred in her eyes as she looks Kennedy up and down. “The tour is already half over, and as she said, this girl isn’t a performer.”

“If they can fake half the chemistry in that video, they’ll do just fine,” Tori says loudly, cutting Gina off.

Kennedy’s hands rise to lace into her hair and she lets out a sigh. “You mean we actually posted that video?” she asks with a bit of a groan.

“Sure did,” Tori states, looking down at her phone again. “And now we’re up to eighteen million views. I don’t know who the hell you are, but this is one of the best publicity stunts we ever could have orchestrated. Well done.” She slips her phone into her back pocket. “Now, we need to get going. You all need to be on a plane in an hour to Los Angeles and then onto Australia. So, Kennedy, can you do this?”

Too fast. Way too fucking fast. I need time. I need a clear head. I need to figure out what the hell is going on.

But we’re on tour. And there is no time to breathe.

Kennedy blinks twice, three times. She glances back up at me, and her expression turns into a slight glare when I give her no help. She looks back to Tori. “If it helps Noah and the guys, I’ll do what I can.”

A smile pulls on Tori’s face and she gives a satisfied nod. “Wonderful. Pack your bags. I’ll have a limo to pick you up in an hour.”

She grabs Gina by the arm, and practically drags her away, down the hall, toward the elevator. With annoyed disbelief, Tyler shakes his head. “Me and you need to have a serious conversation. Kennedy, it’s nice to meet you. I’ll talk with you more later. I’ve got to go pack.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says softly as she watches Tyler walk away. And it’s then that I realize I’ve only said one word since she woke up.

“I can’t believe we actually posted that video,” Kennedy says with a chuckle as she turns and walks away from the door, back into the room.

Like a neanderthal, I don’t say a word as I close the door and watch her walk away.

Those creamy thighs lead up to the base of the most perfect ass, covered by a pair of lacy black underwear.

And something else tugs at the back of my brain.

A perfect body. The most aroused I’ve ever been. A wild night. And definitely the best sex of my life.

There are no details, only impressions. As I watch Kennedy walk away, all of those impressions hit me hard.

When she reaches the desk, where what I assume are her clothes are thrown over the back of the chair, she turns and looks back at me. “Noah?” she asks as her brows furrow, and she looks a little worried. “You okay?”

I take a step forward, then another.

Remember, remember, you idiot, my brain screams, over and over.

I watch as her wary but happy expression falters. The light in her eyes turns to worry and the slant of her mouth becomes unsure.

I step into the room fully and stop across it from her.

“You don’t remember last night, do you?” she asks in a shaking breath.

My eyes trace down her left arm, all the way to her finger. And there, she wears a huge, glittering ring. Self-hatred and guilt rise like bile in my throat. And I can barely look her in the eyes when I tell her, “I’m sorry, I don’t.”

I didn’t think it was possible, but her face blanches, her skin going even more white, and every bit of happiness evaporates from her expression.

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