Page 7 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

“Stay here with me.”

It’s not what I wanted to say, but with the alcohol swimming through my veins, that’s what came out. I hold my breath, waiting patiently for her answer, and she takes a calming breath before spinning around to face me.

Her eyes glitter so beautifully under the pale light from my bathroom, like it’s exactly what she wanted me to say, but the shine is replaced with a glare that ruins the moment.

“That’s highly unacceptable, Mr. Knight. Please get some rest, for both of our sakes. Goodnight.”

Then, she walks out, and I’m left thinking about what it would’ve been like to have her lying next to me. There’s still something about her that seems familiar like I’ve met her before, but I can’t figure out from where.

Maybe once the alcohol wears off, it will come to me.

3

Mia

When I get into my room, another vivid image of my night with Evan pops into my head.

After talking with him for hours, I couldn’t help but allow Evan to take me away from the large crowd gathered around us in the club.

“I’ve been hoping you’d let me whisk you away, Summer,” he rasps into my ear as he leads us through the exit and toward a blacked out Audi sitting in front of the club.

When I couldn’t find Kenzie, who likely disappeared with her next conquest, I had to reluctantly make my way back to the bar where Evan was still sitting. He had mentioned not knowing my name, again, so I gave him one that would ease his curiosity.

Instead of telling him my real name, Mia, I gave him a shorter version of my last name – Summers.

I’d feel bad about it if I thought I would ever see him again but, by the confident way he approached me, I’m willing to bet nights like this are a common occurrence for him.

I eye the vehicle, noting the freshly waxed shine coating the paint, and glance at him with a raised brow. “Your ride?”

He shrugs, then opens the passenger for me and I slide into it with no hesitation – that’s what happens when you’ve had three fruity drinks and you allow him to take you onto the dance floor. I’m surprised when the engine purrs to life and, right before he turns into traffic, his hand falls onto my thigh.

Almost like it’s normal between the two of us.

It doesn’t surprise me that my pussy throbs in response to his fingers digging into the apex of my thigh, leaving their invisible mark on me while he coasts slowly down the busy street.

The ride is silent, only the honking surrounding us to cut through the growing tension, and he finally makes a right turn into a garage before pulling into an empty parking space. He turns the engine off, but doesn’t make a move to get out of the car.

Instead, he glances at me, his green eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation, but it’s not something I can give. If the alcohol I’ve consumed wasn’t giving me the courage I’ve got now, this would be an entirely different moment.

I dart my gaze from his to his full lips, which have been catching my attention most of the night. I’ve been wondering what they feel like, imaging their softness, and now I can finally see if I was right.

When I look back up into his eyes, there’s a darker hue swirling in his irises and his hand moves from my thigh to my hip. The short dress I’m wearing is already ridden up, thanks to it being entirely too small for my body – Kenzie swore this would get me the attention I deserve – and that seems to catch his attention for a brief moment.

My breath stalls in my throat when he slowly leans forward, eyes closing, and I stay frozen in place in front of him. I’ve never been the type to have one night stands, but Kenzie told me this was the best way to get over the stress of my life and I listened to her.

Instead of feeling like this will be a one night stand, I’ve found myself wanting to listen to Evan’s deep voice all night as he spills his life story to me.

That’s not something I can let him know, though – this would be over before I could blink.

His lips brush against mine, soft at first, but before I can get my breathing under control he’s taking over my entire body. His lips feel like heaven, tongue piercing through my parted lips like he can’t get enough of me, and I invite him in with open arms.

“Mm,” Evan hums against my mouth, then pulls away.

My chest rises and falls rapidly with my ragged breaths, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off him.

He grabs hold of my hand, pressing his lips against my knuckles in a way that throws me off – is that normal one night stand behavior? Hell if I know. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as he drops my hand and climbs out of the car.

I’m really doing this.

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