Page 29 of Sixty Days Of Summer

Chapter 11

Ace

Fuck me. I can’t stop thinking about yesterday. It was fucking insane. No girl has ever gotten to me the way Scarlet did. I’m always the one in control, but the way she rode my cock and reveled in it—God, I’ve replayed it in my head a hundred times, sometimes with my cock in my hand. Who would’ve thought that shy, sexy little blonde could make me lose my shit like that? Well, fuck, that’s a new one.

I’ve been with plenty of women, sometimes even more than one at a time, and none of them ever made me feel the way she did. All the filthy things they’ve done, the stuff I’ve seen—it doesn’t compare to how she blew my fucking mind yesterday.

When it was over, I didn’t know what the fuck to say because I didn’t know how to handle what I was feeling. And yeah, I know I broke the bro code again. But that hot-as-fuck moment with her—I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Still, there was this awkward tension between us after, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.

I snap out of my haze when I hear my phone ping. Moving over to the countertop where I left it, I flip it over to see a message from Xander.

Xander:You need to come over here, now.

Fuck. Has he found out I was with Scarlet again? My heart kicks up a notch, and I quickly type back.

Ace:Why?

As my fingers hover over the screen, I feel the weight of yesterday’s events crashing back into me. There’s no way he could possibly know. Right? I grip my phone, heart pounding, praying like fuck that Xander hasn’t found out about what went down with Scarlet. No, if he knew, there’d be no texts—he’d show up here, ready to knock me on my ass.

I exhale the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding and stare at the screen. The bubbles flicker for a moment before his message pops up.

Xander:Band meeting about the press conference today.

I slump against the counter, relief flooding through me, but my pulse is still racing. I inwardly groan. I’ve been riding highon the afterglow of yesterday’s wild session with Scarlet, and now Xander’s dragging me back to reality with this paparazzi bullshit. Just my fucking luck.

Slipping my phone into my pocket, I head for the door, already thinking of some bullshit excuse to dodge the press. After that mess with the asshole photographer, there’s no way I’m dealing with the media right now. Xander can handle it—he’s been through enough of this crap, especially after the scandal with the underage girl that Reg, that piece of shit, set up during our Australian tour.

I walk down my front steps and stroll towards Xander’s place.

Up ahead, I spot Theo stepping out of his house. Pausing on the front steps, he glances back toward the door. Scarlet appears, enjoying a slice of toast, her tousled hair falling around her shoulders as if she had just got out of bed. She looks stunning, as usual. As I watch her take a bite of toast, memories of what her mouth did to me yesterday flood my mind, and I feel my cock twitch.

Fuck. I quickly turn my head, forcing the thoughts out of my mind. Now’s definitely not the time to be thinking about that, especially with the guys around. They know me too damn well—they’d figure out something’s up in no time.

When I reach Xander’s house, I take the front steps, two at a time and swing open the door without bothering to announce my arrival. I cut through the front room and head straight for the kitchen. Scattered music sheets on the grand piano tell me that Poppy’s been messing around with her favorite songs again. The floor is littered with Alex’s LEGO pieces. Now, the place feels more like a home, filled with a welcoming atmosphere that is worlds away from the cold empty vibe when Xander was living here alone.

I walk into the kitchen and spot Xander hunched over the counter, focused on a pile of papers with his half-eaten breakfast beside him.

"Whatever the fuck you're thinking, I’m not doing it," I say, cutting right to the chase.

Xander straightens up, hits me with that look—the one that says, "You’re fucking doing it." He doesn’t even need to say a word, just raises an eyebrow like he’s completely unimpressed. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes locked on me with that mix of annoyance.

I scowl, crossing my arms. “I’m not in the fucking mood to deal with this media shit. I’ve got more important things to do, like finishing our damn album.”

Behind me, I hear voices growing louder—Theo and Scarlet are on their way in. But I keep my eyes locked on Xander, letting him see exactly how pissed I am.

As Xander sets his coffee cup down with a resounding clink, Theo and Scarlet enter.

The atmosphere shifts with their arrival. Theo flashes me that cocky smirk of his, his eyes gleaming with confidence, while Scarlet’s restless gaze darts between me and Xander, like she’s waiting for someone to snap.

“Quick, take a seat, Scar,” Theo says with that annoying grin. “It’s pretty entertaining watching these two fuckers go at it.”

I shoot him a glare, but his smug grin just makes it worse.

“No one’s going at it,” Xander snaps, clearly fed up with Theo’s bullshit. He grabs his coffee and the stack of papers, then strides over to the table where Theo and Scarlet are already sitting.

When Xander sits down and notices I’m still standing there, he nudges a chair out with his foot, a silent order for me to join him. Then he lowers his head, shuffling through the papers like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“Kit has scheduled a press conference today at twelve,” Xander announces, lifting his gaze to lock onto mine. “We’re all required to be there to make a statement about the upcoming tour and to introduce Scarlet.”

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