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You know it can’t be you, Salt.

I’d given this a lot of thought, between my delusional visions of us having a future together.

1. I’m not a signed artist with your label.

2. It’s not against the law for us to see each other even if I am. I looked it up.

3. I won’t recommend a club or Dom for you. Not sorry. I won’t share you.

1. You have a meeting with my label Friday.

2. No, but it IS unprofessional.

3. It was just a one night stand. I don’t belong to you.

I laughed. She was still fighting. Fightingeverythingso hard.

I reread her messages, then decided—fuck it. If she wanted something from me, she was going to have to earn it.

I do have club recommendations, but any worth going to, you have to be vetted for. I can get you in, for a price.

Name your price, then.

I have a show tomorrow night at 9PM at Russo’s. You will be there, you will wear a red dress, no panties, but with sheer black tights. Heels. Make sure it’s cheap so I can cut it off while you take my cock.

The bubbles appeared and disappeared a few times. She was probably going to block me. Probably tell Tommy to never talk to me again. And really, that would be best for both of us. To end this before it caught fire and burned us up.

I’ll see you tomorrow. I expect you to get me into the best sex club there is in all of Nashville.

Wouldn’t dream of taking you anywhere else.

The brat responded with a fucking thumbs up.A thumbs up.I glowered at it and sat back.

I’d see her tomorrow. I inhaled slowly and then exhaled. I went to my fridge, grabbed a couple of waters, and uncapped one. I stared at the wall as I downed it, thinking about Pepper.

Beautiful, infuriating, addicting Pepper.

I hummed a melody, thinking about everything I wanted to do to her. I needed to focus on band practice right now. The guys were over, and here I was in my kitchen thinking about fucking her. Imagining putting her in spreader bars, tying a vibrator to her pretty little cunt, and making her weep from the constant barrage of orgasms I would give her.

What would she look like straining against them, fighting every stroke of pleasure? My cock sliding in and out of her mouth, letting her head fall back so she could take me even deeper.

Fuck. I needed her.

I couldn’t get her out of my system. I tried. Because truth be told, she was right. The two of us were so different. Different worlds, different ages, differenteverything.

But the idea of even attempting to satiate my lust with someone else made me recoil.

I wasn’t sure I was patient enough to wait until tomorrow night. I picked up my phone again and sent another text.

Video call me when you get off work tonight. It’ll be fun.

You’ve lost your mind

You’re too young for me

Twelve years is nothing

Twelve years is A LOT

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