Page 36 of The Forbidden Note

I wasn’t joking when I told her I was tired of this game we’re playing.

She’s been running around in my head since the night we spent together. Because of that, I’ve been holding back.

And where did that lead me?

She called me a freaking child.

Big mistake.

I’m tired of fawning over her.

If she wants to be treated like every other woman I’ve screwed, so be it.

We’ll do it her way.

“Excuse me. You seem so familiar.”

I look up and see the girls from before. One is a cute brunette. She’s wearing a tube top that looks like a bra with hooks at the front. My eyes linger on her tits before moving up to her face.

Hand sliding into her back pocket, she thrusts her chest forward and gives me a flirty smile. “Are you… the lead singer of that band?”

“What band?” I play dumb.

“The Kings.”

Her friend elbows her in the side. “He’s not the lead. He’s the drummer.” She juts her chin at my stick. “Obviously.”

“Oh.” Eyebrows hiking, the brunette flushes. “I’m sorry. You guys look so much alike.”

“We’re twins,” I say.

It doesn’t bother me that people mistake me for Dutch. I have dark hair and blue eyes compared to his blonde hair and hazel eyes, but that’s about the only difference between us.

Back in the day, I used to change my hair and wear contacts just to mess with the girls my twin was hooking up with. I stopped right before he met Cadence.

A good thing.

I’ve never seen Dutch more possessive over a girl.

“Can we take a picture with you?”

I nod and stoop a little so I’m in the shot. Anything for the fans.

“And an autograph?” The friend shoves a marker at me.

I accept it and scribble on the paper.

Distractedly, I check my phone again.

Miss Jamieson is late.

Damn it.

Does she really want to mess with me?

“Can I have one too?” the brunette asks.

“Sure,” I grumble.

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