Page 31 of Heart Break Her

Sebastian

“Don’t,”IsaytoEloise, who sinks into one of the chairs at the table.

Just because she’s the more perceptive one of the two of us, doesn’t mean I’m not well aware of what she’s thinking.

“I didn’t say anything.” Eloise smirks, saying more than whatever words she could have thrown at me.

I kick my feet up on the table and pretend to look through my phone, wishing she’d go the fuck away, even if I know she won’t.

Adrian booked us all hotel rooms since we’ll be in Tampa for a few days, and we’re likely to kill each other if we’re stuck on a bus together too long. Unfortunately, right now, the entire band, Adrian included, has decided to pile into my room and stare me down, waiting for an explanation. I wish they’d just leave me alone.

Eloise doesn’t budge; none of them do. Instead, they pin me to my seat with judgmental stares. I was able to avoid them on the bus ride between Richmond and Tampa by smoking a joint and passing the fuck out, but the inquisition has arrived.

They don’t have to say anything for me to know what’s on their minds. I brought the girl in the middle of my PR mess on tour with us. Even in my messed-up state, I’m smart enough to know that’s a problem. But I don’t have a good explanation for them. At least, nothing they’re going to like.

The reason I told Cassie she should join the tour was flimsy, at best. I’ve got enough money to hire private security to follow her around in her hometown if that’s what I was actually worried about. I know some scary fucking dudes who would make sure no one got too close to her. But the thought of her that far away from me, of having no control over what was going on, didn’t sit well. Especially after what I owe Myth for dragging his sister into this.

Of all the girls who could have caught my attention at the concert that night, it had to be Cassie. There was something about the way she moved to the music, and I couldn’t stop staring. She listened to me sing like it was reviving her from the dead.

When, in reality, it was her doing something of the sort inside of me.

Her eyes were closed as she sat in the front row, making every other face in the room—maybe even on the planet—fade away. And when she walked up to me outside the bar, cheeks rosy from the cold, with a nervous look in her eyes, I knew I had to have her.

I needed more.

I needed everything.

But that was before I knew she was Myth’s sister, and my brain got sucked into the black hole it’s currently sitting in. No matter how I felt when I held her that night, I can’t act on it again. So I’ll keep my distance, make her think I don’t give a shit. I’ll pay my debt. I’ll fix this for her, and the devil can take my soul when I’m finished.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Adrian is the first to say something when I don’t take Eloise’s bait. He rakes his nails over his shaved, black hair and scratches his scruffy jaw. He’s clearly pissed and not holding back.

Rome and Noah look amused, sitting in chairs opposite me at the table, ready to watch the show that is Adrian flipping the fuck out on me. They don’t actually give a crap what I do, but seeing as we’ve always had this unspoken agreement to resolve all band shit—including PR messes—as a band, they’re here to see how this plays out.

Rome gives Noah a sideways glance and smirks, and I’m pretty sure they’re taking bets on who will rip me a new asshole first: Adrian or Eloise.

“What’s wrong, Adrian?” I ask with my eyes glued on my phone screen. “You sound stressed.”

I can be such a dick.

I know this.

It doesn’t stop me.

“What’s wrong?” he repeats, and even Eloise sits back, bracing for an explosion. “You didn’t think it was enough to show up on her fucking doorstep less than a day after you’re caught fucking her, you had to bring her on tour with you?”

“We didn’t fuck,” I tell him, getting irritated.

He knows this because he watched enough of the video to know exactly what he was dealing with. And although I’m not thrilled he’s seen my dick, I’m more pissed he’s seenallof Cassie.

Him, and apparently the rest of the world.

Myth would fucking kill me, and I’d deserve it.

“Cute, we’re getting technical now.” He crosses his arms, and I shrug. “You’re adding gasoline to the fire, Sebastian. Bringing her on tour isn’t going to do anyone any good. Quinn and I are drowning in damage control, and you bringing her here just adds to the questions. What were you thinking? Keeping her as a side piece while shit boils over?”

“Fuck you.” Inside I feel myself steaming. “How is it any of your business what she is to me anyway?”

“You made it my business when you put her on your plane,” he deadpans.

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