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Rome

“It’sbeenseventeendayssince I’ve fucked someone. Pat me on the back and call me celibate.”

My comment almost knocks Noah out of his chair he’s laughing so hard, but perfectly uptight Eloise just rolls her eyes.

“You’re disgusting.” Eloise frowns, pushing her long brown hair off her shoulders and letting it fall down her slim back.

“What’s wrong, princess?” I cross my arms over my chest. “Figured you’d be proud of me.”

That’s not why I actually said it, but it’s too easy getting a reaction out of her—and everyone else for that matter. So I just can’t help myself.

One off-the-wall comment is all it takes to knock people off balance. And if no one knows what to expect from you, they never expect anything specific.

Exactly how I prefer it.

“Rome, man.” Noah walks over and slaps a hand on my shoulder. “Your dick’s going to fall off if you aren’t careful.”

“Fuck you.” I toss his hand to the side as the band takes their seats in the interview room, and I claim a chair at the end. “Being careful is for boring pricks like you assholes. I’d be more concerned with my dick hating me for only screwing one chick for the rest of my life.”

Noah shakes his head and shares a look with Sebastian.

I’m tempted to tell them to fuck off. It wasn’t that long ago they were more than happy to indulge in nameless blow jobs and free pussy.

Not that either of them seems to remember that at the moment. Because it all changed when the dominos started falling. And first to go down was Sebastian.

As the lead singer, Sebastian should be drowning in tits and orgies with random women, but something about Cassie and her pink hair got him all twisted and monogamous. And the way he’s eyeing her right now as she stands in the corner talking to Adrian tells me it’s just a matter of time before he loses all good sense and puts a ring on her finger.

Idiot.

She’s pretty and all, but one woman forever? No thanks.

Next to abandon me was Noah, which really pissed me off because he was my wingman for years, and I never thought I’d see the day. His pretty-boy smile and down-to-earth surfer look brought women to their knees—literally. But then he met Merry, and his tatted-up wife made him a bigger punk than Sebastian.

Last to fall, surprisingly, was Eloise. And while I usually wouldn’t give a shit because she never partied with me anyway, she had to go and take Adrian with her. He’s always been uptight, being our band manager and all, but at least he’d still go out with me. And now, he’d rather be stuck to her side when he isn’t working.

I shouldn’t be surprised since it was no secret that he was obsessed with her from the moment he started managing the band. But I kind of hoped they’d never finally do the inevitable.

Now it’s just me—the only true rock star of us left.

Why they gave it up for relationships confuses the fuck out of me. But here they are, looking over at me with judgment in their eyes likeI’mthe crazy one for celebrating the perks of fame.

At least it’s better than when they look at me like I’m next. Like one wrong step and my dick will fall into the pussy it’s going to want to bury itself in forever.

Fuck. That. Shit.

Never going to happen.

Just because I’ve been on a bit of a dry streak lately doesn’t mean there’s a leaf turning over. I’m just so fucking bored after this last tour and can’t seem to get my head back on straight from all the shit that happened.

The tour might have started fine. World tours are always my favorite because I get to sample every beautiful thing as we circle the globe. But after a while, something felt off. Add in the shit that happened with Eloise and her stalker, and I was more in the mood to murder someone than fuck them.

So here I am.

Seventeen days without getting laid.

That’s got to be some kind of record—at least, for me. Maybe after this interview, I’ll hit up a strip club and get my dick wet just to prove I’m not losing my shit.

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