Page 26 of Like An Animal
“Shhh. You’re going to give him ideas. Bron is our biggest cheerleader,” Xavi jokes drily.
The idea of locking her in a tower and putting a collar and leash on her to make her behave has crossed my mind a time or two. I’ll save those ideas for when we move to New Jersey. Like the idea I’ve had to tie her down and edge her until she passes out then fucking her unconscious body until she wakes back up from her need to come.
I have a long list of fantasies I have yet to act out with her.
“Hey, guys!”
I lift my head and barely manage not to groan out loud in irritation. What the fuck is she doing here? I thought we got rid of her.
“Missy!” Xavi throws open his arms like she’s a long lost friend when she’s the opposite. She’s a fucking weirdo. I only tolerated her before because she was Bron’s friend, but they haven’t been friends for years, not since the night I tricked Bron into letting me kiss her.
She likes to think she initiated it, but if I hadn’t lied when she asked if I’d ever kissed anyone before, she would’ve back pedaled so fast my head would’ve spun.
“Looks like you’ve got a decent crowd tonight,” she says as I pick up my guitar and pretend to make adjustments. I never need to adjust my guitar before a performance. I do all my adjustments during practice, which she would know if she hadn’t dumped Bron as a friend.
All Bron told me was that the fallout was because of me, that Missy thought Bron wanted me–something that turned out to be very true considering how often she comes all over my cock and begs for more.
“It’s smaller than our usual,” Massimo mutters under his breath, giving her a sideways look before glancing at me. He is fully aware that I don’t like this bitch. I never did and it made me wildly uncomfortable anytime she flirted with me. I thought I made it clear to her when I told her that I would never be interested in her, but she can’t take a hint. Almost immediately after turning her down, she was offering to suck me off. I guess self-respect is dead.
“Hey, Jer.”
I glare at Missy, waiting for her to get it over with and disappear again, but she just touches my arm, her disgusting fingers snaking around my wrist before she whispers, “I can’t wait to hear you play. It’s been so long.”
I grab her hand and remove it from my arm, not saying a word.
“Maybe we can all hang out after the show,” the leech offers, batting her eyelashes at me like an early nineties cartoon character, only not even those drawings looked so ridiculous doing it. She lifts her head and flashes a sickly sweet, fake smile behind me. “Oh, sorry, Bron. You didn’t want me flirting with your step-brother, right?”
What? Is that what their fallout was really about?
I turn and see her standing there against the open doorway, her arms crossed over her shoulder, her phone and wallet in her hand. Her face is a mask concealing everything except for the wet streaks across her cheek.
Wait. Was she crying? Why is her face wet?
“I don’t give a shit,” she says, her voice reserved, before her gaze moves to mine.What are you thinking, little ghost?“You can have him. He treats women like shit though.” Then, she darts off the stage.
What the actual fuck?
“Bron!” I yell her name, but she doesn’t turn around. I hand my guitar to Massimo and dart off after her.
You can have him.
He treats women like shit.
What the fuck did she mean by that?
“The show starts in five, man!” Xavi screams at me, but I barely register his words as I make my way through the crowd.
“Bronwyn!”
She’s not going to just run off like that. We both know she’s not going home. She doesn’t have a way to get there. I drive her everywhere. The house is a twenty minute drive from here. She would be getting home around the same time as me if she walked. I’m not going to let her put herself in that kind of danger.
Anything could fucking happen to her.
“Stop being a fucking brat!” I explode, getting more and more pissed off the closer she gets to the door.
She snaps around and glares as she yells, “Go fuck yourself! I’m done with your shit. I’m done with you. I don’t care what you do, but it won’t have anything to do with me, jackass.”
I swear, she’s the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met. Seriously, what is her problem? Is this all just because I wouldn’t bend to her will?
