Page 38 of Starstruck
I grit my teeth. “After the trial in January.”
“Whoa, wait,” Levi starts, his eyes wide as he holds his hands out. “You mean to tell us thattheLennon Thorne, as in the youngest daughter ofThorned fucking Roses, your biggest fucking inspirations, is your mystery girl?”
I flinch. She was.
All the guys have known these past few months was that I had an incredible night with a woman who remained unnamed. Levi has tried to pry it out of me on more than one occasion, but I stood my ground, refusing to spill. Until a few days ago, I never expected to see her again, so I didn’t think it would matter. It’s not the first time I’ve kept a woman’s name private, and it probablywon’t be the last.
But running into her the other day reminded me of just how much she affected me. She’s been stuck in my mind since that day back in January and even more so since I chased her out of Jeremy’s office. I wantmoreof her, and I don’t plan on giving up until I get it.
My molars grind together as I nod. “That’d be the one. Though it’s not much of a mystery anymore.”
“Damn,” Levi exclaims. “No wonder your creative juices have been flowing lately. I bet she fucks as good as she looks.”
I huff a laugh. She’s so damn beautiful—I don’t think it’s possible for anyone, not even me, to fuck that well. But fuck if I don’t want a repeat to remind me how good sex with her is.
“Just about,” I murmur, lighting a cigarette and holding it up to my lips.
I knew as soon as she called me Lover Boy in the bar that day that she was different. Most women throw themselves at me, and as much as I love the attention, not having hers from the get-go only made me want to get it more. She challenged me.
And I love a good challenge.
That night, that woman, was unlike any of the nights or women before. She cast some kind of spell on me, and I can’t shake it.
I can’t shakeher.Seeing her a few days ago only reconfirmed that, no matter how mean she may have been.
“Isn’t she almost ten years younger than you?” Colt asks, pulling my attention back to the conversation at hand.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. “Seven. But yes.”
“So, you’re like a male cougar,” Levi jokes with a grin. “Or wait, would you be a sugar daddy?”
I furrow my brows, giving Levi awhat the fuck?look as Colt smacks him upside the head.
“You’re such a dumbass,” Colt tells him before turning back to me. “So, she’s who half your album is about? She’s why you’vebeen so distracted the past few months?”
I blow smoke out as I bob my head. “You could say that.”
Colt hums pensively, leaning back as he takes a drag of his own cigarette.
I meet his eyes as he looks at me, brows raised. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says, shaking his head. “That just explains why you only agreed to do a duet with Isabella.”
My brows furrow. “What are you talking about?”
Colt scoffs. “She knows the Thornes.”
“And?”
“And you were hoping she’d get you back in touch with Lennon.”
I grit my teeth, hating how transparent I’ve become over all this. I’ve known my feelings toward Lennon aren’t normal for me, but considering Colt’s never been one to get up in my business, so his interest in this is a massive red flag.
“So, did it work?”
“No.” I shake my head, putting my smoke out in the ashtray beside me. “But I did see her the other day.”
“You did? Where?”
