Page 78 of Cherry Beats

A small chuckle escaped me as I watched him rolling his eyes at Julia.

“Unless you want to see a live performance, Jules, I’d get the fuck outta here,” he told her in that low, sexy voice of his. “You know I’m not shy.”

“The rest of the band are downstairs waiting for you, Presley. Don’t you fucking dare. We need to leave in ten minutes.”

“Leave? What for?” He scowled.

“You have a press interview at six.”

“I do?”

“For the love of God,” Julia muttered with a sigh.

“Presley,” I mouthed. “Get off me.” But my contradicting grin and the way my heart was beating so hard told him that I wanted him to stay right where he was, and he knew it.

“Do the guys need me, Julia?” he asked. “I have areallyhot girl here I want to fuck again before I shower.”

“Don’t make me turn back around and drag you out of this room by your nipples, West. I’ve done it before, and you know damn well I’ll do it again.”

Presley cringed down at me and said nothing.

“Put the woman down. Send her home. Pick up another one tonight. You know how this shit works. I don’t care how many you bring back to your room, but work is work, and I’ll be damned if you’re going to let the band down again.”

Again?What the fuck was going on with him?

My face fell, and I tilted my head against the bed in question, but Presley just sighed heavily and pushed himself off with a groan of frustration.

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” he told Julia as he stalked across the room casually, walked straight past her, completely naked, and made his way into the bathroom. “Pain. In. My. Ass, Jules,” he cried as he closed the door on the both of us.

I sat upright, pressing my back against the headboard and holding the sheet to my body. Julia shook her head and stared after Presley before she spun around, folded her arms over her chest and studied me.

“Sorry, love. It’s nothing personal. It’s just show business.” Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she studied me. “You don’t look like the usual kind.”

“And his usual type is…?”

Julia smirked. “Desperate.”

“Right.”

“Big tits, no morals, barely any clothes on their backs, batting eyelashes, laugh that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Desperate for fame, the notoriety, the money, and—”

“I get it.” I gave her a nod, smiled flatly and looked everywhere but at her.

“You got a name?”

The door opened behind her and out walked Presley. Still naked but looking somewhat fresher with wet hair that was scraped back.

“I don’t always go for big tits.” He tsked. “And her name’s Tessa. Also known as Cherry.”

Just like that, Julia’s lips parted, her attention completely glued on me like she’d just seen Jesus being birthed before her very eyes. She stayed that way as Presley opened a wardrobe door, pulled out some torn, skinny black jeans and pulled them on with no boxer shorts underneath. He was smirking as he looked at me.

“What? What’s going on?” I asked, glancing between them both.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Julia eventually breathed. “You aresonot supposed to be here.”

“Fuck off, Jules. She’s here because I asked her to be, and you can tell Dicky that their deal for Cherry to stay away is null and void as of about four o’clock this morning. Although, we will need to speak to him about this Janey Dominic shit. I’m one more incident away from calling that bitch out.” He turned back to his wardrobe, reached inside and pulled out a black T-shirt. Before either of us got to respond to him, he had pushed it over his head and was pulling it down to cover his perfect body. “You can also tell Dicky that Cherry will be here tonight, too. And probably tomorrow. Maybe the day after that, and the day after that, and—”

“What?” Julia and I cried in unison.

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