Page 53 of Rock God

“Is Sasha going to take Greatty home?” Devyn asked, coming up behind me.

“Absolutely. Don’t worry about that.”

“Perfect. Thanks.” She smiled before downing the drink in her hand and playfully handing me the empty glass before heading off in the opposite direction.

I chuckled and put the glass on the nearest surface, wondering where this new mischievousness had come from. I hadn’t seen much of it in her before tonight, but I liked it. My gut had told me she would fit in with us and tonight I knew for sure. Which was why we had to deal with this out-of-control attraction between us.

If it were up to me, I’d propose we get naked as soon as possible and fuck it out of our systems.

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It took a little while to talk to everyone who’d come to see us, make sure friends and family that were going home got off okay, and finally make our way out to the limo. It was packed since we’d invited some friends to go with us. Lexi and Bash, along with Bash’s wife Brianna, and Presley all joined us. Then, at the last minute, Cheyenne and Dorian decided to come as well.

“Did you spread the word this was where we were headed?” I asked Dorian as we pulled up to the club to see a line out the door, down the street, and around the corner.

“I can neither confirm nor deny,” she said, laughing.

“This is nuts,” Devyn said. “Are they all trying to get in because they heard we’re going to be here?”

“It’s always busy on the weekends,” Dorian said, “but yeah, these people are here for us.”

“And there are some dynamite-looking ladies in that line,” Kellan said, staring out the window. “I need to have a few of them skip the line.”

“Grim just texted me, said they’re waiting for us by the loading dock out back. There’s no way for us to safely navigate that crowd by the entrance.”

Grim was also in touch with the driver, who went around the block and down an alley that led to the loading dock. Grim, along with several of the club’s security guards, led us in and down a back hallway. We took a short flight of stairs up to the VIP area, where Grim planted himself by the glass doors.

The VIP room was on the second floor and overlooked the rest of the club. The area was large and filled with cozy couches, chairs and tables, a small bar, and private restrooms. If we wanted to dance, we’d have to go downstairs to the main area of the club, but it was nice to sit up here where we could see everything going on while still having a modicum of privacy.

“Have you ever been here before?” I asked Devyn after we’d ordered champagne.

“Only a couple of times,” she replied. “I’m not a fan of showing my tits to the doorman to get in.”

“Same,” I deadpanned.

She chuckled.

“I love it here,” Cheyenne said, jumping to her feet. “Who’s going to dance with me?”

“Not me,” I replied dryly. I didn’t mind that she’d come, but I didn’t want the rumor mill to start buzzing again. We’d had an amicable breakup but fans and critics alike on the internet seemed determined to get us back together. It was odd how invested some people seemed to be in the love lives of celebrities.

“I’ll dance with you, Chey.” Tommy got up and they headed down to the dance floor.

“Do you dance?” I asked Devyn.

“I enjoy it,” she said. “But I don’t get to do it very often.”

“Why not?”

“I work a lot, and really don’t enjoy the club scene. Plus, I don’t have a lot of girlfriends, so I’m usually home on my nights off.”

“That sounds lonely,” I said softly.

She looked away. “Sometimes. Between work and spending time with Greatty, I don’t have time to be lonely. And I do get out now and then. My best friend from college lives in Manhattan, and I fly out to see her a couple times a year. She wanted to come tonight but she couldn’t get off work. She’s an accountant and there was some kind of tax emergency going on.”

“That’s a bummer. Maybe we can fly her to one of the London shows,” I suggested.

“I’ll talk to her. New Year’s Eve is an expensive time to fly.”

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