Page 9 of Her Dark Angel
“I would rather not have to witness something like that ever again,” I retort and stand from the chair. The woman is already sucking on Nash’s neck while grinding against his hard length—the sweatpants leave nothing to the imagination—but his two-toned eyes are focused on me. “I’ll have my manager talk with yours about where to go from here.”
“I’ll be seeing you soon, little devil.”
I sigh as I turn and walk out of the room. A loud smack followed by a high-pitched giggle sounds in the room before I have the door shut behind me. I lean my back against it as muffled voices filter through it. My eyes flutter closed as I take in a deep, calming breath.
Fake dating Nash Beck is not going to be easy. I’m worried it’s going to drive me to insanity.
3
NASH
“Who the hell was that?”
I pull my eyes away from the closed door to my office and gaze into Katie’s—or is her name Kitty—pale blue ones. They’re not as bright of a blue as Kinsley’s, I notice.
Wait… why the fuck do I care about the color of her eyes?
“No one,” I answer as I run my hands over her hips until they rest on her thin waist. Katie wiggles her ass against my hard cock, making me groan. “Don’t worry about her.”
“Didn’t plan on it,” she says as she reaches between us, her fingers dragging along the waistband of my sweatpants. Her hand slips between the fabric and wraps around my hard length. I hiss out a sharp breath at her cool touch. “Someone does love an audience, don’t they?”
To shut her up, I grab the back of her neck and slam my lips against hers. She pulls my cock out of my sweatpants and starts jerking me off. Her lips are soft, but damn is she a shit kisser. Her tongue is sloppy as it moves against mine, licking every inch of the inside of my mouth. This is why she’s better at giving head than she is at kissing.
“Jasmine is still upstairs,” Kitty moans against my lips when she pulls away. “You can take us both. I’ll even let you stick it in?—”
The sharp knock that sounds at the door makes me growl this time. Can’t a man get his fucking dick wet in peace? Jesus Christ.
“You have five seconds to fuck off or I’m going to slam your head into the wall,” I call out, hoping whoever it is will take the hint and leave. I swear if it’s that little blondie returning to chew my ass out again…
“Damn, dude. Someone woke up on the wrong side of jail this morning.”
I roll my eyes at the sound of Axel’s voice. He knows I got arrested because a guy at the bar was trying to start a fight with me. The asshole thought he was such a tough guy for saying Dark Angel’s music is garbage and the band sucks. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t know how much I love a good fight. The adrenaline of punching someone in the face and having busted knuckles is a sensation I fucking crave.
So, the dickhead got what was coming to him. And that was a broken nose, split lip, and his dignity down the drain.
Thankfully, James was kind enough to bail me out after only a couple of hours of being locked up. When he asked why I was at a bar at ten in the morning instead of in the studio, I didn’t have an answer for him other than I wanted to be there. I had a long night of no sleep and constant fucking nightmares, so sue me for just wanting to have a couple of drinks away from the house to take the edge off a little.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realize I’m very late for band practice because that little devil walked in on me fucking Jenny—or is it Jasmine? I can’t remember either of their fucking names—and then stuck around to discuss the bullshit deal our agencies are encouraging us to do.
When James first told me the label’s plan to get my public image back on track two days ago, I laughed in his face. I thought he was fucking with me at first, but the serious expression didn’t leave his face after a solid five minutes of me laughing. I was seconds away from telling him to shove the idea up his fucking ass, but he reminded me that this publicity stunt isn’t just about me—it’s about Dark Angel, too. According to him, the band is suffering because of my actions—what he means by ‘suffering’, I’m not sure. Our record sales are still up, but James told me they could be better.
I wanted to tell him he was full of shit but then realized that maybe taking this deal wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It will only be for six months and then I can do whatever the fuck I want after that.
James promised that by dating the little devil—an up-and-coming actress in Hollywood who has gained a lot of attention as of late—Dark Angel would get more recognition across the globe from media outlets, resulting in more record sales and the ability to play more shows around the world.
All because of a tiny blonde woman who carries the Devil on her shoulder.
I must admit, I’m curious to see how this turns out after the six months is up. At this point, I have nothing to lose. Why not take on the challenge and see where it lands the band? It might even be fun to fuck around with the blonde pocket rocket because it seems I already get on her nerves.
Good.
Her flushed cheeks and inability to hold eye contact with me bring a joy I never knew I needed. She seems like a stuck-up, goodie two shoes, so I might want to blow my head off by the end of the six months, but I guess that’s what I signed up for.
I hadn’t expected her to drop by at this time of the night, so that was a fun surprise. The tint of pink that marred her round, freckled cheeks made my cock twitch, but I wouldn’t dare tell her that. Not after the attitude she gave me.
With a huff, I grab Kitty by the shoulders and guide her off my lap, ignoring her protests. Shoving my now limp cock back into my sweatpants, I stand from the chair and look down at her.
“Go back to my room and wait for me,” I order, my voice hoarse. My hands slide over the curve of her hips and down to her tight ass, squeezing the flesh roughly. Kitty moans, biting her lip.