A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,17

hated that Reed was so heavily on my mind.

That punch didn’t do a damn thing.

I should have known better.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw someone was parked in my designated spot.

Of course someone was.

What a perfect way to end the day.

I found another spot and walked toward the front door of the building.

As I opened the door, I heard someone whistle.

I looked back.

I saw the asshole who had parked in my spot.

Reed was here.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said. “How did you find me?”

“You auditioned, honey,” Reed said. “You filled out paperwork.”

“No, I…”

Sasha.

She must have filled out whatever paperwork was needed.

And now I had fucking Reed approaching me.

“What happened to your motorcycle?” I asked.

“This is more low-key,” he said. “Plus, you got me in trouble earlier.”

“I got you in trouble?” I asked.

“Yeah. There’s a video of me flipping off some lady in a car. Because you wouldn’t stop and talk to me for a second.”

“We have nothing to talk about,” I said.

“That I agree on, Abby,” he said.

Abby…

I hated the way he said my name. It was like he was saying Ah-be.

Fuck, who was I kidding. It was the sexiest way any guy had ever said my name.

But… not anymore.

Yeah, it used to make my knees weak.

Now I just felt like throwing up.

“So, if we have nothing to talk about,” I said, “why are you here?”

Reed looked around. “This your building?”

“Yeah. I own the entire thing. I'm a real estate mogul. I’m worth fucking billions, Reed.”

He laughed. “Wow. It was just a question.”

“No, I don’t own the building.”

“But you live here.”

“I share an apartment.”

“With your boyfriend?”

I shook my head. “What do you want?”

“I guess to throw some reality at you.”

“How about I throw a really big rock at your face and we call it a night?”

Reed touched his lip. “I think you got me once already today.”

“That was nothing,” I said.

“So you want to hit me again?”

“I want to do more than hit you.”

“Now you’re talking my language,” he said. “We both know angry sex is hot sex.”

I looked up and laughed. “This isn’t happening. The worst person I’ve ever met is seriously talking about sex…”

“Nothing we haven’t done before,” Reed said.

I looked at him. “You know what? You couldn’t make me come if I gave you a lifetime. Never once, Reed. All I did was just lay there in your bed and stare at the ceiling. I used to make grocery lists while you were fucking me. I used to think of song lyrics. I used to replay movies in my head. Okay? You’re not the rock star you think you are.”

I wasn’t sure what I was thinking.

A guy like Reed wasn’t going to be hurt. He wasn’t going to turn and tuck his tail between his legs.

“Honey, we both know that’s a lie,” Reed said. “Those sheets were so wet when I was done with you, we could have wrung them out.”

“Those were my tears,” I said. “I felt so bad for you. It made me cry.”

Reed smiled. “It didn’t taste like tears. Believe me, honey, I know what your body tastes like.”

I swallowed hard. “Goodbye, Reed. Do not come here ever again. I will call the police. I don’t care how much money you have, I still have a voice.”

“Yes, you do,” he said. “That’s why I’m here. About your voice.”

“Okay, good. You want to make fun of me? About what I wear and what I do? Go ahead.”

“I’ll have plenty of time to do that later.”

“No, you won’t. I never want to see you again after tonight. Got it? It’s my turn to get the final word. Goodbye.”

I turned and opened the door again.

“Then I guess I’ll just go to Sasha’s place next,” Reed called out.

I gritted my teeth.

I turned around again.

“What?”

“If you don’t want to do it, she will.”

“Do what?”

“What you auditioned for, honey,” Reed said.

I laughed. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“No. The band agreed. Well, not me. I don’t want you in the studio. I don’t want to be anywhere near you. They voted it. Four against one. I lose.”

“I’m going to sing for FILTHY LINE…”

“That’s the plan,” Reed said.

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” I said. “I’m not going to do that.”

Reed nodded.

He walked toward me.

He put his hand into his pocket and took out a piece of paper.

When he reached for my hand, I pulled away.

Reed made another move and grabbed my hand.

“I’m not playing games, Abby,” he said.

God… stop saying my name like that… aahhh-beeee…

He put the piece of paper into