A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,19

woman on her knees, her mouth on his…

And I was in my crammed bedroom.

Alone.

He did this to me.

“Live shows,” I whispered.

I hadn’t realized that was part of the gig.

Did that mean going on tour? Did that mean being on a tour bus with Reed again?

If so, that was a deal breaker for me.

Last time I did the whole tour bus thing, I ended up on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Stranded with nothing but a little bit of money in my pocket.

That was supposed to be the end of Reed and I.

But the band went on to become bigger by the day.

I had to hear the songs. See the videos. Get offered to go see them live.

It was in my face, all the time.

I could still turn the offer down.

That would mean dressing up in pinstripes or as a princess or in a costume… singing for… what? Most of the time it was just a big joke to those paying for the entertainment. It would mean coming back home to Valerie. She was a sweetheart of a woman, but the bra and panties stretching was going to make me lose my eyesight.

And that was nothing compared to the phone calls.

The random texts.

The laughter at the other end of the phone line.

My darkest secret in life.

The dollar amount on the piece of paper Reed gave me would be a hell of a start.

Being near Reed could end up making things worse.

Or maybe I could finally get my revenge on him.

I could hit him where it hurt.

I could leave him on the side of the road.

I fell back to my bed and shut my eyes.

My phone notified me of a text message.

It was from Reed.

The address where the band practiced.

He wanted me there around noon.

Then he sent another text.

Bring coffee and pills… we’re all going to need it.

I put my middle finger to the screen.

I hated him.

I truly hated Reed.

But this time… I was going to break his heart.

7

REED

I sat up in my big bed and had a smoke that wasn’t a cigarette.

To my left, a naked woman slept, face down, blonde hair sprawled out behind her, her left shoulder showing off a butterfly tattoo that I had kissed quite a bit during the filthy midnight hours just a short while ago.

When I turned my head to the right, I saw another woman. Again, naked. Her thick, dark, curly hair looked messy, but it was her lip ring that caught my attention, just like it did when she walked through the door to my house. I moved the covers to look at her bare breasts, where her pierced nipples rested so perfectly.

I nodded and shut my eyes, taking a deep drag off my something that wasn’t a cigarette.

Looking forward, there was another beautiful woman.

She was in a neon-green thong, curled up with bright blonde hair, looking like she was shivering a little.

I was pretty sure there were two more women in the room somewhere.

My guess was either the floor, the bathroom, or the closet.

That might have sounded a little strange, but women loved my closet. They loved walking through it and fantasizing it was theirs. Hell, maybe the other two went into the closet for a little fun. A little Line Whore on Line Whore action.

I moved my right foot and shook Miss Neon-Green Thong.

She popped her head up, eyes shut, and she sniffed the air.

Her eyes opened and she looked right at me.

The color of her eyes were crystal blue.

She had a hell of a story to tell about her life. I pictured her as a small town midwest girl. Probably a cheerleader. Smart in school. Good to her family. But always dreaming of exploring her wild side. Thinking she could pack it up and move west to make it big. Doing what? She was going to be an actress. Find some good, wholesome TV show and have a good life.

Instead, she faced the realities of the city. The way it dug into your heart and whispered in your ear that everything was up for grabs.

Not that she was living a bad life.

But the hunger in her eyes as she grinned at me and slithered her way back up the bed… she wanted nothing to do with a wholesome TV show. She wanted to share my smoke. She wanted another hit of anything and everything. She wanted to drink until she felt really good. She wanted to fuck to chase away the pain.

And at the