A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,27

hero.”

“Just get the fuck out, Lexi,” I said.

“Are you kidding me? What the hell happened?”

I looked at her. “I pay you to fuck you. Not listen to me talk. You want to be a therapist? Go to college.”

Lexi threw a shoe at me.

It hit me in the shoulder.

She ran toward the door, leaving her shoe behind.

“Hey, Lexi,” I called out, looking over my shoulder.

I looked at her bare back and bare ass one more time.

She turned her head and looked at me. “What?”

“I’ll call you again, okay?”

She scoffed. “Fuck off, Reed.”

She slammed the bedroom door shut.

My hands gripped around the covers on the bed.

I stared at my empty bed.

I wasn’t used to my bed being empty.

At least not with my cock so full.

This Abby thing was a terrible idea.

And even though she was currently in my house, there was only one way to make this go away.

I had to avoid her at all costs.

I barely slept.

I changed into a different t-shirt and went into the kitchen.

Coffee and breakfast were already made and waiting.

Neils was a bad ass chef who did some catering for the band a few times when we were on tour. He was saving up to open a restaurant and I had no problem paying him to keep me fed. And keep my company fed.

We had different meal plans worked out too.

Certain breakfasts were made when I wanted someone to hang around. Others were kind of a grab n’ go thing.

Here’s a coffee and a bagel, thanks for sucking my cock all night, honey… the door is at the front of the house…

“Morning, my man,” Neils said in his deep voice. He was twenty feet tall with a lumberjack beard. “Got the good ‘fast going here. The big spread, right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m, uh, heading out though.”

“What’s up?”

“There’s someone here,” I said. “Her name is Abby. She’s not coming from my room. But make sure she eats good. She’s going to feel like death.”

“Ah, say no more,” Neils said. “I’ll whip up something for her to drink. My magic smoothie.”

I laughed. “I’ve never had one of those.”

“You can’t get over the color,” Neils said. “Mind over matter, Reed.”

“I prefer to live through the hangover,” I said. “That’s how a rock star does it.”

“Jay has had my smoothies before,” Neils said.

“Jay will eat or drink anything.”

Neils laughed. “True. You sure you don’t want a plate? I’ll make a mess for you.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Why not?”

Neils turned around and grabbed a plate.

He slopped a bunch of breakfast foods on the plate, hence the term mess.

He spun around and slid the plate across the counter.

“What happened to your company?” Neils asked.

“Just didn’t work out,” I said. “Wasn’t in the mood for a sleepover.”

“I get it,” Neils said. “You said your other girl is named Abby?”

“She’s not my girl, Neils,” I said. “Trust me. Her name is Abby. Yes. Get her a plate of food and tell her a car will be waiting out front. I’ll see her in the studio.”

“Ah, I get it,” he said. “This is a music thing. That’s why she’s not in your bed.”

“Exactly,” I said.

I took my plate and my coffee then exited the kitchen and the house.

I wandered my way to the studio.

I stood at the piano and ate my breakfast.

It was too fucking quiet.

So I put on some music.

I blasted the music.

To drown out my own thoughts.

Breakfast. Coffee. Rock n’ roll.

It wasn’t the same though.

My breakfast should have been me burying my face between Lexi’s legs.

Making her cry out like a rooster calling for the sunrise.

What the fuck does that even mean, Reed?

I shut my eyes and pictured it.

My tongue lapping between Lexi’s legs, taking all of her morning dew…

In my vision I lifted my gaze and saw Abby looking down at me.

I opened my eyes and groaned.

I grabbed my phone and crashed on the couch.

With the music blasting, I put a blanket over my head and shut my eyes.

My plan of avoiding Abby was going to be tough.

We were meeting up in the studio in just hours.

I opened my eyes again and sent Lexi a text.

Come to the studio with me, honey. Let’s see how hard you can come all over the soundboard. We’ll ruin all the equipment and make the record company pay for it.

I waited a minute.

Just as I was about to put my phone down, Lexi texted me back.

A middle finger emoji.

I smiled.

I had such a way with women, huh?

I hit the notes on my bass and kept my eyes