pulled back into the parking lot.
The passenger window was down and Rae whistled for me.
“Let’s go, bitch,” she called out. “We have to play princess again!”
I tucked Ven’s number into my pocket.
I had no idea what to do with this situation.
Unless, of course, I wanted to make Reed insanely jealous…
I felt a hand cup over my ass.
My cheeks tightened out of instinct.
I kept the smile on my face as the pretty blonde woman - wife and mother - took a picture of us.
In front of us was Grace.
It was her seventh birthday.
And her father’s hand was cupping my ass for the seventh time since we got here.
I tried to shake his hand away and he started to squeeze.
I spun around and looked at him.
He was smiling for the camera.
A clean cut, good guy, businessman kind of face.
The one that said he spoiled his wife and daughter but probably only did it for the image and not out of love.
He probably fucked other women…
He looked down at me and winked.
“Turn around, princess,” he said.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” I whispered.
“I’m paying for it,” he said. “I’ll do whatever I want.” He looked at his wife. “Hey, Lisa, get over here. Get a picture with all of us.” He pointed and yelled, “Hey, Steve! Come here. Get a picture of this for us!”
I took a deep breath.
The neighbor from across the street ran over.
He took the camera from Lisa and she joined the picture.
“This is so perfect, Don,” Lisa said to her husband. “Thank you for this.”
“Anything for my girls,” he said.
Right after that, his left hand cupped my ass again.
As soon as the pictures were taken, I stepped forward and crouched down to wish Grace happy birthday again.
We hugged, then she hugged Sasha, Rae, and Jess.
“Can we do presents now?” Grace yelled.
“Yes!” Lisa said.
“You go inside,” Don said to his wife and daughter. “I’ll be right in.”
I noticed that Sasha, Rae, and Jess had worked their way down the sidewalk.
Don touched my wrist. “Hey, princess, keep the dress and wig. Lose everything else. Name your price.”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Don’t fuck with me,” he said. “You’re desperate for cash. Or else you wouldn’t be doing this. Give me a price. I’ll give you an address. You show up and let me do whatever I want.”
“You’re a fucking pig,” I said.
“Where the fuck are you going in life like this?” he asked. “Do your job. Take the money. Then bend over and beg the king to fuck you.”
I pulled my hand away and hurried toward the SUV.
I didn’t even take the wig or dress off.
I dove into the backseat and slammed the door.
It took everything in me not to punch Don in the face. And cry.
“You okay?” Jess asked me.
“No,” I snapped. “I need a drink. More than one.”
“I wish,” Sasha said. “I have to get home.”
“Me too,” Rae said. “Date night.”
“You mean fuck night,” Jess said.
“Same thing,” Rae said.
“Just drop me off at a bar then,” I said.
“Are you wearing that inside?” Jess asked.
She smiled.
I turned my head.
Don was gone.
What a scumbag.
Sasha started to drive.
I felt confused and dirty.
I felt disposable.
Everyone just wanted to use me and leave me.
I told them I was going home.
Which I did.
That part wasn’t a lie.
Now, staying home?
That part was kind of a lie.
I didn’t want to be home. I didn’t want to sit around or pace my bedroom.
I couldn’t get it out of my head what had happened with Reed. That was all my fault. I got drunk and felt like texting him. I got into a car and told the driver to take me to his place. I got sick right there in front of him and had no choice but to sleep in some random bedroom in his massive house.
The fact that Reed didn’t say anything to me left me way uneasy.
He was going to save it.
He was going to wait and keep that tucked to his chest and then break it out at the worst possible moment to use against me.
Between that fact and all the other questions I had about this song I was singing on, I needed some answers from the world of FILTHY LINE.
When it came to Reed, that part was a little bit easy…
I stood near my bedroom door and licked my lips.
Hey Reed. I just wanted to apologize about what happened. I went out to celebrate singing with the band and had a little too much to drink. I shouldn’t have showed up at your place like I