A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,62

sat down on the floor. Sweat dripped down my forehead.

The studio was trashed. Bad.

I thought about Abby in trouble with money. Gambling debt. Because of me, I was sure of it.

I found my phone and called Toby.

“Reed,” Toby said. “Everything okay?”

“How much does it cost to build a record studio?”

“What? Why?”

I looked around at the shattered glass, ripped up speakers, and destroyed boards.

“I think I fucked up big time here, Toby…”

“Come here, honey, I want to show you a trick,” I said.

I sat on the edge of the massive leather couch in my living room.

The lights were dim, the music was loud, and the party was on.

Fucking on.

We were celebrating the reaction over the new song. The record company fell in love with it. They were backing up the single with some big-time marketing bullshit. They wanted it to be everywhere. And they wanted us to be out there playing it to fans.

On top of that, Nash came up with an idea to write an acoustic version of it.

The five of us, five guitars, and nothing else.

It was fucking perfect.

It was the point of writing music.

To create something powerful.

And we did just that.

Speaking of powerful…

I reached for the woman’s hand and caressed her fingers. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Annie,” she said in a flirty voice.

Annie was topless. Her left nipple pierced. Both tits fake. But both tits beautiful. She had little curls in her blonde hair. And her eyes raged for some rock star dick.

In front of me was my custom-made coffee table.

Big enough for two women to lay on.

Why?

“Come here,” I said to Annie. “Lay down.”

There was already a woman on the table.

She wanted me to call her Starla.

She was gorgeous. Her skin rubbed by the sun. Her eyes chocolate brown. Wearing a skimpy top that covered damn near next to nothing.

Somewhere else in the house the band was there.

I didn’t care about that.

The more messed up I got, the better things felt.

Or I should have said the more Abby floated to the back of my mind to stay there.

“Now we’re going to play a game,” I said to both women. “You’re going to make me forget someone. Can you do that?”

“Of course,” Starla said.

She took Annie’s hand.

They looked at each other and giggled.

Oh, the things to do tonight… the things they would do to each other… for me… and then to me… for me… and then what I’d do to them… for me…

I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured a shot into the belly button of Annie.

She laughed as I did so.

Whiskey spilled over and I leaned down to lick it off her stomach.

For Starla, she got something.

A white line of fun just above her belly button.

“This is called the forget her right now,” I said and laughed.

I was too far gone to be doing this kind of shit.

But Abby’s voice refused to quiet down in my head.

Toby was pissed at me for trashing the recording studio.

The band… whatever… I wasn’t sure where they were.

I leaned down and put my mouth over Annie’s belly button.

I sucked and licked, lapping up the whiskey.

She laughed and I moved my eyes to watch her tits dance around.

Then in the same breath, I moved down and put my right nostril to Starla’s stomach and took care of business there.

When I lifted up, Starla sat up and met me, her lips a centimeter from mine.

“I want some,” she whispered.

“I’ll tell you what you can have, honey,” I said. “This is my house. My rules.”

“But I think we can sway that,” Annie said.

She sat up and touched Starla’s stomach. Her hand moved under Starla’s shirt.

They looked at each other.

They inched closer to one another.

I sat back on the couch and put my head back and smiled.

I could forget about Abby in a heartbeat.

With this kind of party going on… it was…

I shut my eyes for a second and pictured Abby one last time.

Then I was going to forget her for good.

“Come on, big guy. Open your eyes.”

“Is he dead?”

“He’s not dead. His stomach is moving.”

“He looks hard.”

“Morning wood. Happens to everyone.”

“Just leave him alone.”

“Nah, we have to get him up.”

“I’ll take care of it. Watch this…”

“Just kick him. Really hard.”

“Or drop something on his dick. That’ll wake him up.”

“Here… I’ve got it…”

The words were just echoes in my mind as I was half away and half asleep.

Then came a gush of cold water.

As soon as it hit my face, I jumped up.

My eyes opened and I was on my feet.

I saw Jay and Sab