Like a fuckin’ hand grenade.”
Chapter 22
“Music is a safe kinda high.”
-Jimi Hendrix
<>Journey<>
He leaned back into the seat, taking me with him. “We gotta handle the press,” he announced to the guys while I caught my bearings.
“Fuck the press,” Beck sneered, humping the air in front of him. “I’m growing shattered at your bullshit, mate. Don’t you want to impress your girl? Show her a good fucking time? If you can’t do it with your cock, then do it with your time.” He paused, smiling from ear to ear. “Oi! Write that shit down!”
The boys got up and left to go get ready.
“Are you gonna be a good girl if I take you to the carnival?” Cash taunted, fully aware of where my mind would go.
I turned my face, bringing our lips closer. “Didn’t you always say I was a good girl?”
“That was before you grew tits and an ass.”
My eyes widened. If one thing proved to be true, Cash had the ability to swoon and shock me all at the same time.
“Go get dressed, Journey.”
“I’m only listening to you because I want to go to the fair. If this was any other time, then I wouldn’t obey your orders.”
He laughed, throwing his head back.
“Just so we’re clear.”
“That my girl’s a pain in my ass?”
“Your girl?”
“‘One day I’m gonna be grown just like you, and you’re gonna be all mine.’ Well, darlin’. You’re grown, Journey Pierce.”
“Does that mean you’re all mine?”
“You’re sleepin’ in my bed, wearin’ my clothes, and now I’m takin’ ya to the fuckin’ fair. You tell me.”
I smiled big and wide.
“You were always cute as shit. But Christ, Junie. You’re the inspiration behind every love song.”
I caught my breath.
“Now go get dressed before I do somethin’ I’m gonna regret.”
Even though I wanted to test out his theory, I did as I was told. Hurrying into his room, I ignored the butterflies floating in the pit of my stomach.
Would he kiss me tonight? Would he hold my hand? Would something happen between us?
Question after question plagued my mind as I grabbed my duffle bag from his closet. I’d been living in Cash’s hoodies just to appease him, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to dressing in my own clothes.
Unzipping the bag, I pulled out what I thought was my black sun dress.
It wasn’t.
“What the hell?”
Quickly searching through my bag, I didn’t recognize any of the clothes. They all were brand new, the tags were still on them.
“But thanks for the heads-up on the wardrobe.”
“Cash...” I hissed, remembering his words from the first night. “McGraw! Get your ass in here!”
He didn’t.
Grabbing a handful of clothes, I stomped into the living room until I was standing in front of him. The guys were back out there, waiting for me to go.
“Cash, where are my clothes?”
“You’re holdin’ ’em.”
“No.” I held them up. “These are not my clothes.”
“They’re yours now.”
“Where are my other clothes?”
He blatantly admitted, “I threw ’em away.”
My jaw hit the floor.
“What? My assistant replaced ’em.”
The audacity of this man!
Stixx grabbed the garments out of my hands. “Gucci, Prada, Valentino. Damn. He went all out. Why you bitching?”
“Because they’re not my clothes!”
“Junie, stop throwin’ a hissy fit.”
“This is an invasion of privacy!”
“Wow,” Jude coaxed. “She doesn’t care about designer clothing. Bro, she’s a keeper.”
<>Cash<>
He was right.
She didn’t care.
Only making her that much more perfect for me.
“This is bullshit!”
“Journey, don’t fuckin’ cuss.”
“You threw away my clothes!”
“I bought you new ones.”
“These aren’t even my style!”
“If by that you mean they actually cover your tits and ass, then no, they ain’t your slutty style.”
“Oh. My. God.”
I chuckled, grabbing the clothes from Jude and showing her one of the flowy long dresses.
“Wear this for me.”
She took a deep breath, my choice of words affecting her like I knew they would.
“You’re cheating.”
“Please,” I added, grinning. Thinking quick on my feet, I stood and grabbed her hand. Twirling her around in a circle. “If you wear that for me, I’ll take ya dancin’.”
“Now you’re really cheating.”
Pulling her toward me, I held her close to my chest. “Does Journey Pierce still shake her ass everywhere she goes?”
“Oh! So, I can’t show my ass, but I get to shake it?”
“As long as it’s pointed at me.”
She bit back a smile. “Fine, but this isn’t over.”
“Well, ain’t that nice.”
I’d never seen her look more beautiful than I did at that very moment, and it hit me like a fuckin’ bullet to the head.
I was blinded by her.
Consumed by her.
Wrecked by her.
I shouldn’t be flirting with