Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I need her to use all this electricity. It’s what’s been missing…this is what’s been holding her back.
She clears her throat as she looks down, trying to pull her mini skirt back into its rightful position.
“Keep that sweater on, no one sees that cunt but me,” I say as I walk over to the control panel, tossing the box of pizza onto the couch.
“Yes, sir,” she sasses, then swings open the door, not speaking to anyone. Just sashaying past them. All of us watching her enter the recording booth as Frank and Malcolm filter back in and my focus turns to Rachel who’s smiling and laughing with Rafe, Ari, and Dan, the other music exec in the corner.
“What’s the deal with her?” I motion to Rachel with my head, glancing through the glass to watch Courtney grab the headphones.
“She’s a cunt. I’ve been trying to get rid of her for two years, but she’s got Courtney convinced she needs her.” Malcolm leans back in the chair next to Frank.
“I don’t trust her. I know her ex.” I just stare at Court while reaching into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes.
“Who? Jett? Yeah, he’s an arrogant prick, but Rachel’s fucked in the head,” Malcolm snorts.
“Keep an eye on her.” I light up, inhaling deeply, smelling Courtney’s delicious cunt on my fingers as I smile, feeling my dick getting hard.
“Okay, Court, let’s take it from the beginning,” Malcolm informs her.
She looks up and nods, then glances at me, and our eyes lock.
“A one, two, one-two-three-four,” she purrs out.
And all thoughts but Courtney’s addicting voice takes over. I’ll deal with Rachel and the world later.
COURTNEY
“Holy fuck, Courtney. You’re on fire; you need a break? It’s getting late,” Malcolm’s voice comes in loud.
I look up at the glass window, but instead of focusing on Malcolm, I instinctually go to him.
Deep turquoise blue eyes penetrate through me, stealing my breath, God, at this point, it’s like he’s stealing my soul.
And I hate it.
The fact that my heart leaps to my throat and my stomach flips just looking at Ammo is upsetting. Not to mention, I’ve never sang like that before. He said to take all my frustrations and use it.
I did.
And my music came to life, what had been missing for weeks, seems to be fixed.
I’m almost shaking, I fucking nailed it today.
Why did it have to be him? Never mind, enjoy the moment, you can figure it out later.
“Yeah, we’re done for today,” Ammo answers for me, and I grit my teeth, wanting to argue, but I’m exhausted. Physically and mentally as I watch him fist bump Malcolm.
“Jesus.” I shake my head, watching everyone kiss his ass, worshiping him like he’s some sort of immortal who has special powers. I’m the one who has been singing my voice raw, not him.
I reach to grab my bag from yesterday, and the one I brought today, as Ammo’s growl echoes around the booth.
“Court, I gave your driver the night off. I’m taking you home.” And I freeze, then turn to look at him, but he’s already moved on to talking to Frank.
Whatever, I’m done with this fucked-up power game he seems to be playing. Not only have I been in agony, and I do mean agony. Like I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since he halfway fucked me this morning, and unable to do anything about it.
My clit is throbbing, my pussy is still wet. It’s so bad. I don’t even have panties since he ripped them off me. So, every time I move, I feel my slick wetness, along with his cum. Let’s just say I need a shower, some quiet soothing music, and my vibrator.
Not Ammo, and his arrogant face.
He can’t take me home, Jesus, I’d rather walk than put myself through that torture. I sling both bags over my shoulder as I shove the door open with a satisfying push.
“You were amazing today, Courtney.” Jimmy from yesterday says as I breeze past him on my way to tell off Ammo.
“Oh God, Jimmy.” I stop and turn, “Sorry, I mean, thank you. I’m distracted.” My eyes veer to the closed door that Ammo’s behind.
“You know what? Can you give me a ride home? Apparently, my driver was let go.” I shift my bags, wondering if I should just text Gina to come get me.
He looks over my head at the closed door, then down at me. “I can’t, I’m sorry. I think Mr. Adams wants to take you. I mean, he had me send your driver aw—”
“What’s the problem?” Ammo’s voice makes me jump as I turn to him. Aggravated that my heart races with excitement just watching him put his leather jacket on.
“Oh. I was just telling Courtney…Ms. Falcon that I couldn’t take her home because you wanted to.” He clears his throat. “That you’re taking her home.” He coughs uncomfortably.