Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Rock makes a low whistle as Rae walks across the studio. “Well hey there, gorgeous,” he says in a stupid tone that only the people close enough would recognize as teasing. “Not gonna lie, I’m not used to seeing the woman I spent the night with the next morning.”
Fuck. I could kill him.
Rae continues walking, not skipping a beat, and sure as fuck not lifting her gaze toward us. “You fucking wish, Rock,” she says, holding her hand up and giving him the bird. “Keep your manwhore tendencies to yourself.”
Rock laughs as Dylan steps in beside me. “Don’t stress, man,” he says, keeping his tone low so that Rae doesn’t hear him across the studio. “He’s just fucking with her. Nothing happened.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I say, knowing both Rock and Rae well enough to know they would never cross that line, doesn’t grate on my nerves any less though.
“As for her friend,” Dylan says with a cringe. “I don’t think I can say the same. I think I fucked her, but I can’t be sure. I was so fucking drunk I don’t even remember going to bed. All I know is that I woke up in Rae’s hotel room next to her friend and the word ‘MINE’ was written across my chest in black Sharpie.”
My head whips toward him. “What?”
He shrugs his shoulders as if having no idea himself, but grips the bottom of his shirt and tears it up, showing me the faded word where he’s clearly spent ages trying to scrub it off. “I don’t fucking know, man.”
I let out a breath, my cheeks blowing out. “She’s gonna kill you.”
“Shit.”
Rae slows her pace, her brows furrowed as she reaches for her phone, and I watch as she swipes her thumb across the screen. Her gaze narrows, and in an instant, her slow pace comes to a dead stop as she looks over something—a text, maybe.
Her head snaps up, her feral stare locking onto Dylan’s.
“YOU DIDN’T!”
“Oh fuck,” he mutters beside me.
“Run,” I say, knowing that look all too well. “Fucking run, bro.”
Dylan shoves his guitar at me, and I barely manage to catch it before he takes off at a sprint. “I’m sorry,” he throws over his shoulder as Rae bolts after him.
His killer hangover slows him down, and in seconds, she has him pinned on the couch, sitting on his chest, and using her thighs to keep his arms locked at his side. “How many times . . .” she says, grabbing a cushion and whacking him with it. “Do I have to tell you,” whack, “that my friends are off limits?” She thumps him again before shoving the cushion against his face and trying to suffocate him. “I swear, you assholes never fucking change.”
Rock laughs as Jett watches, clearly having no idea what’s going on, but all I feel is intense jealousy. I’d give anything to have that carefree nature with Rae again. It used to be me she tried to suffocate with cushions, but that was another life, one so far away that I don’t think I can ever get back.
Remembering that Rae is tiny, Dylan grabs her, and in the space of a second, he has her pinned on the couch. “Don’t make me fart on you, Raleigh Stone,” Dylan warns.
“You wouldn’t,” she shrieks.
“I thought last night would have been a clear indicator that I never matured anywhere past the age of nineteen,” Dylan says, and honestly, I’ve never heard a truer statement come from his mouth. “You know damn well that I’ll do it.”
“Okay, fine,” she says. “Let me up.”
Dylan relents and allows her the chance to get up, and when they’re both back on their feet, she meets his stare. “I hate you.”
“You love me,” he says, hooking his arm over her shoulder and yanking her into his side. “How are you feeling this morning? Bet you’re regretting that last shot of tequila right about now.”
Rae scoffs. “I’m regretting the last five shots of tequila.”
A throat clears across the room, and I glance toward the door to see Lenny and Marley making their way into the studio. “Are we spending the day fucking around or are we actually going to do some work today?” Lenny demands. “Last day of rehearsals before we jet off to Europe, and I need to know that you all have this shit down.”
“We’ve had it down since we were sixteen,” Rock says.
Lenny shakes his head, clearly not in the mood this morning, and he focuses his attention on Rae. “Raleigh, you’re with me,” he snaps before striding into the attached office with Marley hastily chasing behind.
Rae glances at Dylan and gives him a knowing look. “Showtime.”
“You’re gonna kill it,” he tells her, and with that, Rae traipses after Lenny, walking into the office and closing the door behind her.