Bad For Me (My Forbidden Rockstar) (7 page)

“Alright, well, why don’t you come on inside so I can sign
everything.”

Dom doesn’t respond, but just follows me into the building.
I’m sure he lives in some amazing house or condo, and I wonder what he’ll think
of my small apartment.

He follows me up the steps to the second floor, and I let us
in.

I drop my purse down on a chair, and head into the kitchen.

“Would you like something to drink?” I ask, as I take out a
bottle of water for myself. He sees the bottle and nods at it.

“Water would be great.”

I take out a second one, and hand it to him. He twists off
the top, and I can’t help but watch the way his lips wrap around the bottle as
he takes a long swig.

I am losing my mind.

I take a sip of my own water, and motion for him to follow
me to the dining room.

“Nice place,” he says.

I laugh, “I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you have.”

“Actually, my house isn’t all that great. I’m hardly there
and it feels really cold. A hotel room feels warmer to me.” He stops himself,
as if he’s already shared too much.

“Oh, well. I’m really sorry to hear that.”

I look around my little apartment, and try to see it through
a stranger’s eyes. It’s nicely decorated, and I guess it is a decent size for
LA. We have a great balcony, filled with plants and flowers. I can’t imagine living
somewhere that didn’t feel like home. The thought is depressing.

As Dom spreads out the papers, I suddenly realize I don’t
have a pen. I pop up out of my seat, and in my haste, I brush against Dom’s
body. His muscles are so hard and defined, and my nipples actually harden from
touching him. My head is spinning, and I actually glare at him for being so
sexy. I hate that he has this affect on me.

He tears his glasses off his face and drops them on the
table.

“What?” he demands angrily.

“Nothing!”

I hurry to find a pen.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” I lie.

“Whatever. Let’s just sign these damn papers.”

“I still don’t know why you brought them yourself,” I
mutter. This would be a lot easier if I were just signing something for a
courier.

Dom jumps up from the table. “Because maybe I wanted to
fucking see you, okay? Happy now?”

I stand there, floored, wondering if I heard correctly.

“You wanted to see me?” I say each word slowly, as if I’ve
never heard them strung together in that order before. If he didn’t think I was
stupid before, he certainly does now.

“Yes,” he growls, moving towards me.

I freeze, and I know that if I let him, he is going to kiss
me. Every ounce of my being is singing for Dom, but I know that he is
completely wrong for me.

I put my hands out to stop him, and he looks at me with
confusion and disbelief.

“Don’t,” I whisper. I’m shaking now, and I know he can tell.

He cocks his head to the side. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious, Dom. Don’t come any closer.”

“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes and mutters, “Bull shit,” as
he sits back down. “Let’s sign these,” he snaps.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say sarcastically. “Now, you’re going to
be an asshole because I wouldn’t let you kiss me.”

“Whatever,” he spits, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Well, neither do I!” I say hotly. “If I didn’t want you to
kiss me yesterday, why would I want you to kiss me today?”

I’ve wounded his pride, but I don’t care.

“Just drop it,” he hisses. “I don’t know why I bothered.”

I stomp over to the table and sign my name on the four
different documents. I can see they’re already signed and stamped by Diesel’s
management.

“Don’t you want to go over them?” he asks incredulously.

“No. I’m sure it’s all fine.”

“I really think I should review them with –”

“No!” I snap. I’m furious at this point and I just want Dom
out of my apartment. He’s all-wrong here. He’s much too dangerous to be in my
safe haven. After Sid, I made a rule about having bad boys in my sanctuary, and
I need to start following my own rules.

“Have it your way.”

He sweeps up the papers, leaves my two copies, and stalks to
the door.

“Dom-”

I want to apologize and explain, to tell him that I’m so
screwed up for a reason. I know I must be coming off as hot and cold,
salivating over him one minute and then snapping at him the next.

He looks at me expectantly, but the words die in my throat.
I run my hand over my messy hair and sigh.

“Thanks for bringing the contract by. It was really nice of
you.”

“Nice is my middle name,” he says acidly.

Okay, he is really pissed.

“You might want to look it over,” he smirks, before giving
me one last piercing look with those green eyes. Then he slips his shades back
on, and walks out my door.

Chapter Seven

Dom

My feet can’t take me down the stairs fast enough. I burst
out of the apartment building and stalk toward my car. I stop for a moment to
catch my breath, and try to shake Annie out of my head.

She looked even hotter dressed down tonight and I had a hard
time keeping myself in check. I guess she made it easy by turning me down.

Again...

What the fuck?

Honestly, I had no business trying to make another move on
her, but I thought for sure yesterday had been a fluke. There was no way she
was going to turn me down a second time. No girl ever has.

But Annie Winter shot me down again, and my ego has taken a
hard enough hit. I got the message. The little cock tease didn’t want it
tonight. Fine. There are plenty of other girls that will be more than happy to
have a piece of Dom Dresden.

I’m a jerk. I know it. But nice guys finish dead last. You
have to take what you want in this life.

I slam the door after climbing into my car, and speed out of
the parking lot.

What was I thinking coming here?

Did I hope Annie would fall all over me?

Did I expect her to weep with gratitude?

“Ridiculous,” I mutter.

I speed away chuckling to myself about Annie not reading the
contract. Serves her right. After I had called the band’s manager early this
morning, I explained how Annie had the most rocking voice. We had a new song we
were working on that features a female voice, and we originally intended on
using our old lead backup singer before she got engaged. I also had a raunchy
music video in mind, and Annie just signed her agreement to sing the song and
to film the video after the tour.

Had I known she wasn’t going to read the damn contract, I
would have thrown some other things in there. Such as, “no clothes allowed to
be worn on the tour bus.”

I picture Annie walking around naked, and I promptly get
hard.

I curse under my breath, willing my erection to go down, but
it fights against my jeans.

“Jesus,” I mutter.

I could go home and take care of it, thinking of Annie, but
I don’t want to give her the unknown satisfaction of me jerking off to her. I’m
ten minutes from my house, and I quickly scroll through my phone while trying
to keep my eyes on the road.

I’m trying to find one of my girls who lives nearby.

Jackpot!

I find Brittany’s number in my phone, she’s a busty blonde
who lives with her swinger millionaire husband down the street from my house.

I hit Call and wait for her to pick up.

“Hey Dom baby,” she purrs into the phone.

Better than I could have hoped for.

“Hey, Britt. I got a bit of a problem,” I say into the
phone, dropping my voice so it sounds sexy.

“Hmmm. Can I help you?” Her voice whimpers over the line.
She knows I only call for one thing.

“I hope so, baby. It’s going to be really
hard
to
solve.”

She laughs in her throaty voice, catching my innuendo.

“Oh, I think I’m
up
for the challenge.”

I bite my lip, and let out a low moan. I need to get my ass
home,
now.

“I’ll be home in ten minutes.”

“Meet you there,” she promises, and the line goes dead.

I drive well over the speed limit to hurry home. I’m not
sure what kind of agreement Brittany has with her sugar daddy, but I know that
she’s never available after office hours, and I assume that’s when her man is
home. To my knowledge, Brittany spends her days being pampered, tanning, and
fucking whoever she pleases. In the evenings, she and her husband host wild
parties with other couples. I’ve been a few times, which is how I met Brittany
in the first place.

I reach my development, and I impatiently wait for the
security guard to open the gates for me. He recognizes me, tips his hat, and
the gates swing open. I tear up the driveway, and see Brittany’s red Maserati
parked in front of my house.

Even though I just had my cock sucked last night by that
groupie Khloe, I’m dying for Brittany to get her lips around me. I must have
been really fucked up the other night, because Khloe was not nearly as good as
I had hoped. Not to mention, she had been borderline brown paper bag material.

I throw my car into park, and jump out. I need to play it a
little bit cooler, and so I saunter up to the doorway where Brittany is leaning
against the wall.

“Hey hot stuff,” she greets me.

I rake my eyes over her body, drinking in her tanned skin
and curves. She’s wearing short white shorts, and a teeny yellow tank top. Her
tits are bursting out of her shirt, and my fingers ache to grab them. Her long
bleached blonde hair flows down her back, and I notice her long pink nails. She
smiles at me, her full lips part to reveal her white teeth.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?” Her voice is dripping with
promise.

“Of course, baby.”

I lean in to kiss her cheek, and then gasp as she reaches
down to grab my cock.

“Mmm, hard and ready.”

I give her my trademark grin, and push open the door. She
lets herself in and I follow.

I fucking hate this house.

I haven’t been here in three days, but it feels like it’s
been empty for three years. I’ve never managed to make it feel like home, and I
avoid it more than I actually live in it. My mind jumps back to Annie’s cozy
and peaceful apartment, but I quickly push Annie out of my mind.

I walk through the sterile-looking hallway, filled with art
that I didn’t pick out and don’t care about. I kick open the bedroom door, and
grab Brittany, before pulling her inside.

She giggles loudly, and I push her up against the bedpost.

“I haven’t seen you in months,” she pouts.

“I’ve been busy, babe.”

“Too busy for me?” The corners of her lips turn down, and
all I can think about are those lips and where I want her to put them.

“I’m here now,” I croon, unbuttoning my pants and yanking
down the fly.

“Let me.”

She takes over, and I let her. It feels good to have someone
else in control and I know Brittany will take care of me.

She yanks my jeans down and then my boxers. My dick springs
free, hard and ready for her.

“Mmm.” She licks her lips lasciviously.

She pushes me onto the bed so I’m sitting down and she
settles herself between my legs.

“Wait!” I say. She looks at me expectantly. “Take off your
shirt. I want to see your tits.”

She grins widely, and obediently pulls off her yellow tank
top. Just as I assumed, she wasn’t wearing a bra, she never does, because fake
tits don’t need any support. I groan deep in my throat, and reach down to rub
her hard pink nipples. Even though her tits are fake, they feel good, and she
stands up between my legs, so I can grope her. I put my hands on her tiny hips,
and pull her even closer, before taking one of her massive tits into my mouth.
I suck and suck before I move on to the other one.

Once I’m finished, Brittany kneels back down and picks up
where she left off. As soon as I feel her mouth around me, I let out a low
moan, and I feel my cock get even harder.

Brittany is fucking skilled, and I think of nothing but her
mouth working me over again and again. I stroke her hair as she sucks me, and I
feel my dick give a giant twitch just as I’m about to come.

“Fuck, Britt! Don’t stop!” I groan.

And then I come hard, my dick jerking in her warm mouth as I
spew myself. And all I can picture is Annie’s pretty face and her wide blue
eyes. I see her wearing that tight little white and teal dress, and then again
today in her jeans and t-shirt.

“Fuck!” I gasp.

Brittany moans with pleasure as she swallows, thinking I’m
crying out again because of her, and not because I can’t get Annie off my
brain.

Why in fuck’s name am I thinking of Annie as I blow my load
in Brittany’s warm mouth?