Bad For Me (My Forbidden Rockstar) (10 page)

All hell breaks loose.

“What the fuck!!” Mel screams, and I feel Johnny drag me
backwards. Annie shouts too, and Sid is on the floor, covering his bloody nose,
screaming obscenities at Annie.

“You shut the fuck up! This has nothing to do with her!” I
shout as I fight against Johnny.

“Dude! Stop! What the hell are you doing?” Johnny pleads.

He has help now, and the guys drag me away, and Mel helps
Sid off the floor. I triumphantly watch the blood trickle down his chin, and I
think of what a pansy he looks like right now. He’s all talk and no backbone;
the fucker has no intention of fighting back.

Sid scrambles up and points at me. “You’re fucking crazy
too!” He puts his arm around Mel and walks to the door. He turns back around
and looks straight at Annie with a sick, satisfied smile on his face. “Nice
job, sweetie. Certainly moving up in the world aren’t you? I’m sure his cock
ain’t half as satisfying as mine.”

I watch something inside Annie snap, and she’s in front of
Sid in two seconds flat.

Her voice is so low, that I have to strain to hear her.

“You stay the fuck away from me, or I’ll make sure that
less-than-satisfying dick of yours never sees another woman again.”

Mel gasps audibly.

Sid only glares at her. I want to jump and shout with pride
for Annie, but I am frozen in place as I watch her walk away from Sid.

Jenner hoots in approval next to me, and Avery cheers and
starts clapping his hands.

“Go Annie!” Johnny yells.

Everyone else is eerily quiet. I see Annie turn around,
she’s surprised to see the guys cheering for her.

“Get the fuck out, loser,” Avery says.

With a sneer, Sid smacks Mel’s ass and stalks out of the
building.

“Are you out of your mind?” Mel cries, running up to me. I
shrug and turn away, but not before I see her hightail it after Annie.

“What was that all about?” she demands, whirling Annie
around.

Annie flinches at her touch.

“Don’t touch me,” she says in a quiet voice.

“I want to know why Dom is punching my boyfriend, and what
any of that has to do with you?”

Annie’s eyes are cold blue steel. “I have no idea why Dom
punched him,” she says, her voice is equally cold, “And Sid and I are history.
But you might want to ask him about Ammara.”

“What?”

“Ammara. She’s an art distributer in Long Beach. I’m sure
she’ll explain everything.”

Then Annie slips behind a black curtain that’s dividing the
room.

I hurry to the other side of the room, and slip behind
another section of the curtain.

I’m practically aching now, I need to see Annie. I need to
see that she’s okay. I really don’t know when I turned into such a pussy.

I see Annie about thirty yards away at the other end, and
she seems to be sitting on the ground crying. I hurry towards her, and notice
that she is actually hugging herself and rocking back and forth.

Oh, shit. She’s seriously upset. I’m not sure I know what to
do here, but I go with my gut instinct.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I soothe, as I approach her.

She’s shocked to see me and she jumps up in surprise and
wipes at her tears.

“What are you doing here?” she asks angrily, turning her
back to me.

“I could tell you were upset. I wanted to check on you.”

She sniffles loudly and turns around to face me. Even though
she’s been crying, she still looks fucking beautiful. I want to pull her in my
arms, but I resist the urge.

“Thanks,” she says cautiously. She takes a shaky breath.
“Why did you punch him?”

Shit. Now I need to admit that I’ve been snooping like a
lovesick teenager.

I try to shrug it off like it didn’t mean anything, but
Annie’s baby blue eyes bore into me, and I know she’s not buying it for a
second.

I blow out an exasperated breath.

“I always thought he was a doucher, but then I learned what
happened with you two.”

Annie’s face reddens, and she ducks her head while tugging
nervously on her shirt.

“Everybody knows,” she says hopelessly.

“Actually, I don’t think they do,” I offer. “I had to do
some snooping to figure it out.”

This gets her attention and her head snaps up. I don’t look
at her, but I can feel her assessing me.

“Snooping?”

“Well, your dad alluded to something happening at the Cherry
Tower…”

“Oh crap, now I’m really embarrassed!”

“Don’t be! The little shit deserves it, and he deserves way
more than that one little punch I just gave him.”

I look up and see a small smile play on Annie’s lips.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

And I don’t know why, but everything just seems to fall into
place. It’s like a wall just came down between us, and we are both standing
here in front of each other, exposed.

So, I try again, and hope the third time’s the charm as I
grab Annie roughly, and pull her to me. She doesn’t resist, and instead a small
moan escapes her lips that drives me fucking wild. Her body is so soft against
me, just how I remembered but even better. I press my lips hard against hers,
and she complies, parting her lips so I can slide my tongue into her warm
mouth.

She tastes even better than I remember, and I keep waiting
for that excruciating pain of being kneed in the balls but it doesn’t come. I
kiss her harder, and Annie responds under my touch like she was made for me.
Fuck, she feels so good!

My greedy hands cup her ass, pulling her body tighter to me,
and she moans again when she feels my hard dick press into her thin leggings. I
can feel the gentle line of her folds against my cock, and I can’t help but
groan myself.

My hands are everywhere, running up and down her shirt,
grabbing her ass, and fisting in her hair. Annie’s body is wrapped so tightly
around me, that I don’t think she’ll ever let go. She’s moaning softly into my
mouth, meeting each of my kisses with her own eager lips, and her nails are
running up and down the back of my neck, making me shudder with pleasure.

“Annie,” I groan.

She responds by only kissing me harder.

“Dom! Where the hell are you?” Comes a booming voice from
the other side of the curtain.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The moment is ruined, and Annie pulls back as if I burned
her. Her delicate hand flies to her swollen, pink lips, and a look of
embarrassment washes over her face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, “What am I doing?”

“Dom!”

“I’m coming!” I croak, hoping Richard doesn’t come looking
for me on this side of the curtain.

I try to gather myself, knowing I’ve got a major boner in my
tight jeans. I run my hand through my hair, and try to calm myself down. I’m a
little freaked out, because Annie is looking at me like I’m Jack the Ripper or
some shit.

“I shouldn’t have done that...” She says, “Dom, I’m so
sorry.”

“Whoa. Wait!” I grab her hand. “But I’m not sorry.”

But Annie only shakes her head, and her eyes are swimming
with tears again.

“Dom!” Richard bellows.

“Fuck! We’re not done talking about this!” I whisper.

But Annie’s already dashing towards the other end of the
black curtain.

My mind is a fucking mess, and I can still taste Annie and
feel her body pressed against me. I adjust my unquestionably blue balls, and I
curse to myself as I go in search of Richard.

Chapter Ten

Annie

After Dom and I kissed I ran away like a scared little girl
and hid from him. I somehow managed to avoid running into him one-on-one for
the rest of the day, and kept to myself for the following two days after that.
As soon as the weekend came, I could finally breathe easy again.

It was difficult to purposefully avoid Dom, after all, I too
wanted to talk about what happened, but I managed it. He sought me out countless
times, but I either slipped away, or acted like I was too engrossed in other
conversations to speak to him. I could tell he was angry and confused. I’m sure
I hurt his pretty little ego, but I've lost control and this is the only way to
get the ball back in my court.

The kiss with Dom had been amazing, I’ll admit it.

The moment was mind-blowing, earth-shattering, and life
changing, but it was all wrong. It was everything I wanted, and everything I
knew that was completely bad for me.

How do I explain that to Dom? How can I tell him that I want
him, but that we can never be together?

He must think I’m crazy.

I can’t stop thinking about how he punched Sid because of
me. No one had ever done anything like that for me before. Dom stood up for me
and defended me without question. Of course, I’m still completely embarrassed
that he found out about my onstage tantrum at the Cherry Tower. But in a weird
way it’s touching that he cared enough to go out of his way to find out the
details.

Days later I am still reeling from Sid’s appearance at
rehearsal. And if Mel didn’t like me before, she certainly didn’t like me now.
Especially after she took my advice and called down to Long Beach and found out
exactly who Ammara is. I don’t know why I told Mel; I should have let her find
out the hard way like I did. She deserved as much. Now Mel is pretty much
giving me the silent treatment, as if
I
am the reason Sid is a
two-timing jerk-off.

I take a long sip of my lemonade and look over at Elle. Her
head is resting back in the pedicure chair and her eyes are closed. This is
exactly what I needed - a nice, girly activity to keep my mind off Dom and Sid.

I wish it were actually working.

“Elle?” I ask tentatively.

“Hmm?”

“I can’t stop thinking about Dom.”

 Elle’s eyes pop open and she picks her head up to look at
me.

“You have to let it go. He’s nothing but a colleague and
your future step-brother, I might add.”

“I know, I know. I just wish I had never kissed him,” I
moan.

“Well, I can’t blame you there,” she says honestly, “how
could you have resisted him? He’s gorgeous.”

“But he’s so cocky! Ugg! But I
liked
kissing him!”

“Of course you liked kissing him! And alcoholics love a
glass of wine after they’ve been sober for a few days!”

That is a perfect analogy. I am like an alcoholic when it comes
to bad boys.

“When do you go on tour?” she asks, resting her head back
down and wiggling her toes.

“Next weekend is the kickoff. How am I going to co-exist
with him? We’ll be sharing a tour bus for Christ’s sake.”

Elle gives me a pointed glance. “This is your job. A job
that we both know you desperately need. So suck it up, focus on your singing,
and just be polite to Dom. His mother is going to marry your father. Keep it
friendly but professional. End of story.”

I moan, and put my head in my hands. Elle makes everything
seem so easy. If only I could make my life so cut and dry.

“Right,” I mumble. “Friendly and professional.”

* * *

We’re back at rehearsal on Monday morning. I manage to say
hello to Dom and ask him a very polite question about the new song I’m featured
in. I catch him completely off-guard, and he’s so surprised that I’m even
talking to him that he doesn’t even think to bring up our kiss.

But on Tuesday, when I try to talk him again, he’s ready.

He puts his hand firmly around my waist and guides me away
from the band. I can feel everyone watching us as we move into a corner.

“When the hell are we going to talk about that kiss?” he
asks in a low voice.

He’s dressed in dark jeans and a tight black shirt. I try my
best not to drool at the sight of him.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I say lamely.

“Bullshit! That kiss was
something
and you know it!”

I give him an innocent look. He breaks his hold from me and
curses loudly.

“Christ! What is it with you, Annie?” He says, his eyebrows
are furrowed and he’s practically pleading with me, “One minute you’re thrusting
your tongue down my throat, and the next you’re acting like I don’t exist!”

He rakes his hand through his hair, and I’m surprised to see
he isn’t even trying to maintain his cool façade.

“I thought we had a moment,” he confesses, “I let my guard down…so
did you, and I refuse to act like nothing happened.”

I melt, seeing him before me, his green eyes wide and
vulnerable.

“Dom, you’re right, and I’m sorry,” I say.

The words come tumbling out and I know that I’m going to
regret them later.

“We did have a moment, and I wanted that kiss. But you’re
bad for me. I am notorious for picking lousy men.”

His face twists with hurt, and I quickly try to backtrack.