AN: Notes at the end. All things Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. ;)
CHAPTER 10
Did she do that on purpose? Flaunt her tight little ass at me, knowing that I had absolutely no self-control? Was she teasing me again, setting me up just to laugh at my pathetic self-induced misery?
Fucking bitch.
I finished up my set and practically ran off stage. The place was packed, and I had to push my way through the crowd to get to the green room. I grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge and downed it in one long gulp. I opened a second, sat on the couch, and waited.
For her. Pathetic.
I could only hope that she felt her usual overpowering need to taunt me and would show her face during my break.
A few minutes in, there was a commotion in the hallway, and the door opened, but it was only Garrett, quickly letting me know I was kicking ass and to keep it up.
I sat on the couch and watched the minutes tick away, staring at that dingy door, willing her to walk in. After twenty minutes, I realized I couldn't wait any longer and had to get back out there.
I grabbed my guitar, opened a new bottle of beer, and headed back out to start round two.
It was the same shit, all over again - Bella, walking around the room, serving drinks, blatantly ignoring me. Me, on stage, pretending I wasn't watching her, my dick painfully hard in my pants.
Towards the end of the set, the crowd started to thin out a bit, and there was more room for folks to move around. I looked around for Bella, noticing that she wasn't walking around as she had been, and I finally spotted her at the back of the room.
She was leaning against a wall, her shirt riding up indecently, and staring at me.
Like eyes-meeting, not-looking-away, smirk-less staring.
I was surprised, startled even, and I almost looked away, just completely caught off guard by her blatant attention. Obviously, another game of hers, and I was determined to no longer be the unwilling participant.
So instead, I met her stare and continued to sing, pouring my lust and aggression and anger into my singing.
The longer it went on - the unexplained eye contact - the stronger I felt, my old confidence returning. I was never lacking for the attention of a woman - it was always easy for me - and I tried to remember how that felt. I had been off my game since that day she walked into the green room. But it was coming back. I was starting to feel like my old self again, and I started to smile.
I finished the song I was singing and stopped to tune my guitar a bit. The audience applauded and screamed for more, just fucking inflating my ego. I glanced at the back of the room and she was still there, still staring at me.
It seemed like the perfect time to try out my new song.
"This is a new one," I mumbled into the mic, and as I started to sing, I met her eyes again.
I saw her in the crowd, watching me, watching me
Took her back, she's on her knees, she offered it was free
The song was blatantly about her, about that first night, and the more I sang, the more I could see her realization, her eyes growing wider with my dirty, dirty words.
She busted in and caught me, the fire in her eyes
Tight lil body lookin so hot, took me by surprise
Her increasingly shocked reaction and awareness only fed my ego, and I singled her out, singing to her as if she were the only woman in the room. The moony-faced bitches in the front row were all over me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Bella, finally thinking that I was making a dent, having some effect on her.
In the green room baby, give it to me quick
Back in the green room, baby, your flower's mine to pick
I finished the song, rough and hard, and while the audience erupted in loud, brash applause, I watched Bella, waiting for some reaction, some acknowledgement of what had just transpired between us. She stood up straight, calmly looked away, and walked out of the room.
What the fuck? Did I just imagine everything that just happened or was it real? Was she playing me again?
Fucking cock teasing little bitch.
All I could do at that point was take a long slug of my now warm beer and finish up the set. I still couldn't fucking believe that that little bitch was doing this to me yet again.
I pushed through the crowd to get to the back room, and I couldn't even enjoy the handful of bimbos trying to get my attention for what I assumed would be a quick fuck and a promise never to call again. I was sure I could get one of them to suck me off, but I was just too pissed. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there and start drinking that little bitch out of my head.
I sat in the green room slowly packing up my shit, and I realized that, despite my anger at her little game, I was still hoping that she would show up. I wanted her warm hand on me again, no matter what the reason or the cost. Fucking pussy. She was playing me again, and I needed to get that through my fucking skull. For some reason, the little cocksucker hated me, and I would never understand what I had done to her. Other than let her catch me with a blonde on her knees with my dick in her mouth, that is.
I drank all the beer that was left in the fridge and walked out to the bar to settle up with Garrett.
Garrett was in the mood to talk and drink, so it was over an hour before I finally left.
I had parked my crappy beat-up shit car on the far end of the parking lot, and it was almost completely empty. It was way after closing time, and almost all the drunk college kids had moved on to their next party.
I threw my guitar in the backseat, and as I started to get in the driver's seat, I heard an unusual noise on the other side of the lot. It was that group of obnoxious assholes from earlier, obviously too drunk to drive, and sounding like they were about to get into some sort of major trouble. I should probably have called the cops on those fuckers before they killed someone.
Then, I saw it. Just for a second, but it was enough to get my attention.
A flash of white. A white t-shirt.
What the?
I started to walk over, still not realizing exactly what I was seeing, when two of the guys moved just enough so I could see.
Jesus Christ, it was Bella. They had Bella. They fucking had Bella.
AN: Sorry about that cliffie, but the plot thickens...
Original song lyrics (as yet untitled) by my fabulous beta, LibbyLou862, who has written 2 other songs for my stories - Trunk Boy and Beautiful. She's amazing, and I'm hoping one day there will be music to go with these lyrics! I'll post the entire song at the end of the last chapter, just FYI.
Hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year's Eve/Day, and here's to a wonderful 2018!
Thanks again, LibbyLou... you truly are the best!
Thanks again for reading!
Di8