Chapter 6

“You’ll recover soon, I’m sure. There are lots of willing bodies out there just waiting to fuck a rising star.”

Monty stood and stalked to the door. “Nobody treats me like this, ever. You’re just a muscle-bound idiot with a fat cock.” He was hurt, and lashing out, and I got that. Didn’t mean his words didn’t sting.

I winced internally, but I’d heard it before from others. “And you’re a spoiled rock star wannabe who thinks he can get whatever he wants, whenever he wants. So you did. Leave already, before I throw you out.”

For a blink of an eye, I thought I saw remorse on his face, but it passed. He slammed out of my apartment.

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A few weeks later, Pearce took my spot at the door again on a Friday night so I could enjoy Rebel’s Ultimatum, since they were playing again. It would be their last night at the club because they were about to go on tour as an opening act for a mega-popular group. This was the band’s first step toward the big time.