“Why are you getting involved? You hate everyone.”
He eyes me up and down and his mouth curls in the corner. “Felix is my brother. He and his dad took me in when I was kicked out at sixteen, so I owe him a lot.” He rests his hand on the back of his head. “I want something in return.”
I eye him suspiciously. “Ok. What is it? My soul? You can’t have it, I already sold my soul to another god.”
He laughs, actually laughs, and that’s the first time I’ve seen him smile. Normally he’s broody and pissed off at the world.
“I want a homemade pecan pie with extra pecan.” His tone is lighter than a cloud.
I stare as if he told me that he’s an alien. That’s a strange request. I can’t bake to save my life, so I’ll asks Jasper to help me out.
“Pecan pie. Really?”
He nods. “Natasha used to make them for me.” His words throws me off.
“Oh.”
This is the first time I’ve ever heard him mention her. No one but Easton knows the real reason why she hung herself. But I know it tore him up inside. For the public to blame him for her death was a very shitty thing to do.
“I’ll see what I can do. Thanks.”
“You’re not welcome. This is the last and only fuck you’ll get out of me, Sadie. So enjoy it.”
He smirks. Only Easton can be mean and nice at the same time.
Sadie
I bang on the door of my mom’s new estate. After speaking to Dad, he told me that she moved in with Felix’s dad two weeks ago. My mother opens the door and she smiles at me as if she’s the new leader of the world. Conniving and deceitful. Normally, I would shrink under her glare. But that’s the old Sadie, the new Sadie isn’t taking any more of her shit.
She flattens out her cream blouse then her black pencil skirt. Her hair is in a French braid.
“How dare you?” I scream at the top of my lungs. That’s it, I can’t keep my anger in anymore. This is going to be the last time she’ll butt in my life ever again. I’m sick of her fucking bullying. Mr. Sawyer waltzes to the door with his shirt off, displaying his hairy chest and leather pants.
Who wears leather pants in the middle of June?
He rests his hands on her shoulder, presses his lips to the side of her temple. Repulsive. I want to vomit, and I should, right in her face.
“You blackmail Felix into breaking up with me by telling him you would destroy his character with the media. How. Dare. You?”
“You did what?” Mr. Sawyer cocks his eyebrow and a frown ceases his face.
I stab my index finger into her shoulder, and she doesn’t flinch. “You stay the hell away from us. You hear me this time? If you keep fucking with me and Felix, I’ll go to the media about the many affairs you had. I’ll tell them how I’m a bastard child and how you’re a neglectful mom. I’ll air out all our family’s dirty laundry. I’ll make you look so shitty that you’ll wish I wasn’t your daughter.
“And let’s see if your stuck-up friends will hang around?”
I ball up my fists and dig my nails into my palms. Her face turns red, and she wrinkles up her nose.
Mr. Sawyer takes a step back, looks at my mother as if she lost her mind. His facial expression morphs into complete anger. “You threatened my boy?”
She stands there frozen, her eyes trained on me.
“I asked you a fucking question. Did you threaten my son?” He twirls her around as if she’s a ballerina, and she shrugs. Her facial expression is blank.
My mother is a heartless bitch. She really doesn’t have any remorse for the shit that she does. How the hell did my dad put up with her crap all these years? I would have clocked out of that relationship a long time ago. It takes a strong person to handle her, and I’m not one of them.
“You know the real reason why she wants to marry you is because my father is divorcing her. He found out about the affair. And she lost all her millions because Dad locked her out of all his accounts so she couldn’t steal his money.”
She looks at me with shock on her face, and she grinds her teeth together so hard that they might break.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” I smirk as if I’m a warrior that just won a war.
“It’s over between us,” Mr. Sawyer says, gripping her chin hard. “I cheated on my dying wife with you. I almost sabotaged my relationship with my son, and you pull this shit?”
She yanks her chin from his grip and turns towards me.
“You bitch. You ruin everything. I should have dumped you in the trash can when you were born.” Her words sting because I still love her despite her being a bitch. I still care about her. But I’ve accepted her for who she is as a self-centered, controlling, abusive bitch. Like my grandma used to say when she was alive: when a person shows you who they are, believe them. This is my mother.
She raises her hand to strike me, and Mr. Sawyer catches her. She tries to yank her wrist from his grip. “Let me go!”
“Don’t you ever put your hands her. I’m kicking you off my gravy train, now pack your shit and leave. I want you out of here by the end of the day,” he says. I mouth thank you and he nods in approval.
I stood up to my mother and I conquered my demon.
Felix
The day I leave for tour…
I load my bags into the little cabin in the bus that’s parked outside my house. I sit next to Azrael who’s looking out the window. Aurora is in the back cabin and Easton in the bathroom. I take out Sadie’s diary and rest it on the brown round table. She didn’t change the code to enter her apartment, so I stole one of Sadie’s diaries when she wasn’t home. The one she wrote about how she loves me. I need to take a piece of her with me. Our fling was short-lived, but she made an impact on my soul.
I never plan to give it back to her. After all, I lost the love of my life, and even though it makes me sound pussy whipped, I don’t care. Our first concert is going to be in Nashville, and we have a long ride a head of us.
“Who’s pulling up to your driveway in a black Mercedes?” Azrael asks and I turn to look out the window. My pulse quickens and my mouth goes dry. I jump up from my chair and leave the bus.
Sadie throws the car in park, jumps out, and rushes into my chest, wrapping her tiny arms around my waist. My heart hammers in my chest and my dick gets hard. So fucking hard.
She takes a step back and her cheeks are flushed, and she looks at my noticeably hard dick. I readjust myself and stare at her as if she’s still my Thumbelina.
She smells like my new home, hope, and fresh opportunities.
Our new manager, Alyssa, which by the way has been a pain in my fucking ass, ducks her head out the window.
“You have twenty minutes.” Her voice is soft as pillows then she disappears inside the bus.
Sadie and I stare at each other long and hard. Neither of us is saying anything. Just staring as if this will be the last time we’ll see each other. Her mother could ruin my career, so I need to be a dick.
”What the fuck are you doing here?” I need to be harsh. So she’ll get the memo that we can’t be together. “Didn’t I tell you I don’t want you?”
”Shut up,” she says. “I figured out why you broke up with me. So, drop the tough guy act.”
I don’t respond as I continue to stare at her.
”You don’t have to worry about Trish, I handled the situation.”
I tilt my head to the side. “How?”
”I paid her a visit and I used her shit against her.” She stands on her tippy toes, kisses me on the lips, and I fucking melt. “I want to see my boyfriend before he leaves for tour. And tell him to have a safe trip.”
I smile as if she told me that I hit the lottery, because who am I kidding? I’m in love with this girl. I grab her by the ass, pull her close to me, and kiss her. Her mouth on me heats up every cell and fiber in my body.
“Where’s my goddamn pecan pie?” I hear Easton yell and walk off the bus. I pull away from Sadie and cock my eyebrow.
“In the front seat of the passenger side,” Sadie says and turns to look at me, shrugging. “Easton told me the real reason why you broke up with me in exchange for pie.”
East goes to the front seat and grabs the spoon and dig it into it. “This shit is good.”
“Him and his pie,” I say, then she stares back at me with a glint in her eyes. “I love you,” I tell her.
“I know. Your love is like fresh spring water, it’s rejuvenating and refreshing and pure.” She responds as her cheeks turn rosy red. Those are the words from her diary.
“Your mind penetrates my mind, making love to my thoughts,” I whisper in her ear and I pull her into my arms, raining kisses on her face. Kisses of love. Kisses of I’m going to marry her. Kisses of I’m going to load her up with babies. Kisses of forever.
Felix
6 Months later …
When I saw Sadie rushing into the conference room when we first met, I knew that I had to have her. She kept her conversations short and let the whole band know that she’ll be our new manager. And that she wasn’t going to take our shit. I thought she was teasing me wearing her short rompers and Greek sandals. Her smart mouth and her “don’t fuck with me” attitude made my dick hard. I wasn’t looking for someone to settle down with. I just wanted to fuck someone until the band’s next tour started. I had no idea that she was brilliant.
I had no idea that she had a big heart.
I had no idea that she had a beautiful soul.
After I blackmailed her into fucking me, I got to know her up close. I read most of her diaries. Her words penetrated my mind and made love to my soul. She always told me that my band’s music touched her soul. But her words are more powerful than anything East has ever written.
The world viewed me as a Broken God. Sadie didn’t view me as someone that needing to be fixed, she viewed me as someone that she would accept and love unconditionally.
I pull up to the parking garage of our condo. The one that her and Jasper used to share together. I moved in three weeks ago. After I had lunch with my dad, I stopped by the jeweler and picked out a ring that’s burning a hole in my pocket. It cost me a lot of money. Sadie has always liked expensive jewelry. She likes expensive trips and the luxury life her parents provided. And I plan to spend the rest of my life making her happy.
I open the front door. Tanner and Sadie sit at the granite dining table. She doesn’t know that I spoke to her dad earlier to ask for her hand in marriage. Her dad gave me his blessing.
“What’s going on in here?” I ask, dropping a kiss on her forehead. Ever since she found out that Tanner isn’t her biological father, he’s been a better father to her. She already lost one of her parents. Patricia works as a waitress at a bar and she calls Sadie every week begging and pleading for her to work at Sacrifice Records, but Sadie doesn’t want anything to do with her. I’ll never forgive her mother for forcing me to break Sadie’s heart. It’s one of the things I regret in my life. My dad apologized for Patricia’s behavior. I lost respect for him for allowing a woman to come between us. And, I don’t trust anything he tells me. But, I do give him props for bending over backwards trying to repair our damage relationship.
“We’re talking about work. We just finished eating dinner. I made him veggie pot pie.” Delight punches her words.
“I told her she needs to hire a chef, she can’t cook,” Tanner shoots back. “Especially since she’s going to be a wife soon,” he adds, then I drop to my right knee behind Sadie and hold out a red velvet box.
“What’s up with you? You’ve been speaking about marriage all day.” She eyes him suspiciously and Tanner tilts his head towards me. I grab her hand, and she stares at the box then back at me. Her eyes grow wide and shock colors her face.
“Sadie, you are my future, my life, and my love. Would you make me an honest man and marry me?”
She doesn’t say anything for too long and my heart beats crazy in my chest and my palms are so sweaty. If she’s not ready for marriage, then I’ll wait for her. I’ll wait until she’s ready. Because she’s worth it. She places both hands on my cheeks and kisses my lips.
“Is that a yes?” My tone is low.
She nods and I stand up and wrap her tiny body in my arms. I slide the huge-ass diamond ring on her finger. Tanner pats me on the back and says, “Welcome to the family.”
“Get out. I need to load your daughter up with my babies.”
He glares at me then he leaves.
“We talked about this, Felix. We’re waiting until ten years to start talking about having kids.”
“We talked about that?” I cock my eyebrow.
“Yes. At the release party,” she lies.
“We never talked about that.” I shake my head.
“Fine. But at least can we wait until after we’re married?”
I nod. As I carry her to the bedroom, I kiss her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you more.”
Then I make love until the sun comes up the next morning.
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