A FILTHY Engagement: a filthy line novel
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A FILTHY Engagement
a filthy line novel
Jaxson Kidman
Contents
A FILTHY Engagement
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Meet Reed
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A FILTHY Engagement
FILTHY LINE - Dex
Barista by day.
Engaged to the baddest rock star in the world by night.
Well, fake engaged.
I mean, what’s one more lie, right?
To be fair, it was Dex’s idea.
In trouble one too many times…
Now he needs me to make him look tame.
Trust me, there is no taming this wild hunk.
He’s built from muscle, music, and a thirst for women.
He can do whatever he wants.
Just as long as holds up his end of this crazy lie.
The engagement ring on my finger is just for show.
But now these feelings between us...
Well, maybe he’ll end up with another love ballad to play when this ends.
We were supposed to play pretend.
But there’s no pretending between the sheets.
And now I’m looking at Dex questioning what’s fake and real…
1
DEX
“My ass is going to get fired for this, man.”
“Why?” I asked as I took the ticket and the pen through the jail cell bars.
They were an ugly yellow color, and the walls were the same with the paint chipped. Definitely not a scary kind of jail. Then again, it was a holding cell. And the dude in the next cell sat on a bench all alone, crying like a baby. He had his hands in his face, talking about his wife leaving him.
I looked at the ticket and shook my head.
Funny enough it wasn’t the first time I was autographing a ticket.
And not signing the ticket because I was accepting a ticket or admitting any sort of guilt.
This was for a fan.
“Love you guys so much,” Officer Rocsen said. “Saw you on your first tour. Fuck, even before that. The little shit clubs on the strip, man. I was there. Long hair, screaming the lyrics…”
I lifted my eyes. “You cut your hair, huh?”
“Had to.”
“Fucking society.”
“It’s called a fucking paycheck.”
“I respect that then,” I said.
I wrote on the ticket and handed it back through the bars.
Officer Rocsen grabbed the ticket and looked around to make sure he wasn’t going to get busted.
“You’d get in trouble for this?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Last year someone took a selfie with a celebrity who got picked up on a DUI and got canned.”
“You better hide that ticket,” I said.
“Are you going to say something?”
“Fuck no, brother,” I said. “We’re good. But, hey, what’s with the crier over here?”
“Oh, that guy,” Officer Rocsen said. “He was in a park, on a slide, getting… serviced…”
“Paid for?” I asked.
Officer Rocsen nodded.
“Damn,” I said. “Did you let him finish at least?”
“I didn’t make the arrest.”
“The way he’s crying… not a chance he finished. Damn.”
“That’s on him,” Officer Rocsen said. “Now he’s complaining about his wife leaving him. She won’t come bail him out.”
“See… this is why marriage and love and relationships… it’s all bullshit.”
“Not unless you find the right one.”
“The right one?” I asked. “Give me a break. There’s so many right ones out there.”
“You’re a rock star, man, it’s easy for you. You could get married every night if you wanted to.”
“Then I pop a load and realize it’s just another beautiful woman,” I said. “And we look deep into each other’s eyes and know exactly what just happened. And as her heart is racing, whispering I fucking love you, Dex… have your fucking babies… I gently slide my left foot toward her and guide her ass out of the bed.” I snapped my fingers. “That… is love.”
“That is rock star love.”
“It’s the only kind I know.”
The guy next to me let out another crying whine. Then he fell to his knees and slammed his fists on the floor.
“I love you, Winnie. I can’t lose you. You’ve been distant. It meant nothing…”
“Fuck,” I said. “I can’t be in here much longer.”
“Nothing I can do, man,” Officer Rocsen said.
“Of course there is,” I said. “You just don’t want to risk your ass. Except for an autograph.”
“I take this home to my lady and she’s going to lose her mind,” Officer Rocsen said. “We met after one of your concerts. She was getting sick in a trash can outside the venue. I thought she was drunk but it was food poisoning.”
“You wild son of a bitch,” I said with a smile. “You were going for the cheap fuck after a show… the drunk whore messed up…” I clapped my hands. “Good for you.”
Officer Rocsen laughed. “That’s fucked up. And you’re saying that to a cop?”
“I’m already behind bars, bro,” I said.
“True.”
“So what did you do when you found out she had food poisoning?”
“Got her home and left my number on her nightstand.”
“Nice guy.”
“Checked on her the next morning.”
“Even nicer.”
“She was feeling a little better and wanted to take a shower. I went to start the shower for her and next thing I knew… we were in the shower together.”
“Filthy,” I said with a wink.
Officer Rocsen laughed. “Christ. I can’t believe that I’m talking to Dex from Filthy Line about this shit right now. Meg is going to flip her lid.”
“Give her a call. Get her up on the screen.”
“Oh, man, I wish…”
Officer Rocsen looked around, thinking about it.
A heavy door slammed and the boom echoed for a second.
Someone yelled ‘Where is that fucking piece of shit now?’
I clicked my tongue and grabbed the jail cell bars.
I smiled.
“Well, there’s my ride out of here…”
* * *
Toby looked rough.
Like he had been woken up in the middle of the night to come bust out an asshole rock star from jail.
Wait…
“A fucking bar fight?” Toby asked.
“Did Dicky call you?”
“Of course he did. He said you got jumped.”
“So it wasn’t my fault. I was waiting for Destiny…”
“Destiny?” Toby asked. “What are you… a fucking hippy now?”
“No,” I said. “Destiny… the woman at the bar. Fake name. Real tits. I was waiting for her to-”
“Save it,” Toby said. He looked at Officer Rocsen. “He’s leaving. And if you try any fucking bullshit with paperwor
k and legalities, I’ll fucking have you writing tickets down at the beach for bicycles illegally chained to fucking benches.”
“Hey,” I said Toby. “Rocsen is my buddy. Leave him alone.”
I put my fist out and Officer Rocsen hit it.
“Oh, fuck,” Toby said. “Did he pay your bail?”
“Ah, Toby, come on,” I said. “How about I buy you a lady for the night?” I winked at Officer Rocsen. “Hey, still got the one this guy was fooling around with?”
“Fuck, man, you’re crazy,” Officer Rocsen said with a laugh.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Toby said. “Smells like piss in here.”
“I had to go,” I said. “Sorry.”
Toby looked down at my dick bulge in my jeans.
“Eyes up here, perv,” I said.
“Fuck you,” Toby yelled. “You didn’t piss yourself.”
I slapped Toby’s back. “This guy is something, huh?”
“Get me the fuck out of here,” Toby said.
“Wait a second,” I said. I looked over my shoulder at the crybaby. He was back on the bench, looking at his hands, talking to himself. “Pay his bail too.”
“What?” Toby asked. “What the fuck is this?”
“Pay the bail for that guy,” I said.
“Are you fucking kidding?” Toby asked. “You’re not some vigilante here, Dex.”
I looked at Officer Rocsen. “Get the paperwork together. Get him out of here. Let him get home to his wife and see where it goes. Can’t imagine it’s good for either of them to be thinking about this shit all night.”
“Dex,” Toby said. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I leaned toward Officer Rocsen. “Get the wife on the phone too. To be fair, it was a business thing, right? And as long as he didn’t look her in the eyes while she was earning her cash… who cares?”
“Ohmygod,” Toby said with a sigh. He rubbed his forehead.
I walked by Toby and saw myself out of the police station.
Outside, I took a deep breath of the fresh air that stunk of freedom.
I walked down the steps and paused.
I thought about Destiny.
The one that got away.
What if I fell in love with her?
What if I married her?
What if we had ten kids and I taught them how to play guitar?
What if we vacationed around the world on Filthy Line royalty checks?
I laughed.
Like that shit would ever happen.
I would have met Destiny in the bathroom and she would have watched the reflection of me behind her, making damn sure she would never forget me. I would have been nice enough to write my name on her lower back. A washable autograph…
“Dex? Filthy Line Dex?”
I turned my head and saw two couples walking by the police station.
Each couple holding hands.
The curly haired blondie with the tall douche looking guy was the one who recognized me.
“Hey you,” I said. “Why are you holding his hand and not mine?”
“Because she’s engaged,” the tall douche guy said.
“He’s joking,” his fiancée said.
“It’s really him,” the other guy said. “Holy shit. Can we get a picture?”
“Sure,” I said.
The other guy took out a phone and I stood between the two couples.
My right hand touched the lower back of the other girl. But my left hand… that one gently traveled down the curly haired blondie’s body. As I crept down to her ass, her fiancé’s hand was already there, cupping her sweet little ass.
The picture was taken and I looked at the protective soon-to-be husband and gave him a nod.
He wasn’t impressed.
But he should have been.
It would have taken me five minutes tops to have the curly blondie wearing nothing but her engagement ring. Fuck… right in a jail cell too. Why not? It would never turn into love. At least not the kind she had with the tall douche who put the ring on her finger.
“I love your music so much,” the curly haired blondie said to me.
“Thanks,” I said. “I love you right back.”
“We have to get going,” the tall douche fiancé said.
“Enjoy the rest of your night,” I said. “Don’t end up here.”
“Hey, why are you here?” the other guy asked.
“You know Sab, right?” I asked.
“Of course. Drummer. Is he in there?”
“He tried fucking a pineapple,” I said. “I guess it’s illegal to fuck fruit?”
“That’s disgusting,” the tall douche said.
“I agree,” I said.
I winked at the curly haired blondie and they walked away.
The tall douche moved his hand away from the curly blondie.
So I watched her ass rock back and forth.
And I wrote a new Filthy Line song as I became hypnotized by her.
The song was called Get That Ass Back Here, Babe, We Have Business and By Business I Mean I’m Going to Fuck You Until You Forget Your Name…
I touched my jaw and it fucking hurt still.
So in one night, I lost Destiny, I lost the curly hair blondie, I got bailed out of jail by Toby, and helped some guy who bought some love that didn’t work out.
You’d think that would be enough for one person.
Shit… it wasn’t even two in the morning.
I was just getting fucking started.
* * *
I swung the beer bottle with my right hand while my left hand was up Destiny’s shirt, my thumb sliding back and forth over the nipple ring she had promised me was there. The teasing and flirting was taking its toll on everyone in the situation. Not only did the little bar feel good against my thumb, the taste was still on my tongue.
Which was why I had to swing the beer bottle.
I thought the diamond ring on her finger was just for show.
Decoration.
I guess I should have known it was an actual engagement ring.
What the fuck was it tonight with marriage, love, engagement, tits, and me being so fucking horny?
The beer bottle shattered against the guy’s head before I could answer the question.
He dropped to the floor, holding his head.
Two other guys came toward me.
I looked at Destiny and winked.
“It’s been fun, but I need my hand back.”
“Okay, Dex,” she said.
Her name wasn’t Destiny but I needed the night to be full circle to feel right.
I didn’t belong in the bar I was in.
And now taking on a bunch of guys at once… really stupid.
Destiny tended to her bloody man on the floor, slapping him across the face, telling him he did this because she didn’t want to go out. And that she knew he had been flirting with someone named Erin and that he had slept with someone named Tina last month while she was out of town taking care of her great aunt after her stroke.
See? What the fuck good is love… it’s nothing but problems…
I hit one of the guys clean on the jaw and dropped him.
The sight of that made the second guy pause. He showed his hands and backed away.
I did the same, showing a sign of peace.
And I needed to peace the fuck out of the bar.
I turned and walked right into a cop.
“Shit,” I said. “You’re like ants at a picnic, huh? Everywhere I go, you’re there.”
“Turn around, asshole,” the cop said.
I turned and he grabbed my hands.
“Listen to me, I’ve already been arrested tonight,” I said.
“Lucky you,” the cop said.
Just like that, cuffs were back on my wrists.
The cop turned me around and curled his lip. “I know who you are. You’re fucked now. I don’t play celebrity bullshit games, Dax.”
“It’s Dex,” I said
. “With an e.”
“Okay… Dax.”
“Tough guy,” I said.
“Hope it was worth it,” the cop said.
I ran everything through my head.
I’d have to call Toby again.
He was probably just falling back to sleep too.
Damn…
I walked out of the bar on my own, hands behind my back.
There were people outside, and when they saw me, here came the phones.
Cameras and videos.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The cop laughed like a prick.
“I really hope it was worth it,” he said.
Which meant he was just jealous of my life.
And to be honest… to answer his question…
Getting tongue tied up with a nipple ring was, and always would be, worth it.
2
Candice
What would you do if I just showed up?
I stared at the screen on my phone in silence.
Throw up a few times? Change my name? Fake my own death…
My thumbs hung over the screen, wondering what I could possibly say. Other than the truth. But the truth probably would set forward a visit that nobody wanted.
Fine, it was me who didn’t want the visit.
Or even the texts.
Another text buzzed into my hand.
I miss you
That’s when I put my phone down on the desk in the office and moved to the front of Moon Bliss Cafe. There wasn’t enough time in the world to explain how much I hated the name. Or the fact that I wore a black apron with the name embroidered on it. Or the fact that my name was spelled Candy instead of Candice. Which always prompted me to correct whoever said my name wrong, which then prompted me to tell the story of how and why that happened.