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You must have been talking about my heart
It’s the only part of me still holding onto you
How’s it feel, being that high when you know you
destroyed everyone in your path to get there?
Anger embeds inside me, twisting and turning with each word carrying through the speaker beside me. I can’t even tell youwhyI’m angry. Just that I am. At everyone for everything I can’t explain. Maybe because being angry at her is easy. She’s his daughter after all, and he’s the one who ruined it, right?
What surprises me is Red’s next song choice. She’s dressed in a fitted black corset dress defining her magnificent curves, which stops just below the cheeks of her ass. With the image of her plastered on the large screen behind her, she smiles sinfully at the crowd, chewing on her bottom lip.
Is it hot in here?
Princess knows exactly how to get what she wants, doesn’t she?
“I’m going to change things up here tonight and give you a little something from one of my idols. Ya’ll all right with that?”
They scream in response, and then she proceeds to give quite possibly one of the best performances I’ve seen to Betty Davis’s “Nasty Girl,” leaving me smiling and completely fucking turned on. I know one thing; this pop princess just surprised the shit out of thousands of fans and me. Never would I have thought she could have pulled that song off, but she does, and she does it well.
At one point she uses a chair as a prop, and if she ever wanted a career as a stripper, I bet that door is wide open. Hell, I’d pay to see it.
What I don’t like are the guys center stage screaming at her to come closer as they drool over her and the fucking burlesque festival performance she’s puttin’ on. Fuck yeah, they want her to come closer. I bet you a million bucks every man in this goddamn place has a hard-on. Including me. You wanna know why? Because there’s no bigger turn on than a good girl acting bad.
Don’t believe me?
Why do so many men have fantasies about school girl outfits or the naughty teacher thing?
Exactly my fucking point. It’s hot, no matter how you look at it.
When Red’s coming off stage, the applause is nothing compared to what we’d received, but it’s certainly notable. She stops before me, sweat beading from her temples to her perfectly round tits I want my cock shoved between. I think about her round thick ass I want to sink my teeth into and dig my finger into her tight hole. The thought jolts my dick to life again, and I drag my eyes lower. Fuck yeah, I look. Heat licks my body and all I can think about isher, and it’s hard to breathe, my chest heaving in a gasp of air. What the fuck is that about? Attempting to control my reaction, I suck in a slow breath, ignoring the fact that all my blood is heading south. For a moment, I can’t think about anything else but wanting to fuck her. It’s something my throbbing dick would certainly be on board with, but then again, that asshole likes everyone.
The thumping in my chest kicks harder. Goddamn, this is irritating. Like a tickle in your throat you can’t clear. I’m tempted to count my fucking heartbeats. Did I take that South American shit again? Mother of fucks.
“Anything you want to say now?” she asks, eyeing me cautiously, still breathless from her performance.
“It’s cute?” I shove my hand through my hair again to keep from touching her.
“What is?” Red looks to her left, my eyes follow.
I hadn’t noticed her assistant until now. She could have been standing next to me the entire time. I give them both a pitying look. “Your perfect Disney life.”
Red brushes strands of hair stuck to her face out of the way. Her eyes flick to the one beside her, then back to me. “Are you serious? Idon’thave a Disney life.” She takes the bottle of water her assistant hands her, unscrewing the cap as color rises in her cheeks from my intimidating existence. “And nothing about that performance was Disney.”
Her assistant flashes me an I-don’t-trust-you glare, and I give her the I-wouldn’t-trust-me-either smirk.
Tucking a cigarette between my lips, I light it up. Straightening my spine, I deliver the news. “I hate to break it to ya, honey, but there’s no fuckin’ happy ever after in this story. Santa Clause is a myth. There’s no Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy was your mom and guess what, Jack and Jill were totally fucking all the way down the hill.”
Red clears her throat, wiping her face on a towel her assistant hands her. They’re both staring at me as if I’ve lost my mind. Welcome to the show. “You are such an asshole, Revel. I’d rather reach for the fairy tale than be drunk, alone, and bitter.”
Her eyes on mine say a lot. Perfect. Gorgeous. Damaged. Ruined. Have I mentioned forbidden yet? I should have because that’s exactly what she is to me. She’s like a delicious red apple I’m not supposed to touch but know the first bite might be worth it. You’ve heard the story of Adam and Eve and the forbidden fruit tree, right? We all have, I’m sure, but that shit was jammed down my throat as a kid, and I frequently heard the phrase, “One bad apple spoils the bunch.” I’m pretty sure Oma was referring to me, but whatever. I have a point to this. You’ve heard the story. It’s cliché, but it’s true. Fuck yeah, it’s true. Eve was told not to eat the fruit from the forbidden tree, but Satan convinced her it was good. And then she convinced Adam to do it. That spineless motherfucker did it without question.
You’re probably wondering what the point of that story was?
I’ll admit, I lost myself there for a moment, but my point is, there’s always someone that’s forbidden, and for me, it’sthisgirl. She’s red, delicious, and lethal.
Instinctively withholding my emotions, I shrug and angle my face toward hers. “I’m not bitter. I’m honest.”
“And you think I’m not?” Her innocent green eyes drop to her dress that looks like a bag of glitter exploded on her. All I see, all that consumes me, is her scarlet apple-red hair and the cold blue reflecting in mine. Together we’re a purple mist of insecurity.
