Page 26 of Revel

Font Size:

Page 26 of Revel

He doesn’t even look at her when he says, “Does it look like it’s fucking lit?”

She walks away. I would too if I were her. I’m just about to tell him that was rude when he sighs.

“What would you do if I kissed you now?” he asks in a rush, or maybe it’s just me who thinks that because he’s shocked me into silence once again.

It’s crazy how quickly his words can set fireworks off inside my chest. “Excuse me?”

“Why do you keep actin’ like you didn’t hear me? I know you fuckin’ heard me or you wouldn’t be blushing like that.”

Stupid intuitive jerk. I shrug one shoulder.

“What. Would. You. Do?” he repeats slowly, as though deciphering his words had been my issue.

“I wouldn’t allow you to,” I seethe, the harsh words feeling violent on my lips.

He considers my words. The slow smirk appears, his lips curving. “Girl like you. . . wouldn’t stop me.”

I scan his face with a sneer. “You don’t know me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He leans into my personal space, his whiskey breath blowing over my face. “I know that you’d kiss mewillingly,” he replies coldly, very obviously dropping his gaze to my chest. “And the notion that you’d deny me is entertaining, to say the least.”

I open my mouth, intending on giving him a piece of my mind, shifting uncomfortably in the leather captain’s chair. But then I remember his thoughts about my open mouth. I clamp my mouth shut. “Would not.”

“You’d give me anything I want without my asking.”

I open my mouth to tell him otherwise, but he pushes back, away from me. With a sigh, Revel stands.

Before walking away, he leans in once more, his hand gripping the seat I’m in, and the one in front of me. I stare at the veins in his arms and the ink covering them, desperately wanting to touch him. “Princess, there are thousands of ways to lose yourself in this industry, but only you have control of the version you become.”

I want to ask him so many things, like what the hell does that mean, but I don’t. Somewhere in the last twelve hours, it stopped being about me proving myself to the world, and all about showing Revel I’m not a little girl. Our lives are music and the road, where in many ways we achieve our greatness. His words, they only intensify his mysterious inner torment.

I shift my gaze to the window, the blurring lights of the next city coming into view through the small pane beside me. Revel leaves, finding his place in the seat across the aisle.

I glance over at him one last time, his head bowed toward his cell phone in hand, ravaged hair hanging in his eyes. He must feel my heated stare on him because he looks over at me, my gaze once again finds tortured blue. His expression disarms, his hand finds his hair. He nods, taking a mouthful of the amber liquid in his glass.

I return his nod, watching his facial expression. I can’t place it, but it sends a flutter to my heart. And then he winks, flashes that million-dollar Slade smirk and sinks into his seat, knowing that he’s affecting me. He’s getting under my skin and into my head. The question is, though, how far under his skin am I?

Bella finds her seat next to me, a little tipsy and giggling, whispering something about Cruz. It’s when she glances at my face, the pink cheeks, and the brooding calm man who just departed her seat that her face sobers. She motions to Revel, then me, practically spilling the wine she has in her cup. “What was that about?” Then she reaches for my glass, sniffs it, and quirks an eyebrow. “Did he drug you?”

I nod. “Probably. He had a dream about me.”

“And…,” Bella presses, relaxing into her seat.

I hate that my cheeks bloom with color again, his stare heavy, suffocating and scorching hot in my periphery. “It involved whip cream and champagne.”

“Weird.”

“Yeah, weird.”

Weird doesn’t even begin to cover the last twenty-four hours, let alone his dream.

My eyes scan the small aircraft and land on a man two rows in front of Revel. Our stares catch. My dad. The one who probably saw our interactions. Unwilling to see my determination, I want to flip him off and prove to him that I’m no longer the little girl he thinks he controls. I became my own woman with no thanks to him and if I want to flirt with the forbidden rock star, or whatever that interaction between us was, I can and will. Is that what I’m doing? Flirting with him?

Across from my dad sits Hensley. When I notice their proximity, my dad averts his gaze from me.

Bella nudges my elbow. “Okay, I’m not going to bring this up again, because your dad scares the bejesus out of me.” And then she pauses, dramatically. “But, what do you think is going on with them? Do you think it was him she was seeing?”

“I don’t know. He denies it, but you know my dad, he’s always so secretive about everything. Doesn’t matter if it’s his grocery list, he doesn’t share shit.”


Articles you may like