“I don't care for girls,” I tell her, offended she would even suggest it. I understand her playing the amnesia game but suggesting I have ever desired another woman makes me furious, she's the only one. Before her, I didn't even know I could feel so deeply, I didn't know I could lose until I lost her.
“Oh my bad, women.” she grins sweetly, correcting one mistake with a bigger one. “Not even women, just you.” I tell her, “You're the only woman who has ever caught my attention, the only one I've bothered to drop on my knees for.” “You are not on your knees, you're in bed, sleeping, but you did shoot. Man for me so I'm flattered.” “That so?” I smirk, watching her for a reaction. “I'll shoot plenty more then.” “You're funny,” she rolls her eyes, snorting a laugh. “By the way why do you have a Gun on you?” “For situations like those.” “Ah, I k“Yeah,” Alison seconds, neither one willing to drop the traumatic night I Just went through, one I don't want them to know about. “A client was desperately looking for you, Rocky sent him to me and I had to tell me you're going home so he would stop pestering g me. For a while, I thought he attacked you but here you are.” “So you're the reason he found me?” I frown, slightly grateful she decided to tell a stranger I went home mere minutes after I had left the club, digressing from my safety. Alison gasps, “You were with him? Oh my God, Starr, he is so fucking hot!” “Hey!” Kade snaps, glaring at her with unasked jealousy. I can't help but laugh at the irony, “Wait, so you're fine with her stripping naked for men but calling them hot is crossing the line?” “Forget him,” Alison rolls her eyes, hoping into his lap to snuggle him. “Tell me everything!” she squeals, annoying Kade furthermore. “Starr, dish, wh
“I don't care for girls,” I tell her, offended she would even suggest it. I understand her playing the amnesia game but suggesting I have ever desired another woman makes me furious, she's the only one. Before her, I didn't even know I could feel so deeply, I didn't know I could lose until I lost her. “Oh my bad, women.” she grins sweetly, correcting one mistake with a bigger one. “Not even women, just you.” I tell her, “You're the only woman who has ever caught my attention, the only one I've bothered to drop on my knees for.” “You are not on your knees, you're in bed, sleeping, but you did shoot. Man for me so I'm flattered.” “That so?” I smirk, watching her for a reaction. “I'll shoot plenty more then.” “You're funny,” she rolls her eyes, snorting a laugh. “By the way why do you have a Gun on you?” “For situations like those.” “Ah, I k
“I can go alone, I'll manage.” I rise, using him for balance. My legs are shaking, like they might give out beneath me. “I'm not leaving you alone, you were attacked.” “You shot him.” I gulp, the thought only now sinking in. Nobody has ever shot someone for me, not even my brother. “I'll drop you off at home.” he offers, and I shake my head. “Okay, then you're coming to my hotel with me.” What? His hotel, is he expecting sex as a thank you? I do understand he just saved my life but the sex is too far, who asks for it as a thank you? “I'm not going to touch you,” he says, as if hearing my thoughts. “I'll even book a room for you but I'm not leaving you in the street.” “Okay.” I nod. “You'll tell me your address?” “I'll go with you to the hotel,” I say, I can't put everyone else at risk, but Kade I'm okay with putting at risk. This man had a gun, he could potentially finish the job the other one left unfinished but for some reason, I trust he won't. ADRIAN Someon
“How does it feel to be every man's desire?” he snickers. I don't answer him, I can't, I direct my attention towards some bravery, supernatural secret strength that could aid me at the moment. He roughly grabs my shoulder and whirls me around so now I'm looking at him but his mask is hidden by the dark hoodie he has on. I want to knee him in the balls but my knees nearly give out when I see the blade now placed to my throat. It's big, and so close to my throat that if I move, it's over for me. Starlia dies tonight, except she doesn't want to die, Starr needs to live a bit longer. “You just love it, don't you? Making men fall for you and pretending you're some docile lamb.” he snarls, the anger in his voice exploding through the voice modifier. “No,” I swallow, “No.” “Oh but yes,” he chuckles, “I know it's your essence and the fucked up thing is you don't even have to try,” he groans. “You have us ready to lick the ground you walk on and you..” he trails off, adjusting the bl
I don't answer him, I can't, I direct my attention towards some bravery, supernatural secret strength that could aid me at the moment. He roughly grabs my shoulder and whirls me around so now I'm looking at him but his mask is hidden by the dark hoodie he has on. I want to knee him in the balls but my knees nearly give out when I see the blade now pointed to my throat. It's big, and so close to my throat that if I move, it's over for me. Starlia dies tonight, except she doesn't want to die, Starr needs to live a bit longer. “You just love it, don't you? Making men fall for you and pretending you're some docile lamb.” he snarls, the anger in his voice exploding through the voice modifier. “No,” I swallow, “No.” “Oh but yes,” he chuckles, “I know it's your essence and the fucked up thing is you don't even have to try,” he groans. “You have us ready to lick the ground you walk on and you..” he trails off, adjusting the blade closer, so close if I swallow, my throat will get nicke
“That's a unique name,” he tells me, but I don't miss the humour in his tone. I've been getting shit for my name since I was little so I'm unbothered, there's nothing I've not heard before about it. “Of course it is.” I nod, the only other Stars I've met are those in the sky. “How long have you been working here?” he asks, kissing his teeth. “three years,” I instantly reply. He shifts in his head, suddenly more intrigued. “And before that?” “I worked at a club offshore for about three years, and before that, I was a failed ballerina.” I giggle, the memory bittersweet. I loved ballet, I was supposed to be a classical ballet dancer but then my brother fucked up his life, and I fucked mine over trying to save him, after all that, the idiot couldn't even live. “How old are you, Starr?” Mr Moretti asks, stealing me from my memories. “Twenty-seven, " I blurt out, shocking myself. I usually lie and say I'm twenty-three or twenty-five. “Why are you asking me those things?” “I want to