บททั้งหมดของ Don't Mess With The Rock Chicks: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Mirage laughed breathlessly, her ability to draw in a deep breath limited by the constriction of being slung over Victor’s shoulder. He turned his head and bit her behind, making her shriek and giggle like a maniac.“Shit,” he said. “The door is closed.” He released his grip on his jeans so that he could open the door, and they slid down to his ankles.“Oh, goody,” she seized onto his arse. “Someone skipped their underwear this morning.”He laughed, stepping out of the jeans, and kicking them into the room. “I went for a swim,” he told her. “They are out on a chair, drying.” He lowered her onto the bed and laid his body out over hers, as he kissed her, his tongue stroking against hers. “I do like it when you wear skirts,” he reached between them, pulling her underwear to the side so that he could slide against her intimately and she drew in a shaking breath.“I probably need a shower,” she said. “I have been dancing all afternoon.”“You taste salty,” he dragged his tongue along her co

It took about an hour, during which the news stations had gathered, and crime-scene tape extended around the area. She stayed in the limousine at the behest of the police, until they were ready for her and Alexei to leave. As she moved from the limousine to the back of the police car, she could hear the yelled questions of the reporters rise in pitch, reacting to the realisation that she was there, and saw the flash of their cameras. The police eased the car through the crowd as they pressed their cameras to the windows taking photos. “Idiots,” the policeman muttered. “Are you in trouble?” Mirage whispered to Alexei. “Me?” He looked surprised. “For shooting,” she prompted. He grinned and shook his head. “Nah. It is easy to change plates on a car, harder to hide bullet holes. I did the police a favour. They have taken my gun for forensics, but they will have it back to me in a couple of days. In the meantime, I have my back-up weapon in the safe at the hotel, so it is all good.”

“Okay,” she agreed. Victor lingered for a moment as if reluctant to hang up, and she heard Vice’s voice just before the phone disconnected. She sat for a long time holding her phone to her ear as if it held the ghost of their voices, her heart pounding, and then she drew in a deep breath and slid the phone onto the bedside table before picking up the receiver on the landline and pressing the concierge button.“Concierge,” the man answered brightly.“Hi, I am expecting visitors in about two hours,” she said, her voice was hoarse. “Vice and Victor, my producers. Please give them a door key and let them up. I may be in the bath when they arrive.”If he found it odd that she would be receiving visitors or taking a bath after midnight, he did not let on. “Certainly, Miss Mirage.”“Thank you.” She hung up, and sat staring at her phone, its screen blank. A bath, Vice had said.She rose obediently and went into the bathroom, starting the bath whilst she used her cleansers to remove the traces

Victor had just closed the bathroom door when the doorbell rang. He admitted room service and sent them to where Aaron and Vice were both on calls. As they set out the food, he pulled the bed into order, and opened the closet, flicking through the clothing inside. Typical tour wear, he noted. Her crew would have the costumes for stage, so her closet contained two extremes – outfits for interviews and comfortable wear for around the hotel.He selected from the latter and eased into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bath and watched Mirage in the shower. She stood unmoving under the spray, her face tilted up into it, and he was certain that some of the water running down her cheeks were tears.He needed to keep her moving, he thought. If he allowed her to dwell, she would disintegrate. It was a double blow, he thought, to her – the threat, and the rape. He did not know how he would hold up under such a thing, but he suspected not as well as she had done so far, and certainly not a

“Yes.”Kelly snorted. “I wouldn’t be able to make the choice between them, either. I am going to grab a photo with them for my social media.” She walked over to where the men were waiting off set, getting her PA to take photos, before kissing both men on the cheeks, shaking hands with Aaron, and posing for a selfie taken by Alexei, before walking off set.Mirage decided she trusted her legs and stood carefully. She was shaking. She walked over to Vice and Victor, who slung an arm over her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “Let’s get you back to the hotel,” he said. “You have had enough for the day.”They returned to the hotel, and Aaron went to organise a room for the night. Alexei saw them to the room before leaving for another date with Mirage’s dancer, throwing Victor a wink over his shoulder. “Dancers,” he said. “So flexible.”Whilst Vice poured Mirage a bath and helped her to remove her hair extensions and make up, Victor stepped out into the hallway with his phone. During the re