My Melody (Downtown Book 3) by TJ West Page A

up! Come on, Baby!” I wait a couple seconds. I hear shuffling inside, so I know she’s trying to avoid me. I start banging again. “I know you’re in there. Saw your bike in the parking lot.” Someone in her complex opens their door and tells me to shut the fuck up. I ignore the neighbor and keep banging. “Sweetness, I’m not leavin’ unless I get arrested for disturbing the peace. Won’t look good on the front pages of People Magazine ! Don’t say I didn’t warn ya, cuz the fucking paps are out there.” Just as I pulled toward the building, the paparazzi recognized my van and started clicking their damn cameras. I’m sure they got a nice shot of my face.
    I’m about to bang again when Melody whips open the door. “For fucks sake, get in here!” she hisses at me. I step inside with a grin. I knew she couldn’t hold out. “Make it quick. I’m leaving in a few minutes.”
    “Leave to where?”
    She walks over to her backpack, zips it up and says, “Vegas.”
    What the fuck ? “Really, Babe, what the hell are you doin’? This is crazy, you know that? Listening to your sister, changing your mind about us.”
    “Harmony didn’t change my mind,” she huffs, then steps near me by the sofa bed. She points at my chest. “You knew, from the beginning, that this so called relationship was nothing other than good sex.”
    Good sex ? Hell no . “Fucking phenomenal sex,” I mumble. “Things change for good reasons. What we talked about in the beginning is not how I’m feeling today. And I know for a fact you feel differently for me as well.”
    “You’re so wrong,” she chuckles. “I have never given you any hints on any false feelings.”
    “You’re bullshitting me, Baby.” Melody gasps. I close in on her by backing her up against the arm of the couch. I will not let her squirm away from me. Just like I did at the studio the other day, I cage her in. “You wanna know how I know you have feelings for me?” Our lips are mere inches apart. I look into her heated green eyes and set her lie straight. “The way you look at me when you go down on me, when I go down on you. You take it all in as if it’s the only time we’ll ever be together. Your heart rate changes when I make you come. You have never had an orgasm so powerful with anyone else. I make you beg. You love that. You love it rough, you love it soft. That’s making love, Sweetness.”
    “Stop it. Just stop it.” Her voice hitches and her breathing becomes erratic. I’m hittin’ the right spot.
    So, I continue. “We make such good music together, and it’s not only in bed. You felt it today when I helped you with the guitar. There is an energy between us. It’s out of this world.” I caress her cheek bone. She flinches a bit, trying to not feel what I am saying is true. “We also make each other laugh. I’ve seen you laugh and it’s adorable as fuck. We both joke around, have fun and try not to take things too seriously. You know I’m right, Baby.”
    She continues to shake her head and ignores her true feelings for me. “Have you ever lost anyone in your life? Have you?”
    Where the hell did this question come from ? “What -”
    “Don’t you remember? I lost two of the most important people in my life - my parents. They were everything to me, and it still kills me to this day,” her voice cracks. “The day they died I made a promise to myself - I would never, ever love anyone, ever again. In a flash that someone could be ripped away from me. I will not allow that to happen.”
    I know how she’s feeling. What she has gone through in life, shouldn’t happen to anyone. However, I do know she’s using her excuse as a shield. She doesn’t want to get hurt again, but it’s a shield that is old and withered. Time to let it go. I back away from “the cage” and give us some space. I place my hands on my hips. “This is foolish talk.”
    “Are you fucking serious?” she yells. “How dare you! It’s my life, my