on?
“She went off to fuck Brian,” Ian wailed. “First thing, just went right up to him. He didn’t even see me; I was talking to Gage. I turn around and they’re walking away, and she’s already got her hand down his pants!”
“Who the hell is Sierra?” Declan asked. He was beyond confused.
“Declan,” Molly said, shaking her head. “Sierra is—was—his girlfriend. Of seven months, right, Ian?”
“Almost eight,” he sniffled. “I knew she had a thing for Brian, you know, she was a freaking fan. Whatever, I get it. But I thought…”
“You thought it was the real deal,” Molly said. The sympathy in her eyes nearly killed Declan, and he wasn’t even the guy who’d gotten his heart broken.
Ian leaned back against the wall and let himself sink slowly down to the floor. Before he’d looked anguished, angry, upset. Now he just looked depressed.
“She was just using me the whole time, wasn’t she?” he said. He sounded out of it. “She knew I knew you guys from back before you hit. She asked me the whole time, ‘When are you gonna get me backstage? When am I gonna get to meet Savage Heart?’”
Declan hated this. He didn’t expect anyone to have much sympathy for guys like him, famous guys who could pull almost any woman they wanted, even though it made it impossible to trust anyone. But the worst part was shit like this. Because sometimes you wanted to get laid, and things like this happened. He knew Brian had no fucking clue he was doing Ian’s girlfriend right now. But that didn’t make it any easier for Ian.
“All right, this isn’t happening,” Declan announced. He grabbed Ian under the arms and hauled him to a standing position. “Any woman who would do that to you isn’t worth it, Ian. Yeah, I know that doesn’t make it feel better,” he said. “So instead I’m taking you out. Right now.”
“What?”
“C’mon, we’ll get you cleaned up, then we’ll get you drunk.”
“Declan,” Molly whispered. “Rehab.”
Oh shit. Rock stars fresh out rehab probably weren’t supposed to go on bar crawls with buddies on the rebound.
Damn.
He stared at her, the girl trying to dig into all his secrets, the one who was supposed to expose him, giving him that conspiratorial little grin.
She just kept getting better and better.
“Ok, Ian, what do you want to do?” Declan asked. No matter what, he was gonna take this guy out and give him something else to talk about besides losing his girlfriend to a groupie fuck.
Ian thought about it for a moment. “Waffles,” he said.
~ * ~ * ~
So they had a party at the waffle place.
As soon as Ian started to look a little better, even laugh a little bit, Declan stole his phone and started texting everyone he could think of. Soon the place was full of Ian’s friends and acquaintances, all of them excited to be partying with Ian and his friend Declan Donovan. All the employees at the waffle house got in on it, too, and Declan bought midnight breakfast for everyone.
People brought booze, but nobody cared. Declan told her he wasn’t going to begrudge Ian a breakup hangover for the sake of bullshit rumors.
And the whole time, Molly kept thinking, This looks something like a guy you can trust.
A guy who went out of his way to help out some poor dude who’d been dumped, a guy who used his fame and wealth to make that poor dude feel better, even when he was exhausted after a show, even when Molly knew she’d driven him crazy. He’d driven her crazy, too. She could still remember how hard his dick had felt through his jeans when he’d pinned her up against that amp.
You’ll never get what you want from sex if you don’t trust anyone to give it to you.
Declan had picked her up and carried her through an angry mob. He’d stopped, said “when you’re ready,” like he was so damn certain.
NO, these are crazy thoughts . He was still Declan Donovan, rock star. He didn’t belong to her, and never would. He belonged to
“She went off to fuck Brian,” Ian wailed. “First thing, just went right up to him. He didn’t even see me; I was talking to Gage. I turn around and they’re walking away, and she’s already got her hand down his pants!”
“Who the hell is Sierra?” Declan asked. He was beyond confused.
“Declan,” Molly said, shaking her head. “Sierra is—was—his girlfriend. Of seven months, right, Ian?”
“Almost eight,” he sniffled. “I knew she had a thing for Brian, you know, she was a freaking fan. Whatever, I get it. But I thought…”
“You thought it was the real deal,” Molly said. The sympathy in her eyes nearly killed Declan, and he wasn’t even the guy who’d gotten his heart broken.
Ian leaned back against the wall and let himself sink slowly down to the floor. Before he’d looked anguished, angry, upset. Now he just looked depressed.
“She was just using me the whole time, wasn’t she?” he said. He sounded out of it. “She knew I knew you guys from back before you hit. She asked me the whole time, ‘When are you gonna get me backstage? When am I gonna get to meet Savage Heart?’”
Declan hated this. He didn’t expect anyone to have much sympathy for guys like him, famous guys who could pull almost any woman they wanted, even though it made it impossible to trust anyone. But the worst part was shit like this. Because sometimes you wanted to get laid, and things like this happened. He knew Brian had no fucking clue he was doing Ian’s girlfriend right now. But that didn’t make it any easier for Ian.
“All right, this isn’t happening,” Declan announced. He grabbed Ian under the arms and hauled him to a standing position. “Any woman who would do that to you isn’t worth it, Ian. Yeah, I know that doesn’t make it feel better,” he said. “So instead I’m taking you out. Right now.”
“What?”
“C’mon, we’ll get you cleaned up, then we’ll get you drunk.”
“Declan,” Molly whispered. “Rehab.”
Oh shit. Rock stars fresh out rehab probably weren’t supposed to go on bar crawls with buddies on the rebound.
Damn.
He stared at her, the girl trying to dig into all his secrets, the one who was supposed to expose him, giving him that conspiratorial little grin.
She just kept getting better and better.
“Ok, Ian, what do you want to do?” Declan asked. No matter what, he was gonna take this guy out and give him something else to talk about besides losing his girlfriend to a groupie fuck.
Ian thought about it for a moment. “Waffles,” he said.
~ * ~ * ~
So they had a party at the waffle place.
As soon as Ian started to look a little better, even laugh a little bit, Declan stole his phone and started texting everyone he could think of. Soon the place was full of Ian’s friends and acquaintances, all of them excited to be partying with Ian and his friend Declan Donovan. All the employees at the waffle house got in on it, too, and Declan bought midnight breakfast for everyone.
People brought booze, but nobody cared. Declan told her he wasn’t going to begrudge Ian a breakup hangover for the sake of bullshit rumors.
And the whole time, Molly kept thinking, This looks something like a guy you can trust.
A guy who went out of his way to help out some poor dude who’d been dumped, a guy who used his fame and wealth to make that poor dude feel better, even when he was exhausted after a show, even when Molly knew she’d driven him crazy. He’d driven her crazy, too. She could still remember how hard his dick had felt through his jeans when he’d pinned her up against that amp.
You’ll never get what you want from sex if you don’t trust anyone to give it to you.
Declan had picked her up and carried her through an angry mob. He’d stopped, said “when you’re ready,” like he was so damn certain.
NO, these are crazy thoughts . He was still Declan Donovan, rock star. He didn’t belong to her, and never would. He belonged to
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