Sometimes Brooke (The ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER Rock Star Romance Series Book 2)

by Sierra Avalon

  He immediately pulls his phone out of his shirt pocket and dials the number I gave him. We both hear my cell ringing in my purse.

  “Good girl,” he says.

  When I reach for the passenger side door handle I notice it’s locked. And there’s no way to unlock it.

  “Custom design,” he says. “I’m the only one who can unlock any of the car doors.”

  That could be one of the creepiest things I’ve heard in a while and I’ve been on the road with a rock band for over a decade. That’s like something from a serial killer movie.

  “Can I go?” I ask with as much calmness as I can muster.

  He nods. “If you’re nice to me.”

  I gulp. I’m afraid to ask what being nice entails. I have a sinking feeling it could have something to do with my mouth and his dick. My only saving grace could be that he told me he had to make it to an appointment.

  I wait for what seems like an eternity for him to tell me what I have to do to be set free from his car.

  Then he just points to his cheek. I’d like to punch him right in his perfect politician face, but I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek instead.

  “That’s my girl.”

  The thought of being his girl makes me want to heave, but I try to keep it together long enough to get out of the car.

  When he finally unlocks my door I practically jump out of the Mercedes. I cringe when I hear the arrogant son of a bitch actually laughing at me. As soon as I slam the car door shut he screeches away leaving me in his dust.

  I take in a deep breath and try to clear him from my thoughts. All I want is to get in the shower and wash his smug stench off of me.

  As I start the trek up Rayne and Harper’s long driveway my phone buzzes. I’ve got a text.

  Darrow Thompson: See you soon, Sunshine.

  Is that some kind of a joke? No one would ever mistake me for having a sunny disposition. I’m about as dark as they come. Everything about me is dark.

  Maybe the asshole is trying to be ironic.

  At least now I know his name.

  About the Author

  SIERRA AVALON writes contemporary romance novels with a little sass and lots of spice. She lives in a small town outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and their bloodhounds.

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