Angels & Sinners: The Motor City Edition (15 page)

I didn’t want this feeling, or this night, to end. Then there was the after party in the dressing room. Who knows after that . . . ?

“Thanks for being a part of our freak show tonight, fuckers!” Damon yelled to the audience one last time. “We’re Ignite the Flames, and hope to see you all again soon. Pick up the new album too, on your way out!”

The lights dimmed as the members walked off stage. Bella and I were now being escorted by one of the members of the road crew to the dressing room, where the after party was supposed to be.

Bella and I held hands as we quickly followed the guy through a couple of hallways, reaching our destination.

“You both over 21?” The guy each studied our faces as Bella told him she was, and I briefly thought for a minute.

“Yes she is,” Bella spoke for me, I mouthing her ‘thank you.’ “Sorry, my twin sister’s in just so much shock from being back here, I think she forgot how to talk.”

The guy, who was a little bit shorter than my sister and I, shot us a firm smile. “Happens all the time. Just don’t go too ape shit in there please and no getting naked.” He spoke before walking away, saying something into a walkie talkie.

“Some rules those were,” I blurted out as we walked in. There were already a slew of people inside drinking, and cups already lying on the floor. “And the band hasn’t even come in yet.”

“Anxious much?”

“Well you kiss the lead singer of Ignite the Flames and then tell me you don’t want to do that again!” I said jokingly. “Hell I’d give him a lap dance in front of a whole crowd of people if I had to, and wouldn’t think anything of it.”

“Is that so, huh?”

CHAPTER 6:

I spun my body around, shocked someone heard me, only to bump into none other than the man that has been consuming my thoughts.

Damon.

Silent, I couldn’t think of what to say to him. I just admitted to my sister that I’d give him a lap dance essentially right then and now, and he heard me! Shit. He’d probably kick Bella and me out; call me childish, or something.

“Nooo . . . you keep going. I like hearing about these plans you have.” Damon smirked, his arms falling to his sides.

I could feel myself blush. “Well . . . I . . . ”

“You are beautiful when you can’t think of what to say.” He brought a hand up to my cheek, as I stared into his eyes. Changing the subject, he pointed towards an unoccupied couch in the far corner. “Let’s go talk over there? Your sister seems a bit occupied already . . . ” I saw Bella with another red cup in her hand, already talking to Mike, one of the guitarists in the band. I should’ve known, but from the way it looked like they were talking, she’d be having a late night tonight.

All I could do was nod and let him grab hold of my hand, the butterflies coming back with full vengeance. Everyone who was trying to get Damon’s attention, were now shooting me hateful daggers, and scowls. I was too in the moment to even give a shit. I was holding hands with this man again and this feeling was indescribable.

We sat down on the small couch and Damon groaned. He crossed his legs as I sat up straight.

“So . . . ” He cleared his throat, “Now we might be able to have a conversation without getting interrupted.”

“You’re not worried about all the girls in this room vying for your attention?” I asked him out of curiosity, noticing he still had a firm grip of my hand.

“What girls? I’ll be honest red, usually I have a girl in a private room backstage or in the tour bus right about now. There are hundreds of girls in this arena who would love to sleep with me, and be able to fuck them for one night.” I was startled by his abruptness. “But I don’t know what it is about you. I was just getting ready for a fun ass night with the band and there you were, dancing in the front row as if you didn’t have a care in the world. Something about you drew me in, and no one else has done that to me in a long time. That says a lot.”

“Well I’m glad I had that effect on you.” I smiled, taking a good look at our surroundings. There were a line of tables set up with various forms of alcohol, soda, and water for the after party guests and band members to drink. The rest of the area was open in the middle for a dance floor, while the walls were occupied with seating. People were still pouring in as Damon and I continued to talk.

“So why haven’t you settled down yet?” I asked him, taking a sip out of my rum that Damon had brought back for me.

Damon’s facial expressions hardened, then he said “Never found the right girl. I’ve always been one of those guys to wear my heart on my sleeve, and that only back fires on me. So I figured, why even try to find the right girl? She’s not out there, so I might as well fuck them while I still have a working dick.” My mouth dropped at his use of words, and he noticed, so he clarified “I’m sorry. Sometimes my mind speaks for itself and I say a lot of brutally honest things.”

“It’s okay,” I replied softly, placing a hand by his knee. My fingers slowly rubbed in a small, circular pattern. “It’s who you are.”

Damon looked around and then back to me, linking his fingers in with mine again. “And I would love to know about who you are.”

“Well . . . ” What would I even tell him? Who knew if I was going to even see him again after this, so I might as well give him my life story? “I grew up in Grand Rapids, now I live in an apartment with my older sister and I go to one of the Universities in town for accounting. There’s not really much to say about me. I’m pretty boring.” I was. Besides letting loose once in a while to go out dancing with Bella and my friends from school, I stayed at home consumed by homework, letting music fill my ears as I studied almost too much.

Damon studied me, and nodded. “You totally look like the accounting type.”

“Think so?”

“Hell no. I see you doing something more fun than adding up numbers and complicated shit like that. I picture you being a writer or following me on the road as my girlfriend or something.” He added that last comment like it was no big deal that he threw the girlfriend word out there.

“A writer? I mean, I write in a journal, but that’s not something you need to know . . . ” I chuckled, leaning back a little bit into the couch. “And the girlfriend part? I just met you a couple of hours ago so I’m not saying I’m anyone’s girlfriend.” Although the thought was in my mind, but we seemed like two totally opposite people to ever date, let alone work out.

Damon moved his lips in close to my ear, close enough so I could feel his breath hot against it. “You could be though.”

CHAPTER 7:

Damon’s words rung through my ears as I excused myself to the bathroom once more. I gave myself a good hard look in the mirror and tried to talk myself down.

“Just go back out there . . . have fun . . . make him never forget you . . . ” I whispered to my face in the mirror, palms on the bathroom counter. I steadied my breathing and opened the door, walking back towards the crowded dressing room. Finding Damon now was going to be next to impossible, as I stood on my toes every few steps to see if I could locate him.

That was when I spotted him with a chair in the center of the dance floor. A few girls with skirts shorter than mine were trying to dance and grind on him, but Damon was paying no attention to them, looking up, his eyes lit up when he saw me walking towards him. When I saw him look me up and down like he wanted to eat me for dessert, it was then I decided I wasn’t opposed to that idea. In fact, that was my new goal: get in Damon Charming’s bed tonight.

I rested my hands on his shoulders, and he let go of the chair in his hands. “Did you miss me while I was gone?” I whispered seductively, leaving a kiss in the spot below his ear.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as he pulled me in close. “Damn, what got into you red?” he questioned jokingly.

I whipped my hair back and forth, nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck. “I just thought you might be up for some fun . . . why don’t you sit down in that chair?” I backed him up towards it, pushing him down so his ass landed directly on the metal.

The reaction on his face was priceless. I licked my lips and Damon bit down on his in response, his eyes not leaving my body as I still stood in front of him. “Stay there,” I ordered him, and he saluted me as I walked away to find whoever was controlling the music. I found a guy with a white V-neck and tan crew cut shorts standing by the speakers, whispered in his ear what song I wanted him to play and he nodded, giving me a thumbs up.

I strutted back to Damon, where another girl had attempted to climb onto his lap. He kept his hands by his sides as I dug my nails into the girl’s arms, pushing her away and she landed flat on the floor.

“Sorry.” I flashed her a fake smile and shrugged. “Take a ticket and wait in line, because he’s mine tonight.” My requested song,
Pornstar Dancing,
started blasting through the speakers, and Damon raised an eyebrow at me.

“Maybe we should do this somewhere else . . . ” Damon warned me, as I climbed onto his lap, not touching him with my hands yet. I could hear his breathing intensify as my lips left a trail of kisses down his neck. I don’t know what was coming over me or why I was giving a damn near stranger a lap dance, but I like the rush it gave me. I ground my hips into his, my lips not leaving his skin for one second. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his plaid shirt, exposing some of his tattooed chest for the whole room to see.

I lifted my face up to get a good look at him as I swayed my hips to the chorus, feeling something poke at me through his jeans. I knew this was turning him on, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as Damon reached his fingers under my skirt and started rubbing circles on my inner thighs. I threw my head back and moaned, not sure how much longer I could keep this up before I ripped off his clothes and mauled him in front of all of these strangers.

Hearing that moan must’ve sparked something in Damon because in one movement he lifted me up so he was standing, my legs wrapped around his waist. He drew me into a kiss, one that was filled with hunger and passion. His lips were hot against mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth. My hands found their way into his blond hair and I tugged on the strands as I deepened the kiss

“Fuck Sam, we need to go.” Damon broke the kiss off, leaving me panting and my chest heaving up and down. My hands were still in his hair as he looked all around us. Laughing, he yelled to everyone “Leave us alone, there’s nothing to see here!”

I shook my head and giggled, still high on that kiss as he hoisted me up higher.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked him, hands leaving his hair and wrapping around his neck.

He kissed me briefly on the lips, making a path through the people so we could go outside.

“Tour bus,” he said, sounding out of breath. “That dance was the hottest fucking thing any girl has ever done for me. Now it’s time for me to show you something special and treat you like no guy is ever going to treat you.”

My night with Charming was just beginning.

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FROZEN DREAMS

Cori Williams

PROLOGUE

The sounds of downtown are a dull roar, humming in my ears as I speed away from what I thought was my future. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. My head’s a cloudy mess, but one thing is clear— I have to get away. How can this be happening? Everything seemed so perfect and now . . . I don’t even know what to think.

Heavy footsteps fall behind me as I weave in and out of the people littering the sidewalk but I don’t stop. I’m not ready to deal with what I saw, even if there is some sort of explanation. My heart rate speeds up at the thought of what might happen when he finds me.

My foot catches on the sidewalk, freezing my thoughts, and my body lurches forward. I’m spiraling downward, the sidewalk inching closer and closer, and then I’m crashing into something solid that breaks my fall.

“Watch where you’re going, whore!”

I suck in a breath at the insult spit so venomously in my direction, as fingers dig painfully into my bare shoulders.

“Wh-at?” I stammer, looking up into narrowed eyes, eyes of this old man that I’ve never seen before, though hatred for me seeps out of him. His grip grows tighter and his disgusted scowl deepens.

“He sees everything.
Hebrews 13:4
—‘Marriage is honourable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge.’”

I twist away, his words ringing in my ears, but they’re cut off by a familiar voice yelling my name. He’s caught up with me but I’m not ready. I need to clear my head and sober up for this conversation, to face this betrayal.

“Stop!” he shouts after me but I don’t listen.

I don’t stop. I run faster.

And then a blurry blackness seeps in, slamming into me with such force that I can’t escape. I’m being pulled under and my life yanked away from me.

Just like that, everything is erased and I’m frozen in time, trying to claw my way back to the reality I knew.

PART ONE

CHAPTER 1

I smooth down the soft material of the sundress. Beyond nervous for tonight, I tried on at least a dozen others. I can’t help it; I’m going on a date—my first official date. Granted, I’ve known Austin most of my life; he’s one of my best friends. I have gone plenty of places with him, but this time, things are different.

“Oh, Emmy!” Ashley, my other best friend, claps her hands together. “You look so hot, Austin is going to literally die.”