“Just go, Wes, it’s over. I’ll be gone tomorrow, so please just leave. I can’t look at you right now. Just leave.”
“You don’t mean that, Peyton. This was nothing. I was upset. You were too,” he says softly as though this is my fault. His hand brushes my cheek, and I flinch.
A knock sounds at the front door and I call out, “I’m coming.” Let Wes try and stop me from answering it. “It’s open,” I cry out, struggling to move away from him.
He finally realizes he is fighting a losing battle and lets me up.
I rush down the stairs and hope it isn’t freaking Barb.
Throwing the door open, Karson stares past me at Wes as he walks down the stairs with a travel bag he keeps packed for trips and what is left of his pride. “Oh, sorry. Spa was overbooked, thought you might want to hangout or something.” She shrugs and then she gets a gander at my face. Her eyes widen but she is smart enough to keep her mouth shut until he leaves.
“Wes is leaving. Yeah, we can do something.”
He shoves past the two of us without a word or a hint of genuine remorse.
With the asshole gone, Karson shuts the door and says, “Oh my God, are you okay? I had this terrible feeling, and something told me I needed to come check on you. Well that and Ruby Jane wouldn’t calm down until I promised to interrupt your chat with Wes. Good thing I showed up when I did.” Her soft hands caress my cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Who would have thought Karson would be coming to my rescue? She’s different now, she was there for me when Jameson tore my world upside down.
Flashback
Falling harder than ever before
You set my heart on fire
There’s more between us than just lust and desire
I found myself when I found you
There’s no denying I can’t let you go
Every thought I have is of you
There’s no escaping now
Your loves taken control
You have complete power over me
There’s no turning back
Say it’s not too late
If you dare to stay
You’ll have my heart
You’ve changed me
Jameson’s Addiction killed it on stage tonight. Jameson and the boys come rushing off the stage and I throw my arms and legs around him. He’s sw
eaty and horny. I know performing makes him hard. “You are so gonna win!” I squeal as his lips brush my neck. There is no battle, Jameson had to have won hands down.
“You think so,” he says, breathily.
“‘I know so,” I mumble, as his lips meld to mine.
I was supposed to sing tonight but chickened out at the last minute. Tonight, should be Jameson’s. He’s worked so hard for this. I wish his mom would’ve shown up for him. I know he invited her. Even my dad and step-monster showed up to give their support.