Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

We quick

ly dump our stuff, take turns having a shower, then head to a local eatery for a quick bite before walking toward the venue where Flynn will perform.

Flynn has given us backstage passes. With a million security checks cleared, we finally make it backstage and follow the security guard toward where Flynn is getting ready.

The security dude knocks on the dressing room door and is greeted by Flynn. I jump to him, wrapping my arms around his waist so tight and not letting go.

“Missed me, huh?”

“I did, you goof.” I pull away, staring at his face with the proudest grin, my cheeks beginning to hurt from how much I’m smiling.

He has a beard. It’s darker than the shade of his hair, and it’s thick around his normally baby face. It makes him look older.

There’s another piercing on his eyebrow but all in all, he’s still my baby brother through and through. “Flynn, I’m so proud of you.”

“I know, Milly, but I kinda gotta tell you something, maybe in private…”

The door swings open. A woman, dressed all in black with fierce brows and carrying a clipboard, yells orders at Flynn, giving him one minute to get out of here before leaving the room.

“Geez, rude much? Who is she?”

“My manager. She’s doing my head in. You want her job? I swear, Milly, she’s a beast and doesn’t get me. Okay, listen, I need to rush but what I want to say is… Milly, he’s really hurting.”

I remain dead silent.

“He’s not in good shape. You leaving him, it killed him. And I know what you’re thinking… look, I asked him for that pill, okay? I had such bad anxiety and didn’t know what else to do.”

“You could have asked me for help,” I uttered, playing with my bracelet, nervously.

“You had your own thing going on. Listen, I’m just saying that back home, there’s a man broken because you left him. We’re aren’t all perfect, Mill’s. Just think about it, okay?”

His manager barrels through the door again, “Flynn! Now.”

Frustrated as he rolls his eyes, kisses me quickly on the forehead then runs out, leaving the three of us in the room.

“You’d make a great manager, Milly. You’re organized, and you’d get to travel… not too shabby.” Phoebe winks.

“And you can be my assistant. We can tour the world together.” I laugh, the thought of us two doing such a thing seems ridiculous.

Phoebe giggles. “What about milk-boy over here?”

“That’s it, I’m done with you two. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to grab some beers and enjoy myself.”

With Flynn leaving the room, Phoebe throws in one more joke, standing in the doorway and yelling down the hall, “Drink up, she’s gonna milk you till the cows come… sorry, excuse me… cum home.”

We both burst out laughing, in stitches, barely able to catch a breath as we hold hands and exit the room.

As we walk down the hall, the conversation with Flynn replays in my head.

Think about what, I question in my thoughts.

How I supposedly broke him?

How I should easily forgive and forget?

Checkmate, buddy.

He hurt me more than I can ever have imagined a man could hurt me, and especially one who professes he loves me.