Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(74)
That made me feel better.
“I wasn’t jealous of her. I just didn’t like that she was talking so damn much. I like seeing your eyes on me.”
Blythe nodded. “Got it. And I know, but I was trying not to be rude.”
Figures. Blythe didn’t want to be mean to anyone. She was sweet and kind and mine.
“We can go out and see Trisha. I saw her walk in with Amanda a few minutes ago. Or we can go to the greenroom and f**k.”
She laughed out loud, and my chest squeezed at the sound. “I don’t know, Krit. . . . What do you want to do?”
I turned her toward the greenroom. “With you, love, that answer will always be f**k. I’m obsessed with your cunt, remember?”
She shivered in my arms, and I opened the greenroom and barked at the stage guys to get out before closing the door and locking it behind them.
“Pull that skirt up,” I growled as I stalked her until she was pressed up against the wall.
Of course that’s exactly what she did.
Blythe
“Do you know Green very well?” Trinity asked me.
I kept my eyes on Krit so he’d be happy. He was like a spoiled little boy. It cracked me up. “Yes, I know him pretty well. He’s Krit’s best friend.”
Trinity didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and I was tempted to glance at her. She had asked a random question and then ended the conversation.
“He’s very talented. I wasn’t really expecting that, given what I had seen of him so far. I mean, I didn’t mean to say he was dumb or anything. . . . It’s just that I noticed him . . . or, well, I had to notice him because he came over to Matty’s with some girls, and he wasn’t sober, I don’t think. Matty sent me to my room and argued with Green, and finally the girls left. I came out of the room thinking Green was gone too, but he wasn’t. He was there, drinking a beer. He apologized for the almost na**d girls he had brought with him, then went on to call me a c**k blocker. Matty slapped him on the back of the head, and, well, I was nervous so I went back to my room again. So . . . he seemed not so smart, or maybe he seemed not so dedicated to serious things like being a musician. But he’s really good and he’s very nice tonight. He hasn’t spoken to me, but I’ve seen him with everyone else. He appears a lot smarter . . . than I originally thought. That didn’t sound right either. What I meant to say is that he’s really pretty and I’m glad he’s got brains in his head. It’s a shame when boys are pretty like him and dumb. I’ll shut up now.”
That was a mouthful. Trinity had managed to get my complete attention with her long ramblings about Green. The two things she said that stood out most were that Green had been ignoring her all night and that she thought he was pretty. That was very interesting. Green was a nice guy, and if he’d met Trinity before, even drunk, I can’t imagine he’d ignore her. He never did that.
I studied her for a moment, and the pink in her cheeks told me she was embarrassed about her outburst of information. Did Trinity have a crush on Green? Surely not. He was not only too old for her, but she was Matty’s cousin. This would end very badly. Unless, of course, Green’s ignoring her meant he was fighting off any attraction to her. It was possible for Green to fall for a girl and change his ways. He was an easier bet than Krit before I came along.
“Green is in law school. He’s actually brilliant, and, yes, he’s very talented. But you’ll learn, if you’re around these guys very much, that musicians are an odd sort. They live life their own way. As for ignoring you, I wouldn’t read anything into it. He’s just focused because they’re onstage. He has his game face on, where he flirts with the fans and brings in the crowd. It’s what they do.”
Trinity looked very thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Yeah. That makes sense. Thanks, Blythe.”
I nodded in return and looked back at Krit, who was waiting on me to look at him. I grinned and blew him a kiss. He caught it and pressed it to his lips, then winked at me. I could just imagine the females swooning in the audience right now. I was one very lucky girl.
Krit
Two weeks later Blythe had sold a monthly total of twenty thousand books.
I had a paid-for diamond hidden under the bed.
All plans to propose were on hold.
FUCK!
Blythe
I typed the last word of my second novel and dropped my hands into my lap. The sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that came with knowing I had written two complete novels was extraordinary.
There were still the edits and the rewrites I would need to do, but the story was complete. Within a month I could upload it and click publish again. The power that came with that surprised me. I hadn’t expected this feeling of triumph. Several times over the past month I had thought about calling Mr. Williams. Also known as the man who helped give me life.
I wasn’t sure what I would say, though. He did raise me, in the loosest sense of the word. Mrs. Williams, his wife, and not my mother had done most of it. The discipline and emotional abuse—Mr. Williams had just stood back and let it happen. He had only intervened when he thought he needed to.
Since I didn’t know he was my father until last year, there was no connection or love there. I didn’t find myself wanting to bond with him. To me, he seemed like a hollow old man who relied on the pulpit he stood on every Sunday and told people what Jesus wanted them to do. I had stopped listening to that a long time ago.