Chapters (123)
- PLAYLIST
- CONTENT NOTE
- Dedication
- 1
- REMI
- 2
- FOSTER
- 3
- REMI
- 4
- REMI
- Before…
- 5
- REMI
- Now…
- 6
- FOSTER
- 7
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 8
- REMI
- Now…
- 9
- FOSTER
- 10
- REMI
- Before…
- 11
- FOSTER
- 12
- REMI
- Now…
- 13
- FOSTER
- 14
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 15
- REMI
- 16
- REMI
- 17
- REMI
- Now…
- 18
- FOSTER
- 19
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 20
- REMI
- 21
- FOSTER
- 22
- REMI
- Now…
- 23
- REMI
- Before…
- 24
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 25
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 26
- REMI
- Now…
- 27
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 28
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 29
- REMI
- Before…
- 30
- REMI
- Now…
- 31
- FOSTER
- 32
- REMI
- 33
- FOSTER
- 34
- REMI
- 35
- FOSTER
- 36
- REMI
- 37
- FOSTER
- 38
- FOSTER
- Before…
- 39
- FOSTER
- Now…
- 40
- REMI
- 41
- FOSTER
- 42
- REMI
- 43
- FOSTER
- 44
- REMI
- 45
- FOSTER
- 46
- REMI
- 47
- FOSTER
- EPILOGUE
- FOSTER
- Later…
- ALSO BY C.G. BLAINE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’m so his it hurts. But he means for the night, to which I slowly nod, and then he nods with me and carries me to the dressing room.
The door’s open, no Felix or Dev. Foster takes my bag, tossing it on the floor, and lowers me onto the couch. He comes down on top of me, his mouth back on mine, my hands in his hair.
“Sinner, I need him,” Christian says.
I turn my head, and he winks at me from inside the doorway.
Foster groans and drops his forehead onto my shoulder. “Fuck off.”
The band’s manager tugs down his sleeves, switching back to business mode. “Would if I could. You know how much I hate to be a cockblock, but I need all of you and your attention. So, be a good boy and heel.”
He walks out.
Foster’s lips find my neck before he climbs off me with a sigh. “You good to hang out for a bit? I don’t want you leaving without Colt, and I have no clue where he is right now.”
I nod, sitting up as he fishes his phone out of his pocket and checks the screen.
“Shit.” He seems to mull something over and then glances up. A little smirk forms as he tosses his phone at me. “I’m expecting a call from a guy about a thing. I don’t know how long this will take, so if he calls, let him know I’ll call him back as soon as I’m done.”
“A guy about a thing?”
“Yep,” he says, leaning down to kiss my cheek. He pulls back enough to see me. “The passcode’s how many times I think about you a day—184369.”
“Uhhu, sure,” I say as he heads for the door. The battery’s nearly dead when I glance down. “On top of being your secretary, I’ll charge it for you too.”
He spins to walk backward and clutches his chest over his heart. “The sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
I laugh as he pulls the door shut. Once he’s gone, I sink into the couch, fucking dizzy from him.
Felix left the charger he used earlier, so I plug in Foster’s phone before moving my bag to the wall beside it. After I review the list of shots I wanted for tonight, I start to text Xander to see if they’re still meeting. They might as well swing by here so he doesn’t need to relay everything.