We aren’t friends and we aren’t enemies. He’s spoken to me to tell me how beautiful I am and how good I would look riding his dick. And I bet my life savings—thirty million dollars, to be exact—that he tells every groupie he comes across that. That’s how our relationship rolls. Felix is the biggest flirt. He’d flirt a nun out of her clothes before she realized it, and she’d be standing there asking what happened. And for that reason alone, I don’t take what he says serious. He’s the most dangerous man to the women’s population because he knows how sexy he is. And he uses it to his advantage. When we were on tour, he brought a few groupies to his hotel room. And my dumb heart raged with jealousy. But I have no right to be jealous, because his bed is always warm for me. Every week, he asks me to spend the night in his hotel room and every time, I use my pride as a shield to turn him down.

His facial expression is calm as an autumn night, and I want to bathe in his calmness, so I can get rid of my anxiety. He steps closer as he stares into my eyes like he knows my heart and soul.

Like he knows my secrets.

I drown in the depths of his eyes.

Felix was brought up in wealth. But unlike any rich person I’ve met, he doesn’t flaunt it, nor dress like it. He’s a chameleon, blending in with the middle and lower class while his father owns half of Atlanta’s real estate. My parents bought their manor from him a few years back. Felix is a mystery, and moody and broody at times. Maybe that’s why I want him. Out of all his bandmates, he’s the nicest. In fact, he’s the glue that keeps them together.

I need to find that diary fast.

“Why would it be in here?” He lifts his thick eyebrow, his mouth twitches, and he folds his arms across his chest.

I lean against the dresser, twisting my expensive watch around my wrist. He turns me into a puddle of lust and ball of jitters at the same time. “It was the last place I saw it when we had a meeting earlier.”

His cologne invades my nostrils. He’s smells like sap from pine tree.

“It’s rude to go through people’s shit.” His words fire at me, and guilt coils in my stomach like a snake. His eyes sweep over my legs, then my breasts, then back to my eyes. Lust burns so much in his eyes that it can melt down this whole arena. He’s every bit of a lion ready to pounce on his prey