Free Stricken Desire by S.K. Logsdon Page A

Except
Stacy. That is so not happening! EVER!
    “I’m sorry Stacy but I can’t believe that.” I
say nicely. I try to be as gentle as I can. I can’t break this poor
man’s heart if he is being truthful. Which to be honest I don’t
think he is. He’s fucked a lot of woman. And I mean a whole hell of
a lot and he’s been married twice. Both times to hot blondes one
that was a model and one that could have been.
    “You don’t have to Em, I don’t expect you to
want me. Like I’ve wanted you for so long. It’s not going to change
our friendship. I promise. If you don’t want US.” He motions his
hand between us again. “To be together in the way that I do. I’ll
tuck all my feelings back in and we can go back to the way things
were.”
    I shake my head. “If what you are saying is
TRUE Stacy. I can’t fuck you. I don’t want that with you. You know
me well enough to know I can’t fuck around. I’m not built that way.
You are. Johnathan, D and the band are.“ I nod toward the stage.
“But I can’t and you know why. It’s not just about Chris and you
know that.”
    “I don’t want to fuck you, I want to be with
you.” He says he seriously sounds desperate. I’ve never heard
desperation come out of this man’s mouth even once in my entire
life.
    I reach my hand out and take his into my
own.
    “Listen. I love you with all of my heart
Stace. You are the best man I’ve ever known as a friend. But you’re
a male whore who has serious commitment issues. I can’t have a
relationship with somebody like that. I love you for who you are.
But relationship speaking I don’t want to date anyone. And
especially not a person who includes Fucking chicks and threesomes
under his hobbies list on Facebook.” I smile. Trying to lighten the
mood. But I suck at this.
    “Okay. I understand. I’ll lock it all back
up. Now come here.” He smiles and tugs me into his arms for a
friendly hug. Awe, now this is the best friend I know and love.
    “Thank you.” I hug him tighter.
    Twenty minutes pass and Stacy and I stand
together to watch the band finish up there set. Johnathan is
rocking extra hard tonight. He looks so hot in his XXL black
nirvana T and holey jeans. I catch him look my way a few times as I
am dancing rather well in my red heels to his sexy singing. His
voice sounds so much like a mix between Chris Daughtry with the
deepness and huskiness of Sully from Godsmack. If that’s possible.
I don’t know but that’s the best combo I can come up with that
relates to how Johnathan sings. I am so starting to dig this rock
scene. It’s addicting. Maybe not the trashy whores and strange
conversations with my best friend but other than that it’s
euphoric. Larger than life.
     

Chapter
Eight
     
    I ride with just Stacy in one of the black
Mercedes to the after party. This time it’s at our hotel. There’s a
giant club in the back attached to it called Apples. Apparently
that’s why Stacy selected it for us to stay here. Not that you’ll
hear me complaining. That just means I can get smashed and only
have to walk back to my room. Well if I can get drunk. It takes a
lot for me to get to that point.
    We pull up outside the club in the back of
the hotel. There has to be two hundred fans and paparazzi waiting
behind red ropes for the band to arrive. Stacy pulls up to the
valet that has been reserved for band members and employees only.
The rest of the guests are required to park themselves and you can
only get in if your name is on the list. We slide up, Stacy gets
out and I am advised to stay put until he retrieves me. He’s such a
gentleman. As soon as he gets out a blonde valet driver who can’t
be over twenty slips into the driver’s seat next to me.
    “Hi ma’am” he says while adjusting the seat
the fit his much shorter frame. I nod out of politeness.
    My door opens and Stacy extends his hand out
to me. I glide out of the car my hand in his. Feeling like I am
about the roll onto the red