Free Fractured Beat (Meltdown Book 1) by RB Hilliard Page A

bring it back when he drives the group back later,” he offered. I felt bad for asking Marcel to turn around but I really disliked the idea of leaving my purse behind. As if sensing my unease, he said, “I promise to personally make sure it gets to your suite this evening.”
    “You don’t mind?” I asked.
    He smiled. “Not at all.”
    As I got ready for bed I thought about the day I’d had. Something told me my life was about to be turned upside down. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and asked, “What have I gotten myself into?” I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like the answer.

Chapter Seven
    Introducing The Narc

    Grant
    “M anagement wants to see us in fifteen!” I heard Luke shout from somewhere in the suite. I cracked my eyes open and quickly closed them again. Management could suck it. The bed next to me dipped and I felt warm breath on my face. Fuck! I tried to recall last night’s activities. Other than drinking a shitload of booze, I couldn’t. After a minute or so of complete silence, I decided I’d imagined it and, like a dumb ass, opened my eyes back up.
    “Last night was the most amazing night of my life. Do you think you could get me and my friends VIP tickets for tonight’s show, because if you could that would be great. There are seven of us. There were ten but Suzy’s mom wouldn’t let her come, Jenny had cramps and I’m not sure what happened to Marnie. I mean I understand if you can’t, but I would so appreciate it if you could,” the voice on the pillow next to me yammered.
    You would think I’d learned my lesson by now. Grant plus booze equals snatch. I loved pussy as much as the next guy but more and more these days it ended up like this. Slowly, so not to jar my aching brain, I turned to see what the cat dragged home, or should I say dog because that’s exactly what I was, a fucking dog. Long, dark hair framed a petite face and a pair of big brown eyes. At least this one was attractive. The last girl who ended up in my bed looked like Nash’s uncle Stan. I waited for my dick to take notice but all he did was lie there partially engorged from the need to piss. As she chattered away at me I pictured slamming my cock between her plump, pink lips to shut her up. My traitorous cock still refused to budge. Fucker. This girl didn’t want me, none of them did. She wanted Grant Hardy, lead singer of Meltdown. I bet if I let out an oily fart and asked her to lick my anus she’d stick her tongue out and wait for me to spread my cheeks. When had I become so jaded?
    After Blane’s little confession last night I didn’t return to the hotel. I should have. Instead I turned to the bottle, which in turn led me to…
    “What’s your name?” A look of hurt appeared on her face and I felt bad for asking.
    “Don’t you remember? We had a whole conversation about it last night. Becki with an i instead of a y because my mom loved the movie Valley Girl, remember?”
    I tried to recall last night’s events, again, and finally gave up. I had no recollection of her or the conversation. “Well, Becki with an i instead of a y, how about you leave me your contact information and after I talk with management someone will call and let you know about those tickets.”
    “That would be great!” she shrieked. I tried not to flinch but damn she was loud. “Do you want me to order breakfast or would you like for me to give you a blow job?” Once upon a time those words would have been music to my ears. Now they just made me cringe.
    “I appreciate the offer but I have to get going this morning. Raincheck?”
    She ran her hand over my now shriveled pecker and smiled. “How about tonight?”
    “Luke!” I called out. A few seconds later Luke stuck his head in. When he saw Becki with an i perched in the bed next to me an evil smile appeared on his face.
    I shot him the bird and he blew me a kiss. Then he addressed my issue. “Hey, sweetheart, how would you like to meet the rest of