The Rocks Duet by Julie Archer

Author:Julie Archer [Archer, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jewel & Black Publications
Published: 2020-05-31T04:00:00+00:00

Later that night, I was bored. I still couldn’t stop thinking about Tris and I desperately needed a distraction. I’d spent the whole day lounging in bed, barely moving, obsessively checking social media and my messages, both of which were strangely quiet.

I picked up my phone and called Rosie.

“Saff! Where the hell are you? There’s a party here for you, babe! I heard you and Tris split.”

Her words made me sit up, ramrod straight. How did she know? I hadn’t spoken to her at all since it happened. I could hear the noise of a bar or club in the background.

“Where are you? I’ll come join.”

“You should. The Goss will love it.” She gave me the name of a bar on the King’s Road. “Text me when you’re close.” And she hung up.

Interest piqued, I fired up an internet browser on my phone and went to the gossip website. Sure enough, there were a number of pictures of me and the band performing.

Fuck, I looked hot last night.

But there were also a few dark, grainy photographs of the aftermath of last night’s gig. There was no mistaking Tris’ actions as he pulled an arm back in preparation to punch. There was also one of him and his dad, apparently engaged in an angry conversation.

The accompanying words were no more than guesswork and speculation, though the headline screamed: SAFF’S NEW BEAU NOT AS CLEAN CUT AS HE SEEMS! ANGRY SCENES AT THESB’S COMEBACK SHOW!

Near the end of the article was a shot of me and Jonas leaving, as well as one of Tris, alone, looking forlornly towards our car.

Tears threatened to fall, and I screwed up my face, willing them to go away. I couldn’t afford to think about that now. Taking a fortifying breath, I stood up and went to my wardrobe, searching for the exact killer outfit I needed.

Forty minutes later, I was in an Uber near the bar. At the last minute, I almost chickened out and asked the driver to take me home, but Rosie was right. I needed to be there. I needed something to take my mind off last night. Wallowing at home with a bottle of whisky and a joint wasn’t the Saff Barnes everyone knew and loved.

I resolved to be the Saff Barnes who didn’t give a fuck, but desperately needed to fuck a certain someone out of my system.

I held my head high and stepped out of the car, heading for the door and cutting to the front of the queue. The doorman took one look at me and instantly let me through.

Even if he had no idea who I was, the outfit I’d picked was enough to flout every door policy he had to adhere to. I wore a tight, black lace and satin corset which pushed my boobs up, creating a cleavage to die for. Teamed with a skin-tight black pencil miniskirt which barely covered my arse and skyscraper red patent heels, I looked like a force to be reckoned with.

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