Ace (Playtime Series Book 1) by Gemma Arlington (black female authors .TXT) 📗

much as I knew they were faking it, I could see Ace become another casualty of Jake’s charm.

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Ace

I had been trying for the last hour, to find some relief from the throbbing pain I felt in my lady bits.

The orgasm I needed, had somehow managed to bury itself deep inside and it didn’t seem to want to visit anytime soon.

I showered and dressed in a thin strapped, mid-thigh length cocktail style dress in black. The ‘LBD’ - little black dress, was a woman’s ‘go to’ dress when they couldn’t figure out what to wear.

We all knew that black seemed to be the

right color choice in any situation.

I decided to leave my hair out and straighten it. I didn’t want to overdo the whole look. I was the band’s manager and an employee of Dash records, so I had a standard to set. I applied a small amount of natural, brown, eye shadow and headed for the door. I slid into the back seat of the town car provided and gave the driver instructions on how to get to Elle’s home. She was so excited when I called her with the news that I had scored an invite to the party of the month.

She squealed and thanked me gratefully.

I almost wanted to chop my ears off so I didn’t

have to hear any more about how good Damon

was in the sack. It was more information than I needed to hear and the truth be told, the horny, little beast inside me was already screaming and didn’t need any form of information like that.

I shook my head and tried to turn my thoughts to tomorrow. I was leaving L.A for a country tour with none other than the legendary young rock band JED.  I was starting to think being on a bus with five hot-ass rockers was going to be the death of me.

~Chapter Twelve~

Ace

“Holy shit, look at this place!” Elle shrieked as she jumped from the car. I knew she was going to be somewhat of a handful, especially with the dress she had on. The not-so-subtle dip in the back would draw her enough attention on its own, but the fact that it barely covered her ass, was going to be the lure for men’s and maybe even some women’s eyes.

Elle was correct. This place was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. I loved Hank’s home but whoever lived here… WOW. I’d hate to be the owner of such a place, because in all honesty, I would loath having to clean a home so big and extravagant. I just prayed the landlord had good insurance. Letting this many people loose in a beautiful home with a ‘party hard’ rock band was only going to result in disaster.

“You bitch!” I heard someone yell from behind me, as I turned to see what the commotion was about.  A very young looking blonde was storming towards Elle and I.

She didn’t stop till she was only a few centimeters away from my face.

“You’re the bitch who stole him from me aren’t you?” she barked. I was beginning to wonder what the fuck was going on until I saw Jake stumble out into the foyer with a grin on his lips. The cheeky bugger seemed to like the fact that I was being yelled at by some blonde who thought she was dating him.

“I beg your pardon,” I snapped.

“You heard me, you stole my boyfriend,” she yelled.

OMG what was she, thirteen? I groaned and wondered why she would cause such a scene at a party. I gathered Jake had planned this all along, he wanted to see what I would do if someone questioned the legitimacy of this FAKE relationship.

“If you’re implying that I stole your boyfriend then you’re deadly wrong,” I replied, keeping my cool.

I hated confrontation and tried to avoid it at all costs, but when a petite, little blonde starts yelling in my face that I stole her precious Jake I couldn’t help but get a little defensive.

“You did steal him from me! I was going to be the mother of his children, and we were going to live happily ever after together…,” she began to sob.

This comment made me laugh hysterically to myself, but realistically, I had to

admit I was slightly concerned. This girl was totally delusional.

Jake was a womanizing sex pot; the guy was never going to settle down, at least not at the ripe age of twenty four.

“I think that’s enough Candice,” Eric’s voice rang out through the room.

I hadn’t realized that we had drawn a small crowd of onlookers. Obviously they were keen to see where this confrontation was heading. I was interested to know how on earth this conversation came to be in the first place. I knew very little about what Jake’s publicist was releasing to the press, but I did know that the news of our so called relationship was not due to be released until tomorrow when we left on tour.

It seemed Jake had disappeared as I could no longer spot his gloating face. I hoped he was pleased with his efforts because the poor girl in front of me was crying and clinging to Eric for dear life.

“Piss off and go back to your drinks, there’s nothing to see here,” Eric yelled. The crowd listened and dispersed. The music kicked in and a few party goers were yelling and screaming some choice words like nothing had happened at all.

“Is she going to be ok?” I whispered to Eric, genuinely concerned about the situation that resulted in this poor girls undoing.

She looked all of eighteen and if so I wondered what Jake was thinking when he decided to hook up with her?

“She’ll be alright. I’ve called her a taxi and I’ll make sure she