Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) by Natalie Barnes Read Free Book Online

breath. When he opens them, they’re like deep, dark pools. Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me into his chest again.
    “One fucking hour,” he rasps back at me and I know. I already know that I only have one hour to mingle with whoever before he comes and finds me, and fucks me…and I can’t fucking wait.
    Tristan lets go of my wrist then heads out, shutting the door behind him. Still gawking at the closed door, Frankie lets out a sigh.
    “Damn, girl.” A grin dances on my face ’til Frankie’s words wipe it off completely.
    “Okay, where were we? Oh, yeah. Here, take this bottle.”
    Looking over my shoulder at him, I see Frankie’s bony arm stretch out, handing me that stupid gin bottle of water at me. Shaking my head, I stare back at the closed door.
    “Nah, Frankie.”
    “That’s fucking stupid. They will all know it’s just water anyways.”
    Frankie does this 'psst' sound with his mouth as he comes up from behind me. He takes hold of my shoulders and faces me to him.
    “Sophia, please …your boys are so dumb right now, you could have orange fucking Kool-Aid in there,” he makes his hand into a gun and points at the gin bottle, “And they still would fucking think you are drinking gin.”
    The corner of his mouth lifts up and I know that, sadly , he’s fucking right. But the thing that kind of tears at my heart is, I would be there just as stupid with my boys if I wasn’t pregnant.
    I feel so guilty for not being excited right now. There are so many fucked up emotions running through my head right now that it’s so hard to just focus on one. Is it bad that right now, I wish I could be living it up with my boys instead of being knocked up?  Yes, it is, I guess, but that’s how my brain is fucking working right now. It’s so messed up.
    He starts giggling at me as I reluctantly take the bottle from him.
    “Give me five minutes, hon,” he winks at me before he spins around and heads for the bathroom, speaking over his shoulder at me as he walks away. “Gotta bring sexy back.”
     
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    Out to Get You by Blood Simple is pouring through the speakers as we hang out at the house of one of Lux’s associates. Not as extravagate as Lux’s place in Hawaii, but still really nice. This place is more on the modern side, with large glass windows and pale walls. Vibrant paintings hang throughout the house. The house is big, with an open second floor, but has too much of a “staged” feel for me, as if the owners never really stay here themselves.
    All of our bands are here, along with a couple extra that are signed with the label that were playing today. But there’s also all the roadies and techs, and let’s not forget what really makes all tours go round... the groupies. Frankie places his hand in between my shoulder blades as he pushes me through the foyer.
    “Let the games begin,” he says teasingly as he grins down at me.
    Frankie is already a pretty tall dude, but when he wears his heeled boots, he’s almost as tall as Tristan. Laughing up at him, I just love it. He doesn’t give a shit.
    “Wanna do a shot?” he asks excitedly, giving my upper arm a fast rub.
    “Oh, okay… ” I finish sarcastically. Frankie gives me a quick glare before his the corners of his eyes crinkle as his smirk widens.
    “You know what, Sophia…I bet you could fool everyone here tonight about being drunk with one thing.” He dances his index finger in front of my face. “How about I put on some Cherry Pie and you do the rest?” He shoulder bumps me, shit smirking.
    I push his hand away, laughing at him.
    “Fuck you!”
    “Come on.” He nudges me again as we walk up to the bar that’s just off the patio. He stops suddenly and looks down at his phone, the glow of the screen lights up his face as we step out back.
    “We only have like, a matter of minutes before Tristan fucks your brains out."
    I feel my cheeks warm at Frankie’s words, both from everyone within a perimeter of a few feet hearing