Shift-Rawr-Rock ?”
“No,” Like Mason would ever give me ownership in any of his clubs. He was too much of a control freak.
“How does it feel to be back after your six month break from the music business?”
I smiled widely, “Great.”
“Is it true that you and Kir-J are engaged?”
My face remained passive as I responded calmly, “No.”
What the hell? Engaged to Kir-J, the self-absorbed rocker? I wanted to laugh hysterically at the ridiculousness of that rumor. He could barely hold my interest for more than the three weeks that I painfully endured before cutting him off when I discovered that he was a massive user and media whore. Frankly, it still puzzled me that I even dated him. He wasn’t even my type. He was way too whiny and needy, but there was something about him that initially attracted me to him—blame it on my embarrassing Rejuvenator stupor.
The more time I spent with him, the more my mind couldn’t get past the warning bells. Should I have dismissed him at week one? That’s a big fat yes. Yes, I do admit that one of my many weaknesses is that I’m superficial as hell, and Kir was freaking beautiful to look at—like a fine piece of art. Was that enough for me to throw open my legs and scream ‘come and get it’? Uh, hell no. I needed more and he sure as hell wasn’t it.
I plastered another wide smile when I spotted the goal line, the club’s entrance protected by more of Mason’s scary, but model worthy bouncers and security detail, when something dark flashed and slithered along the dark, slick facade.
Stumbling against Diego with my heart pumping frantically, my gaze swept to the yellow serpent-like eyes looking at me with anger before blending into the dark facade. Chills ran down my spine as I just stared, trying to convince myself that what I just saw was a hallucination brought on by taking too many Rejuvenators. But I knew the truth, and just like the strange woman in my dreams said, tonight would be the night that I would be attacked and saved. Crazy, but true. Did I question what she said? A thousand times, but I learned from experience that if I ignored any part of my dreams it would end in disaster.
My hands tightened on Diego’s shoulder causing him to look over at me concerned. “You okay?”
I nodded yes, not trusting my voice to utter anything remotely intelligent. Zoe looked at me with worried eyes, nudging me forward.
The Paparazzi asked, “Any truth to the rumors that the Collective Corporation is shutting down your concert tomorrow night?”
I gritted my teeth before responding, “None. In fact, all of my sold-out concerts will go on as planned. And just for the record....”
Zoe broke out in a fit of coughing before catching her breath. “Oh shit, this is not going to be good.”
I continued angrily, “As I’ve said several times, which remarkably has been quoted incorrectly just as many times, I’m using my celebrity power for a good cause. The money made will be used to open clinics for the free distribution of Rejuvenator pills to underprivileged people in the New York area who cannot afford to pay the outrageous and gouging price that the Collective Corporation insists on charging for the privilege of using their cure-all drug.”
I continued walking when a pale, strawberry blonde haired woman with obvious fake breasts stepped forward, grinning snidely. “Well isn’t that a tad hypocritical for a superstar known for her abusive use of Rejuvenator? And let’s talk about that celebrity power. Aren’t you using it for your own private agenda that seems centered on throwing stones at a Corporation that provides a lifesaving drug to the world.”
I turned, glaring at her. Literally biting my tongue to prevent myself from spilling the real truth about the big conspiracy known as the cure-all Rejuvenator pill, the conspiracy manufactured and distributed by the billion dollar Collective Corporation. The conspiracy touted as an monumental scientific