Wounded But Not Scarred (New Adult Rockers 2) by W.H. Vega Read Free Book Online Page B

some work done around my house. The place needs to be cleaned, and I’ve got
a stack of mail and bills that I need to go through. The weeklong marathon
recording session nearly killed me.
    As I pull into my driveway, I see a
familiar looking red car parked out front and I feel anger flood my system.
    I jump out of my truck, just as
Savannah gracefully exits from her driver’s side.
    “Hey Blake,” she drawls, walking
towards me. She’s dressed in her normal, over-exposed attire. Her black and
white print dress seems to be painted on, and the hemline is shameful. She’s
wearing sky-high spiky heels, and her hair is even more blonde-streaked than
before.
    “What are you doing here,
Savannah?” I ask, skipping all niceties.
    She pouts. “You aren’t happy to see
me?”
    “Of course not,” I snap.
    She pretends to look hurt.
    “I thought I’d just stop by to pay
you a visit.”
    “Bull shit,” I spit.
    She shakes her head, smiling
patronizingly at me.
    “I thought you might change your
mind,” she admits, “but you haven’t come crawling back.”
    “You knew that wasn’t going to
happen.”
    She shrugs, and examines her
manicured nails.
    “Selling your house?” she asks, her
voice venomous.
    “What’s it to you?”
    “Getting cozy with your new
girlfriend?” Her face twists into an ugly snarl, but I refuse to take her bait
and instead I wait for her to speak again. Her face smoothes over as she
collects herself.
    “My parents are very unhappy that
you embarrassed the family,” she purrs.
    “So, I’ve heard.” I roll my eyes.
“I really don’t get it Savannah. Your parents never thought I was good enough
for you anyway, so what’s the big deal?”
    “True, they didn’t,” she says
coolly, “but it’s an entirely different matter regarding the way you ‘dumped’
their daughter.”
    “I’m not listening to this crap any
more, Savannah, get out of here,” I say, waving her away and starting to make
my way into the house. I’m so fucking angry, but I know that I need to just let
things go and ignore her taunts. The last thing we all need is more drama from
Savannah’s family.
    “It’s not crap,” she says sharply,
“it’s funny how your music career seems to be taking off now that I’m out of
the picture and your dating the boss’ daughter.”
    I turn around and narrow my eyes.
“How dare you.”
    “Look how well you’re doing now,”
she points out.
    “So what? My music is taking off.
Maybe that’s happening because I’m talented and because you’re out of
the picture.”
    “Oh, so that little tramp, Paige ,
is helping your music?” she asks snidely, practically spitting out Paige’s
name.
    “You better watch yourself,” I say
in a low voice. “Now get the hell off my property before I call the cops on you
for trespassing.”
    “You wouldn’t,” she challenges.
    “Try me.”
    She steps back, evaluating my face,
and then shrugs. She turns and saunters away.
    “This isn’t over, Blake,” she calls
as she gets into her car and roars out of the court.
    Balling my fists, I head into the
house, determined not to let her get to me.

    I brood over Savannah’s visit all
day. I have a strict policy about being honest with Paige, but the last thing I
feel like doing is telling her that Savannah was waiting for me in the driveway
when I got home.
    I purposely avoid calling Paige
until it’s after dinner, and by then I can’t put it off any longer.
    “Hey!” she answers happily after I
dial her number.
    “Hey baby. How are things?”
    “Really good. Daddy and I just had
a nice dinner together, and we’re getting ready to watch a movie.”
    “That sounds really nice. Sounds
like you two are really bonding.”
    “We are,” she gushes, “It’s just so
nice seeing him like this. I’m really proud of him.”
    “You should be proud of yourself
too. He wouldn’t be doing as well as he is, if you hadn’t forced him to go to
rehab.”
    I can almost see Paige’s