He had never been tempted by any of Rick’s girls, preferring to pick women from the followers that trailed after the band.
“When did R.J. become involved with Redman?”
“This is the first tour that R.J. has used his services.” Alec’s disgusted voice left no doubt of his opinion of Redman. “He paid thirty-thousand out six months ago to keep Jesse’s wife from finding out about a weekend in the Caribbean with a nineteen-year-old.”
“I’m surprised R.J. paid to keep it quiet; he used to love the publicity.” Kaden was already able to hear the noise of the party from the outside of the hotel room. “I don’t care how many whores he hires, as long as they stay away from me,” Kaden said, going in the hotel room.
The sight that met his eyes was one he had seen many times. At least five women were seated around the room with Sin and D-mon already pouring out drinks. Ax was already talking to a pretty brunette.
His condition of no drugs had aroused arguments from the three group members, but his threat to walk had been taken seriously. Kaden didn’t doubt his ability to withstand the temptation of the drugs he had once enjoyed; he just didn’t want another reminder of how fucked up he had been.
“Which room is mine?” Kaden asked R.J., who had a woman already sitting on his lap.
He pointed toward the hallway to the left. “I had your bag put in the last one down the hall so you wouldn’t be disturbed by the noise.”
A delicate arm slid around his neck as a lush blonde leaned against him, plastering her tits against his chest.
“I can keep you company, Daddy.” One of her arms glided from his neck downwards, grasping his hip as she pushed her pussy against his dick. Kaden’s dick didn’t move behind his zipper. Her dark blue eyes were glazed and her thickened voice was incentive enough to take both of her hands into his, moving away from her touch.
“No, thanks; I’ll pass.” Even when he had reached the pinnacle of his career, he hadn’t paid for pussy.
Kaden walked down the hallway of the suite, ignoring Ax and D-mon’s yells to return. Opening the closed door, he went into the darkened room without bothering to turn on the light since the bathroom light had been left on, illuminating half of the room. He went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Getting undressed, he turned the shower on then stepped inside, letting the hot water relax his tired muscles. He let the warm spray run over his body before grabbing the soap and washing the sweat from the hot lights of the concert away, as well as the smell of the whore’s musky perfume.
Stepping out of the shower, he dried off before using the blow dryer to dry his hair. His shorter hair, which he had cut yesterday to avoid any resemblance to the wild rocker he had been five years ago, dried quickly. When it was dry enough not to wet the sheets, he left the bathroom, leaving the door ajar enough to see the path to the bed where the covers had already been turned down for the night. He wasn’t a kid anymore; he didn’t feel the adrenaline rush that came after each show. Tonight, he was tired and ready for sleep after the hectic day leading up to the concert. The concert had taken the last of his reserves. He was going to have to build himself back up to performing the long hours again.
“What the fuck?” Kaden’s feet tripped over something lying on the floor. Unable to prevent his fall, he fell across the object, half on and half off the person lying unconscious on the floor. He knew they were unconscious because they didn’t move or make a sound when he put out a hand out to find what he had fallen over. The only reason he knew they were still alive was because of the warmth of the skin he touched.
Clumsily managing to get to his feet, he bent down to lift the person onto the bed before turning on the bedside lamp. The bright light had him blinking several seconds until he could focus on the woman lying on his bed.
Muttering angrily to himself, he reached out to shake the woman’s shoulder to wake her, stopping when she opened her eyes. Kaden stared down into eyes the color of golden honey. Her face was exquisite; all fine angles and high cheekbones with a mouth meant to please. Her flame-red hair highlighted in the lamplight with a golden glow.
Kaden had dated and fucked several models during his career, the first one when he was fourteen, and while this woman wasn’t as beautiful, she had a fragile appearance as if she was one of the dolls that had sat on his niece’s shelf because she had been too afraid to play with it, afraid it would break.
Five years ago, he would have climbed into bed with this woman and spent the night banging her, but those nights were long gone.
“Get your ass up and get out.”
Chapter Three
Sawyer blinked her eyes as she tried to clear her blurry vision. She had heard the man staring down at her, but she couldn’t make her fuzzy mind understand his words.
She opened her lips to try to ask for help, but the noise that escaped her dry mouth was a whimper.
The man’s eyes narrowed on her and his expression turned to one of disgust. Sawyer trembled in the cold room; she wanted to borough under the blankets for warmth, yet she couldn’t make her arms and legs move. She could only lie there helplessly, waiting to see what the stranger would do next.
He bent down, jerking her into a sitting position. When she started to slide back down onto the bed, he placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her still.
“Rick has really outdone himself this time. Overdid it, didn’t you?”
She saw him take a cell phone out of his pocket and punch in numbers. She tried to listen to the conversation, but the fog that was attacking her brain made her just want to close her eyes and go to sleep.
“Stay awake, dammit.” He roughly shook her shoulder, startling her into opening her eyes. “That’s it. I’ve sent for someone to take you home.”
Relief inundated her body at his words and tears flooded her eyes as she thought of Vida’s reaction when she walked through the door of the apartment they shared. Vida would take care of her; she would get her the help that she needed.
The stranger lifted her limp body to lean back against the headboard. She tried to turn her head to see where he went, but her head fell limply to the side.
She heard the water running nearby then a hand was lifting her head back upright. “What in the hell did you take?” his harsh voice asked.
Sawyer was unable to answer him as a glass was placed against her lips. She greedily drank the cold water, feeling the soothing relief as it went down her burning throat. She didn’t remember the last time they had given her more to drink than a sip of water.
“Slow down; you’re going to make yourself sick.” Sawyer tried to slow down, but she was afraid he would take it away before she was finished; however, he took it away when she didn’t slow down anyway. She heard him set it on the nightstand.
She was about to beg for it back when she heard a knock on the door. He rose from sitting on the side of the bed, opening it to a man dressed in dark jeans and a black leather jacket.
“What’s going on, Kaden?” the man questioned.
“Alec, she’s messed up pretty bad. I found her when I came in here to go to bed.”
The blond man moved to the side of the bed. She tried to look up at him, but fell sideways, her head almost banging against the nightstand. The man who had given her the water managed to catch her just before impact, lifting her back against the bed.
“I thought she looked out of it when Redman dropped her off, but two other women were beside her, talking to her. Kaden, I’m sorry. I should have followed my instincts and told them to go, but Redman was adamant that R.J. wanted them here when the band finished the concert.”
“It’s not your fault, Alec. It’s R.J.’s. Redman is trouble, but he gives his clients pussy without the hassle.” His disgusted voice disturbed Sawyer as she tried to understand what the two men were talking about.
“What do you want me to do with her?” The one named Alec looked at the man who had said he was going to take her home. “Want me to take her into the other room?”
Sawyer managed to shake her head, groaning when the movement sent shards of pain through her skull.
“No, they’re so out of it by now; they won’t even notice she’s fucked up,” he sighed, running his hand through his dark hair.
Sawyer looked up at him, attempting without words to plead for help. She tried to get her thickened tongue to move to tell him to call the police.
“Take her home.”
Sawyer couldn’t prevent the tears slipping down her cheeks at his words.
Bending down he spoke to her. “Where do you live?”
Again she tried to speak, but couldn’t, crying harder.
Sighing, he rose to stand up, towering over her. “Go outside, Alec, and ask the other girls where she lives.”
Frantically, she shook her head, fear giving her strength as she tried to rise from the bed. Instead, she flopped down, wiggling on the mattress like a fish dragged out of the water.
“Okay, calm down. We get the message.” The one named Kaden straightened her legs until she lay down straight on the mattress. “What now?” he asked the man named Alec.
“The only thing we can do. We wait until she can tell us where to take her or give her back to Redman when he shows up later to pick them up.”
Sawyer managed with the last of her strength to grab the one named Kaden’s hand when he sat down on the side of the bed beside her. Her nails dug into his flesh. Both men stared down at her with frowns at her frightened reaction.