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“You heard that, did you?”
“You are the key to everything. I don’t know how the fuck you could take that as anything but a compliment, but if that’s what you’re mad about, you’ll just have to trust me.”
“Trust you? With all your secrets and lies?” “I’ve never lied to you, and contrary to what your spoiled ass believes, you haven’t earn...
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“Fuck, Scarlett… why didn’t you tell me the truth?
Knowing anyone else touched you today has had me murderous, but I’ve waited for you to come clean. Did you really believe I wouldn’t know you saw him? That I couldn’t smell him on you? I can smell another man on you as well as I can smell your arousal right now. Here—”
“And even...
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He looks into my eyes as he passes his hand over the flame and keeps it there. “Stop! You’ll hurt yourself!” I yell. My heart squeezes for him, and tears prickle behind my eyes. He raises his brow. “I’m surprised you care. I thought you hated me.” “I-I do. Hate you,”
“Why would you do that?”
“Shh. Shh. Oh, baby. Don’t cry for me.”
“What pretty tears you shed for someo...
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“I’ve mastered my fear of flame. And now I’ll master you.”
I am his angel, he is my demon of music, and all I want to do right now is sing for him.
“Your demon loves it when you beg for him, mon amour.”
“Never leave me, Scarlett. I couldn’t bear
“Scarlett, he would murder for you. A punch in the face is nothing.”
“You’re a shadow?” “Yup.”
“I’ve been his loyal guard dog for over a year, making sure you’re—”
“What about… me?” Jaime shakes his head. “N-nothing. It’s nothing. Forget about it, Scarlo. I’m an actor. I’m just being dramatic. Telenovela at its finest.”
“Jaime Rodrigo Dominguez, you tell me right now what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Okay, let’s go to your—” “No,”
“You tell me right here.”
“It all started when your dad died.”
When did you hire Jaime to be my friend?”
“Scarlett, it wasn’t like that—” “No! You’re not getting out of it this time! All of this is your fault,” she repeats and glares at me. “Me thinking I was going crazy. Me thinking I had started a true friendship—”
“Not protect me.” She shakes her head. “You manipulated me.” “I encouraged you.” “You owned me.” “I love you.”
“You’re not in love with me. You’re obsessed with me,” she whispers finally, although she seems much less sure of herself. “There’s a difference.”
“There might be a difference, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be both. You’ve been in theater for years, so you know. Obsession and love make the best stories.” “Or the most tragic ones.”
“She wants to be left alone, I’ll leave her alone.” But a thought crosses my mind. “But get me Jaime Dominguez. I need an explanation.”
“Looks like it,”
My breath heaves in my chest as he lifts my chin to turn my face toward the light before growling. “Who the fuck hurt you, little muse?”
In the last song, our song, I’ve added new lyrics. It’ll be then that I tell him all his hard work has already paid off.
I’m pregnant with my demon of music’s baby.
I am his muse, and he is mine. My Phantom of the French Quarter. My demon of music.
