Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

have way too much going on to be in any sort of relationship. Besides, I’d never date a fucking musician. Fuck them? You bet your ass. Relationship? No. The last thing I'd want is a relationship with flighty rock stars who are unreliable.

Thank God for birth control and condoms, or I'd be tied to them for life.

want him to slap my ass, call me a whore, and maybe a good girl. Not a fucking Central Girl.

"We are far from fucking done," he hisses, snapping his gaze to me. "None of this is over," he gestures between us. "I'll be seeing you, River Blue West."

One day, I'll show my girl how to use those fists against everyone who decides to put their hands on her.

Fun fact, Van never got over the girl they forced him to leave. But you don’t belong to Van Drake anymore. The truth is you never did. He was a pathetic excuse of a placeholder. Naw, my sweet River Blue, you belong to me. Always have. Always fucking will,”

I’m talking my soul dick. The dick that lives deep inside of me, not literally. So, suck my aura dick, society, and leave the name-calling out of your mouth.

“Hello, boys, my name is River West, and I’m your new band manager. Congratulations,”