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Chapter 05

Quick Author's Note:

the music for this chapter, as mentioned above, is called "f**ck me up", by highly suspect, and I strongly recommend you listen to it while reading, especially in the beginning.

The music starts with a few drum beats that are quickly accompanied by guitar drifts and TJ's voice as he starts singing, his deep voice echoing in the room, the lyrics immediately making my heart skip a beat.

Woman, I can see your ring
It ain't too hard to tell that it don't mean a thing

Before I can even comprehend what I'm listening to, TJ turns his attention to me, zeroing his eyes on mine and smirking while he sings the next verse:

You better be careful what you're asking for
I got a loaded gun and I've used it before

He let go of the guitar for half a second, grabbing his dick over the clothes as he mouths the words loaded gun. My stomach clenches so hard I think it's going to detach from my body and fall through my ass, and I'm almost afraid of hearing the next part of the song. Which, of course, doesn't stop TJ from singing, now openly smirking with his eyes still on mine.

I said now, hey, little mama, let me give you a ride
I need another reason to feel that inside
Don't ask me for my name, it's not a part of the plan
All you gotta know is I'm a dangerous man

My chin falls slack open, and I can only attribute it to a miracle as I manage to look away from TJ on the stage and look up and over my shoulder, straight to the V.I.P cabin I just saw Harry standing on, but surprise, it's empty now.

I turn my attention back to the stage, my heart slamming against the back of my throat as the song reaches for its chorus.

Fuck me up, fuck me up good
Fuck me up, fuck me up good

TJ keeps eyeing me, but now at least he's not looking only at me, but the whole crowd. Everybody seems to be having a great time, shouting the lyrics along with him, this song is clearly a very well-liked one on their repertory. It is an upbeat rock and roll that makes it impossible to stay still, which only makes it ten times more awkward that I'm bolted down to the floor as if my shoes have been cemented to it.

Hey, little girl, I know you know how to move
You're dropping it down like you got something to prove

As TJ sings the next part, he glues his eyes on me again, and then looks at some point right behind me, smirking even more. I have this crazy sensation that there's some kind of inside joke I'm not getting, which doesn't even make sense because the lyrics are right on point, it's not like whoever wrote it wanted to make some mystery about its meaning. No, not whoever. TJ made it pretty clear about who was the poet behind the lyrics.

I must be imagining things, there's no way this is actually happening. Maybe I'm just being too self-centered to even imagine this song has anything to do with me. The fact H was the one who wrote it and apparently asked them to play it tonight, doesn't mean anything. It is all a big, fat coincidence.

"Have you lost your moves, love?" The raspy voice whispers straight into my ear, and I swear to God I jump so high from the ground, you could actively see the soul leaving my body, no doubt in that.

I don't need to look over my shoulder to know exactly who it is. Even in the middle of this crowded pit, with so many people surrounding us, the wooden oak mixed with the sweet vanilla scent of his cologne is still unmistakable. It is the same fragrance he used to wear all those years ago.