ON WITH THE SHOW

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PRENTER'S POV

- So it's official

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- So it's official. You're unemployed. My poor little thing.

Cheryl rolled a lock of her messy hair up with her pencil and stared at the marks on my face with curiosity. I narrowed my eyes.

- Did you have fun while she was hitting you?

- I found what I was looking for. Making her lose her control. It's just her rage is out of this world. I thought she was really gonna kill me.

- Uh, sexy.

- Is that all you come up with, you freaky?

- Since my self-defeating relationship with Tracy I've only spent time with men to get over her. But I wouldn't mind go on exploring my lesbian side with that redhead beauty.

- I don't feel like hearing about your sexual fantasies with that monster. Now I'm worried about other things.

- You won't starve to death. Mr. Mercury will have to pay you a large amount per year of service. I will provide you my own lawyer. Her bill is not very exorbitant.

- I can't demand anything. Since Reid dissociated from them, I've worked without a contract.

- All these years without a contract? Which kind of asshole are you?

- An asshole in love, I guess.

- Oh, Prenter. You haven't been cautious. You forgot you served under a rock star. They use to be changeable and deeply vengeful.

- Freddie is not like that. We were great friends.

- And you even defend him.

- I will get back to work as though nothing happened. I still can't come to terms with it, not belonging his daily life. No way.

- Well, just do it. He threw you out of the tour. He made you take a 16 hour flight. What does redhead bodyguard have to get what nobody before got? What she got between her legs must look like a theme park.

She licked her lips and I refrained my anger just thinking of the redhead's spread legs over Freddie's mouth. I really wanted to puke. I couldn't help it.

- What do we know about Elideth? -I asked her to forget about that disturbing image that my mind had made up unconsciously.

- Absolutely nothing. She hasn't showed up and less giving a statement about this.

- I can't believe it. This is the funny touch for her. Her best friend shagging her husband and the whole fucking Great Britain talking about it. And doesn't she give a damn?

- It's amazing but I do think that Elideth has learnt a lot all these years working hand-to-hand with the press. She won't do what people expect her to do. Perhaps she will keep a low profile.

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