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Chapter Ten

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I was literally a groupie. I cringed at the word, but really, I was. I was touring with my favorite rappers and having amazing sex with Scrim- which I thoroughly enjoyed. Honestly, when Scrim was inside me, I didn't think about anyone but him, not even Ruby. But when Scrim and I weren't together, the only thing I could think about was Ruby. I couldn't focus on anything else.

Scrim wasn't my boyfriend. But somehow, in some way I was his. I could feel it when he fucked me, but even worse, I could feel it when he spoke to me and he looked into my eyes.

And I was fooling around with his cousin behind his back.

The three of us were all playing a game with each other, with unspoken rules, boundaries, and secrets.

I was a terrible person.

The longer I followed them on tour, the more Scrim became possessive, the more I thought about Ruby, and that realization made me start to hate myself. A strange love triangle was forming now, and I was accepting my new life completely.

What kind of person was I?

Guilt dragged me down. I was drowning in my own selfishness. While Scrim thought I was only with him, I was dominating Ruby behind locked doors. While Ruby was eagerly awaiting our next encounter, I was having sex with Scrim.

And I liked it.

I had already been in bed for an hour when Scrim came in late. I hadn't hung out with any of them all day, and I didn't even eat dinner either.

Scrim sat next to me on the bed, wearing his sweatpants and t-shirt. His dreads were in his face, sticking out in all different directions, something that always screamed sexy to me. "What is it, Zaida?"

I didn't want to tell him about Ruby yet, but I didn't want to keep all of this bottled inside. I needed to bring at least some of this out into the open. "I feel guilty, and I can't shake the feeling."

"What do you feel guilty about?" He rested one arm behind me, his warm skin touching the back of my neck.

"Us."

He looked down into my face, waiting for an explanation.

"I'm a fan that started following you to every show. Now I stay with you in your tour bus and we have sex. I know what that means, I know what I am."

"You don't needa feel guilty about that. We're attracted to each other. And I'm the one that invited you backstage the first time."

"And Ruby..."

Scrim tensed beside me, clearly irritated by the subject. "You're mine. Don't worry about his feelings for you."

"I don't want to come in between you two, I can tell you've been irritated with him lately. And it's my fault, but..."

Scrim looked away, his cheeks red and his nostrils flaring. I could feel the rage silently building inside him.

"I mean, like I was saying, I know what I am. I know why I'm here, so you can have someone to fuck while you're touring. So don't be jealous of Ruby."

He clenched his jaw and stopped himself from speaking.

I knew Scrim had become possessive of me, but I never suspected him as the jealous type. I was his groupie, his plaything. But I was never his girlfriend. I was never his lover. He had made that abundantly clear to me without actually saying the words. "Can we please talk about this?"

He climbed off the bed and stood with his back to me. "No one is forcing you to be here."

"I know. I obviously want to be here. Can we just talk about Ruby for a minute?"