She can’t.
I gesture to the phone she’s holding. “Attempt to fuck me over again and I’ll send you back to that strip club so fast your pretty head will spin.” I can practically see smoke coming out of her ears as I sweep my thumb along her parted lips. “And stay away from George.”
Her eyes narrow. “You don’t scare me, Phoenix.”
I palm her cheek. “That may be true, but we both know the hand you’re threatening to play isn’t a strong one.”
She can’t prove shit. Ergo it’s her word against mine.
And I have millions of fans around the world who’d unquestionably believe she’s nothing more than a high school stalker trying to get her five minutes of fame.
“Fuck you,” she grits through her teeth. “You should be down on your knees apologizing and begging for my forgiveness.”
That’s quite the little fantasy she has.
“I’ll get on my knees for you.” I flash her a smug smirk. “But it won’t be to apologize or beg.”
Disgust fills her expression. “You’re an—”
“I need to talk to you, Phoenix,” Skylar interjects.
“Knock next time,” I bark.
Skylar’s eyes go big and remorse hits me like a brick to the head.
I already killed her fiancé, there’s no need to be a dick to her on top of it.
“Have fun with your groupie,” Lennon mutters under her breath as Skylar disappears.
Biting my lip ring, I rake my gaze over every inch of that curvy body. “I plan on it.”
Lennon came here to start a war…
She’s got one.
CHAPTER 35
LENNON
Evidently, the girl who interrupted our conversation isn’t a groupie, because when I walk out to the kitchen, I see her talking to Phoenix instead of screwing him.
Or rather, trying to, because he won’t even look at her.
Upon noticing me enter, he promptly gets up.
The pretty blonde twists around in her seat as he stalks away. “Come on, Phoenix. We need to figure something out.”
Ignoring her, he grabs a bottle of Jack off the counter and brushes past me.
My curiosity comes to a peak and I blurt, “Who are you?”
It’s probably none of my business—but seeing as she not only claimed the last bunk, she was attempting to have a serious discussion with Phoenix—it’s obvious the girl is more than a hookup.
“I’m Skylar…the new publicist,” she says, and I detect a hint of the same Southern accent Memphis has.
Her presence explains a lot now. “Oh.”
“You must be Lennon.”
“Yeah.”
Giving me a warm smile, she waves me over. “Since we’re the only females staying on this bus, we should get to know one another.”
Thanks to Sabrina and the rest of her cohorts torturing me throughout high school, I’m typically wary of girls who look like her.
However, she seems genuine and judging her for being beautiful and thin is no better than the way those girls judged me for not being either of those things.
I take a seat at the table. “How long have you been working for Sharp Objects?”
She draws in a deep breath before she answers. “A little over four years.”
That’s…strange. “I thought you said you were new?”
“The new publicist.” Reaching for her water bottle, she takes a small sip. “I was a merch girl before that.”
“Congrats on the promotion.”
“Thanks.” Her cheerful expression falters, and she looks down at the table. “I was only hired because I was Josh’s fiancée.”
My stomach twists with regret and sadness. I feel like a monster for congratulating her now.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Can we not?” she whispers, her voice shaking. “I appreciate your condolences, but being the grieving widow is…”
My chest aches because I can’t imagine how awful all this must be for her.
“Draining?”
“Yeah.” She clutches the large diamond ring hanging from the thin gold chain around her neck. “When Josh was alive, people only interacted with me because I was his fiancée…and now they only do it because they feel bad.” Her eyes find mine again. “It would be nice to have a real friend that actually likes me for me, you know?”
I nod.
“Anyway,” she says, changing the subject. “I’ve always wanted to be a publicist, so I’m grateful for the opportunity.”