CHAPTER 84

AIDEN

I packed the guitar into the case and carried it out to the bus. Another city done. Next stop: Atlanta, Georgia. Where the girls were hot and the sexy was hotter.

With any luck, I’ll find a chick to fuck Elena out of my system.

For real, this girl has been our assistant for six days and I was going stir-fry motherfucking crazy.

I could see her now, standing in the lobby of the hotel, a notepad and pen in her hands, laughing and smiling with everyone. Despite her initial shyness, she was fitting right in. Everyone seemed to love her.

She was gorgeous, she was quiet, and she was sweet.

She was a fucking walking dream, if you like that shit.

She was soft and gentle—even down to her laugh. I swear to God that when she laughed, the clouds part, like something out of the Bible, and every giggle was accompanied by an angel singing.

Shame about the shadows in her eyes whenever I asked her why she was here. It was the ex—of that I was damn well sure. She clammed up when I asked about him