“Who's it gonna be tonight, Sloan?” Ricky yelled across the table, gesturing towards the hordes of groupies that had scored themselves entry into our area.

I shrugged – well past bored with the scene in front of me. They were the same type of girls that followed me around everywhere. They might not have been the same women every night – but they were all after the same thing.

Sure, I’d had my fair share of women, but I wasn’t interested in these ones anymore… they presented no challenge whatsoever. It wasn’t like I wanted or needed to chase women, but these ones came a little too easy for my liking. It didn’t stop them from throwing themselves at me whenever the opportunity presented itself though.

These girls, they already knew the answer, but for some reason, they continued to ask the question.

Ricky shook his head at me like I’d lost my mind and went back to the busty brunette that had perched herself on his lap. Guys like him never got tired of banging groupies; ‘the more the merrier’ was like the motto of his life.

I glanced around again and thought about getting the hell out of here.

Same shit, different day.

“Try not to yawn, you’ll damage our rep,” Jasper deadpanned as he nudged me in the ribs.

I shot him a look.

Hypocrite.

He looked nearly as mind-numbingly bored as I was.

I frowned and took another shot from the table in front of me.

“Wanna get some air?” He tilted his head towards the main bar and dance floor.

I tossed the amber liquid down my throat and smirked as the burn moved through my body. I lifted my chin in agreement – ‘get some air’ was code for chase some tail.

 

 

“We’re good,” I called to Sammy, my head of security, as we passed him.

I could tell he didn’t agree with my assessment in the slightest, but he chose to only nod in response and remain where he was.

I knew as well as he did, that we couldn’t stay down here long – the vultures would swoop as soon as they got wind of me mingling without security.

I never needed long anyway.

A tingle of excitement ran down my spine. There was just something about pulling some random girl out of the crowd and making her mine for the night. In my experience those girls were always so excited, so willing. I gave them my all too, but only for the night.

They knew the score, I made sure of that. It was just sex – mind-blowing sex most of the time, but that was it. No sleepovers, no feelings, no repeats.

There had only ever been a handful of woman that I’d trusted to have more than one roll in the hay with, but not for years, not since the media circus had stepped up its game.

My life wasn’t my own anymore – it was splashed on every tabloid for the world to see. I didn’t care what they captured, I had nothing to hide and no one to protect. That thought caused a familiar pang of sadness to shoot through me.

The fact that I had no one to share my life with was something that had been beginning to bug me; it was there, nibbling away at the edge of my subconscious. I’d found myself starting to watch couples… families… and feeling like I was missing out on something. But that was the way it went – nobody could have it all in this world, and the life I lived left no room for that kind of commitment.

“Where to?” Jasper asked, pulling me out of my own head.

I scanned the room, flicking from face to face.

Too much makeup… too fake… too drunk…

Jesus, she may as well be naked…

I paused briefly on a black-haired girl, but moved on just as quickly. She was looking right at me and I had a feeling her and her friend were talking about me like I was some kind of tasty snack.

Hell no…

My eyes landed on a petite, red-haired girl, sitting alone at the bar. Her skin looked like porcelain, and her eyes were wide as she gazed over towards the door.

Her.

“There.” I pointed her out to Jasper.

His eyes followed my direction. “The red-head?” he asked, surprise colouring his voice.

I watched her cross one of her sexy, creamy legs over the other as she turned back around to face the bar.

“Yeah.” I nodded, my voice inexplicably gruff. “Her.”

“Well alright,” Jasper replied lazily.

I raised an eyebrow at him in question, but he just smirked and said nothing.

I knew it was popular belief that I was only interested in blondes, I guess the fact that they made up about eighty-five percent of the women I’d ever been photographed with only fuelled that rumour. Truth was, I didn’t really have a preference – a beautiful woman was a beautiful woman, regardless of her hair colour.

I glanced at her again and it was as though something was telling me to hurry up and get hold of her. It felt like I was being sucked in.

Like gravity.

There was something special about that girl.

I’m damn well gonna find out what it is.