Sinful Serenade

Chapter 3

Kenneth

Exhaustion washes over me as I conclude my interactions with fans for the night. I retreat to my hotel room, winding down with a hot shower before settling down to work on a new song in my notebook.

Typically, I end the night by filling some girls throat with my c**k, but tonight I'm not in the mood. Sipping my scotch, I hold my pencil between my teeth while strumming my guitar. My fingers dance over the strings as I search for melodies.

My mind feels empty, like a hollow voice echoing through my soul. Then, the girl from backstage earlier flashes into my thoughts: her deer-like brown eyes, the wild yet graceful way her long, curly brown hair tumbles down her back and frames her face like a halo. She wore a black shirt with long sleeves and and a purple skirt, exuding a scent of cocoa butter that vividly lingers in my memory.

I was drawn to her intense gaze in the VIP section, as if she was deciphering the lyrics of the song with a mix of intrigue and horror. Inviting her backstage, I was eager to meet the girl who had ensnared the attention of the demons in my head. Then, as if to tempt me further, she cut her finger...her blood spilled like a dark elixir, so bewitchingly sweet.

My little trouble. I'll have to find a way to see her again.

With her on my mind, the words begin to flow like a faucet, "Without you, it's hell on earth. In this void, love turns perverse. I'll scream, I'll fight, I'll bleed. For your love to break this curse."

I quickly jot down the verse before Gage and Nolan barge into my hotel room, courtesy of a key card Julio likely gave them. I swear, one of these days I'm going to snap and hurt that motherfucker.

With a sigh, I carefully place my guitar back into its case on the bed, closing it before turning my attention to my bandmates.

"We f*****g killed it tonight," Gage announces with a grin. "Julio's given us a two-night stay here before our Richmond gig. Plenty of time to sample the local scene."

"f**k yeah!" Nolan says eagerly. "You in, Kenny?"

My eyes flicker to my foster brother, a constant in my life since I was five years old. "I'm not interested," I deadpan.

Nolan's green eyes widen. "Huh? You feeling alright, bro?" he asks, genuine concern lacing his tone.

Gage slaps Nolan on the back. "He must've gotten his fill earlier. I guess that girl's head game was A1, huh?"

I snort. "Something like that."

Nothing like that.

"Oh, by the way, Will wanted me to give you this." Gage hands me a scrap of paper with the email address I requested. "What's this for?"

I give him a murderous look that says, "mind your own damn business."

He chuckles, lifting his hands in surrender. "Someone's in a bad mood tonight. Julio getting on your case again?"

"When isn't he?" I retort bitterly. "I swear, sometimes I think he's trying to play my dad or some shit."

My real dad is where he belongs, locked up in prison, destined for hell.

"He's just...trying to look out for you, Kenny," Nolan says, his tone tentative. "You've been in a dark place for a long time and lately it seems to be getting worse. We're all starting to worry."

"Well, don't be," I snap, "I'm fine."

I don't know why he's acting like this is something new, It's not like I haven't always been f****d up in the head; that there hasn't always been a hole in my chest where my heart should be.

I had a dark childhood, dropped out of high school my junior year, and formed a band at seventeen. Since then, It's been a life on the road, city to city. But I don't mind it. It's not like I have anyone waiting at home for me anyway. Nolan is the closest thing to family I have, and he's been by my side since we started the band together.

"You'd talk to me if something was up though, right?" Nolan asks, his eyes turning into slits.

"Of course he would, " Gage chimes in, gathering his long dreadlocks in the room's mirror and typing them into a ponytail. It's his pre-hookup ritual, as if being a black guy in a metal band isn't already enough to get him any ass he wants. "He knows we're got his back. Now, let's give this man some space and go find us some entertainment for the night."

Nolan hums in agreement, and they head towards the door. Just as they're about to leave, Nolan glances back at me. "Oh, one last thing, don't shoot the messenger, but Julio said to leave that fan alone that you assaulted earlier. I didn't know what the f**k he was talking about, but I promised I'd relay the message."

I give him a tight smile along with my middle finger. "Well this is my response to that."

If Julio knows what's good for him, he'll leave me the f**k alone for a while. Manager or not, there's a limit to how much I'll tolerate before I lose it and do something I'll regret.

Well, probably regret.

As the door clicks shut, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts once more, I waste no time retrieving my laptop. There's an urgency in my movements as I log into my fake f*******: account, my fingers typing out the name: Danielle Simmons.

It should be easy enough to find her since she put her full name in her email. Once I add 'Virginia Beach, Virginia', to the query, her profile picture pops right up with her standing in front of her school wearing a nursing outfit while clutching a stack of textbooks.

Interesting.

Who is she trying to fool that she's just some innocent school girl. Herself, or perhaps someone else?

Hmm, and her account is private.

But that's not a problem at all.

She's attends Virginia Beach College. I'll just add a bunch of students that currently go there and hopefully, she'll just assume I'm also a student. The campus is pretty large anyway, it would be impossible for her to know everyone there. She'll just believe we haven't crossed paths yet, but accept my friend request anyway.

The acceptances flood in quickly, most of them from horny college girls who would eagerly let me do anything to them, of course until I mention the blood play.

That's when they'll decide that I'm too f****d up for their taste.

After ensuring that my account appears legitimate enough, I finally send Danielle a friend request. I wait patiently for a response, but minutes tick by without a change.

The muscle in my jaw twitches with frustration. "Come on, little trouble. Accept my friend request so I can punish you later for being careless online."

The thought excites me. I crave to unravel every detail about her, to possess her completely. And I know she's equally intrigued by me.

Our souls connected today. When I tasted her blood, there was the initial shock and fear on her face, but beneath that, I could see it as clear as day.

She enjoyed it.

Now, I'm driven to uncover just how dark her soul is beneath the innocent facade.

She just has to let me in.

And once she does, she'll be mine entirely.