Jamie Begley - Tainted

The car drove to the back entrance of the hotel, coming to a stop.

“Thanks,Alec.” Kaden stepped out of the limo when Alec—the head of security who Kaden had hired, rejecting the firm that R.J. usually went with—opened the door. It had caused an argument between them, but R.J. had conceded when he saw that Kaden wasn’t going to back down.

“It’s clear. The press thinks you’re across at the Prestige. It’ll take them a couple of hours to figure out where you’re at,” Alec told him, closing the car door after the others had exited.

Kaden and the rest of the group followed Alec through the empty kitchen and into the private elevator that the staff used. The elevator stopped at the top floor and everyone got off, going to the lone door.

Alec caught Kaden’s arm before he could move forward. “R.J. had several women escorted here before the show started. Rick Redman brought them then took off. Said he would be back in the morning.”

Kaden’s lips tightened. He had met Rick several years ago when he had first started out. He was known for providing call girls for those well known in the entertainment industry. He had acquaintances who had used his service repeatedly, saving themselves the hassle of the tabloid exposé’s, or—like Ax—the numerous paternity claims from their one-night stands.

He had never been tempted by any of Rick’s girls, preferring to pick women from the followers that trailed after the band.

“When did R.J. become involved with Redman?”

“This is the first tour that R.J. has used his services.” Alec’s disgusted voice left no doubt of his opinion of Redman. “He paid thirty-thousand out six months ago to keep Jesse’s wife from finding out about a weekend in the Caribbean with a nineteen-year-old.”

“I’m surprised R.J. paid to keep it quiet; he used to love the publicity.” Kaden was already able to hear the noise of the party from the outside of the hotel room. “I don’t care how many whores he hires, as long as they stay away from me,” Kaden said, going in the hotel room.

The sight that met his eyes was one he had seen many times. At least five women were seated around the room with Sin and D-mon already pouring out drinks. Ax was already talking to a pretty brunette.

His condition of no drugs had aroused arguments from the three group members, but his threat to walk had been taken seriously. Kaden didn’t doubt his ability to withstand the temptation of the drugs he had once enjoyed; he just didn’t want another reminder of how fucked up he had been.

“Which room is mine?” Kaden asked R.J., who had a woman already sitting on his lap.

He pointed toward the hallway to the left. “I had your bag put in the last one down the hall so you wouldn’t be disturbed by the noise.”

A delicate arm slid around his neck as a lush blonde leaned against him, plastering her tits against his chest.

“I can keep you company, Daddy.” One of her arms glided from his neck downwards, grasping his hip as she pushed her pussy against his dick. Kaden’s dick didn’t move behind his zipper. Her dark blue eyes were glazed and her thickened voice was incentive enough to take both of her hands into his, moving away from her touch.

“No, thanks; I’ll pass.” Even when he had reached the pinnacle of his career, he hadn’t paid for pussy.

Kaden walked down the hallway of the suite, ignoring Ax and D-mon’s yells to return. Opening the closed door, he went into the darkened room without bothering to turn on the light since the bathroom light had been left on, illuminating half of the room. He went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Getting undressed, he turned the shower on then stepped inside, letting the hot water relax his tired muscles. He let the warm spray run over his body before grabbing the soap and washing the sweat from the hot lights of the concert away, as well as the smell of the whore’s musky perfume.

Stepping out of the shower, he dried off before using the blow dryer to dry his hair. His shorter hair, which he had cut yesterday to avoid any resemblance to the wild rocker he had been five years ago, dried quickly. When it was dry enough not to wet the sheets, he left the bathroom, leaving the door ajar enough to see the path to the bed where the covers had already been turned down for the night. He wasn’t a kid anymore; he didn’t feel the adrenaline rush that came after each show. Tonight, he was tired and ready for sleep after the hectic day leading up to the concert. The concert had taken the last of his reserves. He was going to have to build himself back up to performing the long hours again.

“What the fuck?” Kaden’s feet tripped over something lying on the floor. Unable to prevent his fall, he fell across the object, half on and half off the person lying unconscious on the floor. He knew they were unconscious because they didn’t move or make a sound when he put out a hand out to find what he had fallen over. The only reason he knew they were still alive was because of the warmth of the skin he touched.

Clumsily managing to get to his feet, he bent down to lift the person onto the bed before turning on the bedside lamp. The bright light had him blinking several seconds until he could focus on the woman lying on his bed.

Muttering angrily to himself, he reached out to shake the woman’s shoulder to wake her, stopping when she opened her eyes. Kaden stared down into eyes the color of golden honey. Her face was exquisite; all fine angles and high cheekbones with a mouth meant to please. Her flame-red hair highlighted in the lamplight with a golden glow.

Kaden had dated and fucked several models during his career, the first one when he was fourteen, and while this woman wasn’t as beautiful, she had a fragile appearance as if she was one of the dolls that had sat on his niece’s shelf because she had been too afraid to play with it, afraid it would break.

Five years ago, he would have climbed into bed with this woman and spent the night banging her, but those nights were long gone.

“Get your ass up and get out.”

Sawyer blinked her eyes as she tried to clear her blurry vision. She had heard the man staring down at her, but she couldn’t make her fuzzy mind understand his words.

She opened her lips to try to ask for help, but the noise that escaped her dry mouth was a whimper.

The man’s eyes narrowed on her and his expression turned to one of disgust. Sawyer trembled in the cold room; she wanted to borough under the blankets for warmth, yet she couldn’t make her arms and legs move. She could only lie there helplessly, waiting to see what the stranger would do next.

He bent down, jerking her into a sitting position. When she started to slide back down onto the bed, he placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her still.

“Rick has really outdone himself this time. Overdid it, didn’t you?”

She saw him take a cell phone out of his pocket and punch in numbers. She tried to listen to the conversation, but the fog that was attacking her brain made her just want to close her eyes and go to sleep.

“Stay awake, dammit.” He roughly shook her shoulder, startling her into opening her eyes. “That’s it. I’ve sent for someone to take you home.”

Relief inundated her body at his words and tears flooded her eyes as she thought of Vida’s reaction when she walked through the door of the apartment they shared. Vida would take care of her; she would get her the help that she needed.

The stranger lifted her limp body to lean back against the headboard. She tried to turn her head to see where he went, but her head fell limply to the side.

She heard the water running nearby then a hand was lifting her head back upright. “What in the hell did you take?” his harsh voice asked.