Indecent (The Cage Sessions Book 1) (7 page)

Like I summoned him, there he is. Walking
across the patio area from the house, a naked painted bimbo slut
tramp whore bitch by his side. The DJ dims the lights, serving up
ominous beats to alert the crowd that their host is arrived.

Isabella and I resume our seats at our table.
I sip a new drink that appeared on the table while we were dancing.
Definitely feeling the buzz now.

Screams and applause rise from the dance
floor.

God, it's like a fucking concert.

Damien Cage just stands there, spotlight full
on him, that goddamned cocksure smirk on his face. He's wearing
black jeans with glowing designs painted on. Dark sunglasses. Black
glistening shoes. Only a leather vest on the top. Chest and
shoulder muscles on full display again.

I bite my straw.

He reaches into a pocket and takes out a
hand-held microphone. Then he just stands and surveys the
crowd.

When his eyes land on me, he lowers his
sunglasses and sticks his tongue out in a slow licking motion.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Several faces look up at me with
"Who-the-fuck-is-she?"
daggers in their eyes.

Isabella and I look at each other. She sticks
her tongue out in a licking motion and points at me.

"I'd like to welcome everyone to the party!"
says Damien into the mike. The slut tramp whore bitch by his side
grins at him, still wrapped around his arm.

The crowd goes wild.

"I'd like to kick things off with a song," he
says to more cheers. "Usually I sing one of my own but tonight I'd
like to borrow a tune from my good friends Nickelback."

Oh shit.

The patio goes silent.

Damien Cage looks down, like he's lost in a
sea of pain.

My heart skips a beat.

I fucking know what he's going to sing.

He raises the microphone like he's about to
start, but his arm drops back to his side. I see his Adam's apple
move as he swallows, like he's trying to compose himself.

Then the microphone is back up at his
mouth.

He launches into the second verse of
Far
Away
by Nickelback, but his voice quivers. The crowd roars.

As he sings, he gains strength. Little by
little, the spirit guides his voice through the obviously
meaningful words.

I feel a crescendo building within me. It
starts between my legs but I feel its tentacles reaching up into my
heart.

He sings like a slow-building fire, stoking
the musical embers ever stronger as he rounds out the verse. Groups
of girls, arms linked together, are swaying in the crowd.

Then...

He hits the chorus.

Oh my God!

I've heard Damien Cage sing so many times in
my life.

But
never
like this!

His voice leaps into the stratosphere from a
place deep inside. My heart leaps into my throat.

The crowd is singing along with him now,
happy smiling faces mouthing the lyrics everybody knows.

But he's in some sort of wild fervor, firing
out the lyrics like it's his final performance. Whatever this song
means to him, it's ripping his heart out. I swear I can see pieces
of his soul cascading out in streams, washing over the rapt
guests.

A tear forms in my eye and rolls down my
cheek.

He finishes the chorus, spent. His hand falls
to his side. His head hangs down.

It lasted less than a minute, but in that
short time he reached into my heart... and likely every other
girl's... splitting it in two with his raw emotion.

The outdoor makeshift club erupts in
applause.

Isabella looks at me in awe, both of us
clapping our hands. My eyes are full of tears.

"Have a great time everyone," Damien says
into the mike as he disappears with his bimbo tramp whore slut and
the drumbeat of sexy rhythmic music kicks up again.

All I can think of in that moment is a
decision I made while he sang that song.

I'll accept the offer to write his book.

I need to know what's behind Damien Cage.
There's something in there that nobody knows. I need to learn his
pain.

If I save him from his pain, maybe he can
save me from mine. I'll do whatever he wants.

I've moved beyond teenage infatuation.

I'm a grown woman.

And I'm fairly certain I love that man.

END

*****

Watch for
Depraved: The Cage Sessions Book
2
, coming soon from Skylar Cross.

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