Four days had whizzed by quicker than I could breathe it seemed like. The boys weren't coming home until after the show, and I had enough Coke left to do maybe four more bumps. I stared at myself in the mirror, I looked thinner and more pale. I shrugged it off, in the society we lived in there was no such thing as being "too thin" and pale skin was always admirable and envied.

I looked at the time, I had about an hour to finish getting ready and head out to L.A. with Steph and Cara. We would meet the late Fuentes' at the venue and we'd get to see the boys before they went on. I felt my heart drop into my stomach knowing Mike and I hadn't spoken since our last phone conversation four almost five days prior.

I stared at the cute outfit laid on Mike's bed and turned on my hair utensils before slipping on the clothes and beginning my make-up. I felt nice dressed up and done up, and I felt even prettier upon completing my hair. I smiled and heard the tapping on the door, knowing exactly who it was.

I peeked through the peephole expecting a blond mess of hair and instead coming into vision was facial hair and enticing brown eyes. It was John? I quesitoned myself internally. I opened the door and looked at him weirdly.

"I know you've got to be nearly dry by now," He said quietly.
"How-"
"I know nearly everything about all my clients," He said sending a shiver down my spine.

His eyes traveled my body, setting my face on fire. He set down a pretty decent sized baggy of blow, looking at me expectantly. I rummaged for my pure that had my wallet with a good amount of Mike's hundreds stored neatly in it. I handed him two hundred stiffly, but he let his hand make it's way to my wrist.

He pickd up the baggy and sauntered toward the coffee table, setting up three lines and handing me the rolled dollar bill. He encouraged me, his eyes deep and dense with some foreign darkness. I inhaled the three lines like a pro and wiped my nose. I felt euphoric. I felt powerful, sexy, and ecstatic setting down the dollar bill.

John had a sly breathtakin smile on his face, he looked a few years older than Mike. Maybe around Vic's age, but he was stunning in a bad boy way. He looked like the guy my parents had always tried to warn me about, Mike never allowed us to be in the same vicinity for long. And he most definitely would've never left me alone with him, knowing John had some hypnotic way about him. He had an aura that just pulled in the vunerable, chewing them up and then spitting them out.

I felt air on my neck, I felt like a million dollars. John was blowing softly at the base of my throat, his hand placed gently on my thigh. I licked my lips unintentionally, hearing him grunt an approval. Before I could comprehend what was unfolding I felt John's hand sliding up and down my thigh, his lips grazing my throat softly.

Nothing mattered to me at that point. The show. My appearance. My reputation. Mike. Vic. Steph. Cara. Jaime. Tony. No one but Brooklyn mattered, and Brooklyn was ready for the euphoria of John's hands all over her body.

I could feel his hand creeping further up my skirt before his index finger grazed my lace underwear lightly. I was moaning loudly feeling the sensation of his finger and his teeth biting the thin skin near my collarbone.

"Your little boyfriend doesn't seem so important now," He began to massage me with two fingers instead of one.

I wanted to put a finger to his lips, silencing him, but it felt unreal having someone wanting to touch me. I felt like the richest person in the world feeling someone's hands all over my body, and I wasn't even touching him back.

"What do you want?" He whispered against my chest.
"Everything," I said blindly.

I was making mistakes I didn't care about. I didn't care about the outcome anymore. I was tired of answering to everyone. I was tired of hearing I was fucking up, always doing the right thing.

"I don't know if you could handle that," He chuckled placing my hand over his pants.

I immediately went for the button, and the zipper followed shortly. I had all of him in my mouth before I could think about my actions, and he was moaning and groaning disgustingly. Yet I felt like I couldn't be touched, I was happy and proud I could cause this oh-so-powerful man to squirm right in front of me. I was sucking ferociously, the taste of him was new and foreign, filled with excitement and adrenaline. It was slightly salty and yet had a manly aftertaste. I was thinking about it in a context so new.

It was routine with Mike. Sucking his dick was just sucking his dick after so many years. Nothing we did excited him anymore, it was just fucking. It was just oral sex after so long. But the tense feeling of John pushing my head down further on himself, feeling the tightness of him near his peak of exploding in my mouth had my mind racing.

I felt dirty in one of the most pleasurable ways. He was so close, that much was obvious. He pushed my skirt up to my hips and pulled my underwear to the side before letting his fingers roam around in my most prized and private area.

"Someone's so ready," He moaned throatily before pulling me into his lap.

He guided himself into me, taking his time trying to fit. I was dying inside, feeling this new sensation in me. I was riding someone who'd I'd never even had a full conversation with, someone who was completely forbidden to me since day 1. We were moaning and groaning before he quickened his pace, slamming into me before finally pulling out and pushing me to my knees and busting all over my face.

I felt used and disgusting, but I also felt like a winner. I felt like I hadn't done anything wrong.

Mike had let me go, he had given up on me. It was time to do what Vic told me to do, it was time for me to leave Mike. I looked at John through sticky eyelashes and it was clear he knew what I wanted.

"Clean yourself up and pack your bags," He used his boxers to wipe himself up.

I quickly washed my face and redid my make-up before throwing all of my possessions into suitcases and duffle-bags. I readjusted my skirt and moved my underwear back into place, amidst all the drugs and sex I had forgotten what I looked like.

John carried half the bags down the stairs and I took one look around the apartment before locking the door and shutting it behind me. I left my phone on Mike's nightstand, knowing that was one less thing that could tie us together.

John threw my bags into the back of his luxurious SUV before hopping in and watching me follow suit. He paused and looked at me.

"I read you like a book when you came to me last week," He threw the SUV into reverse roughly and drove toward his destination.

I had been vunerable since the day Mike had left for tour. I only wanted to go up, and going up meant Cocaine for days.