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realized just how bad I’d gotten until I’d met you. You bring out this insane side of me for some reason, and although I’m still trying to decipher what that is exactly, I do want you to know I didn’t mean a single word I said in there.”
              She was quiet for a moment, mulling over my apology. “You admit you kissed me back?” she asked, a small grin tugging at the side of her mouth.
              I hated to admit it, but I knew I couldn’t lie anymore. She’d know. “Yes, January. I kissed you back.”
              “I knew it,” she said, a gleam in her eye. She abruptly turned from me and walked back to the club, abandoning me to the newly discovered harsh light of the street lamp.
              “She played me,” I said under my breath, shaking my head at the ground. I smiled the widest, shit-eating grin. “She played me.” Probably wrong about that innocent part.
             

Chapter Three
    Betrayed by Bones
     
    Thomas
              A week later and I had yet remove extra space to see January since the party, which was just fine with me because the little wench had played me like a fiddle. As I was packing for Europe the next day, I heard my cell vibrate on top of my dresser. I scanned the caller ID and saw it was Jason.
    “Yo,” I said, tucking the phone between my chin and shoulder and continued to pack.
“Need you to come down to the label right now.”
    “Dude, are you kidding me?” I asked, grabbing the phone again. “I’m not exactly prepared for this trip.”
“Just get down here,” he said succinctly before hanging up.
    I pressed end and leaned against the heavy wooden dresser, studying the phone, not sure why Jason needed me but feeling on edge at how short he’d been.
    I threw on my hoodie and jacket, tucked my keys in my pocket and headed for the door. Downstairs, I hailed a taxi, worrying my lip the entire ride there. Jason was waiting on the street, smoking a cigarette when I pulled up next to him. I paid the fare and got out.
“What’s up, man?” I asked him.
    “Nothing, what’s up with you?” he said, taking a last drag before putting it out with the toe of his shoe.
I nearly punched him. “Jason, you sounded like something was up. What’s going on?”
    “Oh, nothing,” he laughed. “I’m just about to head out for the night, but I wanted to hear them deliver this news to you first. I was in a hurry.”
    “You’re an idiot.”
    “Thank you. Coming from you, that’s a slight compliment.”
    “What’s going on?” I asked.
    “Oh, you’re just about to get planted on your ass is all. Excited? I am,” he said, slapping his hands together and rubbing them together quickly.
    “Jesus, what does that even mean, Jason?” I asked as we walked briskly to the elevator.
    Inside, Jason leaned against the railing after pressing the button for the fifteenth floor. “Have fun at the party?” he asked breezily.
                  I joined him on the railing on the other side of the car. “Not really,” I answered. I eyed him in the reflection of the doors. “Why do you ask?”
              “Oh, no reason.”
Shit. He definitely knows something.
    The doors silently fell open and I followed Jason past the receptionist’s desk, long abandoned for the evening, down the long corridor to the executives’ suites, passing the large plaques of albums gone gold and platinum on the walls. I had a hand in half the bands’ successes, which is probably the only reason they put up with me as well as paid me anything decent. A well paid scout was unheard of in this industry. And I knew it. I was nervous as hell that they were about to cut me loose, not that Jason would’ve been happy about that, which is why I was only partially nervous.
    We entered the president of Seven, Peter Weathervane’s, office a moment later. His massive corner office had a cool