Read Toxic (Addiction #1) for Free Online

was so wretched he thought one of his bandmates took a shit in his mouth when he was sleeping.  
    When he took his morning piss, he noticed that Quinn must have had a little fun with her make-up because his eyes were looking rather dainty and the shade of lipstick that was not so delicately placed on his lips was completely the wrong shade and not flattering one bit. He washed his face before he headed downstairs so he didn’t get ragged on too much.  
    The guys and Quinn were sitting around the table, drinking coffee and eating a box of donuts when Rook entered the kitchen. They were all showered and dressed…fucking go-getters.
    “Ah, the princess has arrived,” said Landon.  
    Rook flipped off his friend, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the end of the table. His friends were looking way too chipper for Rook’s liking. Something must be brewing because he didn’t like the looks on all their faces.  
    “What?” Rook asked, while they all stared at him.  
    “Do you want to tell him?” Cruz said to Grey.
    “Sure.” Grey looked at Rook and said, “Our tour troubles have been solved. Talked to the label last night; they’re excited about Twisted Perfection. All they need to do is hear them in the studio and then we can start moving forward…”
    Rook held up his hand. “Who the hell is Twisted Perfection?”  
    “Seriously?” asked Cruz. “Dude, are you really that hung over? Do you not remember the band last night, the hot blondes and the drummer?”
    Fuck, that wasn’t a dream, Rook thought.  
    “You mean to tell me you’re talking about touring with the typical blonde hipster with eyes that should legally not be that big, the douchebag drummer and that girl who I can only assume is Adolph Titler? Fuck no!”
    Rook grabbed a donut and shoved it in his mouth to help his stomach from rolling around. He had way too much alcohol last night and he knew why. It was the typical blonde hipster, whose eyes wouldn’t escape his damn mind.  
    Twisted Perfection was good; they were really good. He couldn’t deny the fact that they took one of Rook’s all-time favorite songs and made it a hundred times better. Their harmonization was spot-on and their instrumentals were hypnotizing. Rook sat back last night, drank his life away and was enthralled by the sound of Twisted Perfection, mainly the edgy angel’s voice.  
    Rook couldn’t shake the blonde beauty with big brown eyes out of his head. She haunted him all last night and he had no clue why. He had been with women who sported larger breasts, more curves and normal-sized eyes, but for some odd reason, she was getting to him. Rook chalked it up to the sound of her sweet, yet edgy voice and the way her fingers glided across her worn out acoustic guitar. She was mesmerizing…that’s all he could think to say and he knew that if Twisted Perfection went on tour with them he would be fucked. There wasn’t a whore’s chance in hell that he would be able to stay away from her.  
    “They were really good. You were so pissed last night that you couldn’t tell the difference between a decent guitar rift and Chewbacca’s cry for help,” said Landon.
    Rook pointed at himself. “I’m the one having trouble deciphering good music? Ok…I could eat alphabet soup and shit out better lyrics than them. We can find a much better band to go on tour with us and not just settle for a group who sounds worse than a fat man’s wet fart.”  
    Rook didn’t believe a word he was saying, but hell if he wasn’t going to put up a fight. He didn’t need to get wrapped up in a woman, especially one that he already couldn’t stop thinking about.
    He could tell that he was pissing his bandmates off because they were all fuming in their seats, but Rook could give two shits. He needed to protect himself and if that meant lying out of his ass until the cows came home, he would.  
    Grey stepped up and stopped Rook from any more insults. “Until you get your shit