It wasn’t the Jen I knew. This Jen was dressed in a black leather skirt so short it could have been mistaken for a belt. The tight red Basque that hugged her chest screamed sin and the high heeled knee length boots shouted that she wanted to be fucked good and hard. Her gorgeous wavy chestnut hair was now black, straight and sleek and her make-up harsh and tarty in contrast to the natural look she usually went for. It broke my heart and made my dick hard. Her head flung back as she laughed loudly at something Kirk, a Room 103 roadie, said to her as her hand rested on his bicep and he flexed in his flirtation with her. A growl erupted from my chest as I stalked over to them. Her dark gaze shifted to me and I gasped at the emptiness and hollowness in her eyes but it wasn’t that what shocked me; it was the wide eyes and the dilated pupils that haunted me – she was high on coke. Holy fuck, no! “What the fuck, Jen?” I hissed at her as I grabbed her arm and yanked her into a corner of the corridor as Bulk and Angel emerged with a gaggle of giggling women.
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