Jamie Begley - Tainted

“Did you get the pictures I sent?” Grace asked.

“Not yet, my mail hasn’t caught up with me,” Kaden answered as he made four small lines of coke with his platinum card.

“Oh.” Disappointment filled his sister’s voice. “That’s okay; I have more of them trick or treating. They looked so cute.I dressed them up as—”

Kaden laid the phone down, doing two lines before picking his cell phone back up.

“—Adam made himself sick eating too much candy, of course.”

Kaden could tell this was going to go on for a while. “Grace, R.J. is calling on another line, I have to go. Tell Mom, I said hi.”

“But don’t you want to talk to her?”

“Next time; I have to go.” Kaden disconnected the call, already bending over to do the remaining two lines of white powder.

Kaden’s fingers moved over the guitar as the conversation played in his mind, bringing the end to the concert that had filled the arena to capacity. With a wave, he exited the stage as each of the band members followed his cue.

“Kaden, that was great! I thought you would have trouble learning all the new material, but you didn’t miss a fucking note.” D-mon slapped him on the back as they waited in the VIP room for their car to be brought to the back exit. They had a two-day layover in San Antonio before they would leave for their next gig, so they were staying at a hotel tonight.

R.J. stuck his head in the door. “The car is here.”

Four security guards were waiting outside the door as they exited the arena. The huge crowd waiting outside screamed their names when they saw the band.

“Kaden!” a young blonde girl that barely looked legal, pulled her top down, exposing her breasts. He kept on walking.

Ax tried to make his way to the woman, but R.J. held him back. “I already have entertainment for you back at the hotel. Get in the car, Ax.”

“You’re taking all the fun out of getting laid.” Kaden heard Ax complain as he slid into the car next to him.

“I’m trying to save you another DNA test for child support,” R.J. snapped, closing the door.

Kaden ignored the conversation as the car pulled out into the heavy traffic, leaving the arena. The drive back to the hotel took fifteen minutes in the car with the others hyped up from the show.

“It’s good to have you back.”

Kaden looked across the seat at Sin. “You’re still the master with the drums, Sin.”

Sin stared back at him with a reserved smile. He could be the most laid back of the band members or the wildest, depending on the mood he was in and what he was doing. Alcohol made him everyone’s best buddy; drugs made him a mean son of a bitch, wanting to fight everyone he came into contact with. Kaden thought both sides of him were an asshole, and he had the least to do with him, compared to the other band members.

The car drove to the back entrance of the hotel, coming to a stop.

“Thanks,Alec.” Kaden stepped out of the limo when Alec—the head of security who Kaden had hired, rejecting the firm that R.J. usually went with—opened the door. It had caused an argument between them, but R.J. had conceded when he saw that Kaden wasn’t going to back down.

“It’s clear. The press thinks you’re across at the Prestige. It’ll take them a couple of hours to figure out where you’re at,” Alec told him, closing the car door after the others had exited.

Kaden and the rest of the group followed Alec through the empty kitchen and into the private elevator that the staff used. The elevator stopped at the top floor and everyone got off, going to the lone door.

Alec caught Kaden’s arm before he could move forward. “R.J. had several women escorted here before the show started. Rick Redman brought them then took off. Said he would be back in the morning.”

Kaden’s lips tightened. He had met Rick several years ago when he had first started out. He was known for providing call girls for those well known in the entertainment industry. He had acquaintances who had used his service repeatedly, saving themselves the hassle of the tabloid exposé’s, or—like Ax—the numerous paternity claims from their one-night stands.

He had never been tempted by any of Rick’s girls, preferring to pick women from the followers that trailed after the band.

“When did R.J. become involved with Redman?”

“This is the first tour that R.J. has used his services.” Alec’s disgusted voice left no doubt of his opinion of Redman. “He paid thirty-thousand out six months ago to keep Jesse’s wife from finding out about a weekend in the Caribbean with a nineteen-year-old.”

“I’m surprised R.J. paid to keep it quiet; he used to love the publicity.” Kaden was already able to hear the noise of the party from the outside of the hotel room. “I don’t care how many whores he hires, as long as they stay away from me,” Kaden said, going in the hotel room.

The sight that met his eyes was one he had seen many times. At least five women were seated around the room with Sin and D-mon already pouring out drinks. Ax was already talking to a pretty brunette.

His condition of no drugs had aroused arguments from the three group members, but his threat to walk had been taken seriously. Kaden didn’t doubt his ability to withstand the temptation of the drugs he had once enjoyed; he just didn’t want another reminder of how fucked up he had been.

“Which room is mine?” Kaden asked R.J., who had a woman already sitting on his lap.

He pointed toward the hallway to the left. “I had your bag put in the last one down the hall so you wouldn’t be disturbed by the noise.”

A delicate arm slid around his neck as a lush blonde leaned against him, plastering her tits against his chest.

“I can keep you company, Daddy.” One of her arms glided from his neck downwards, grasping his hip as she pushed her pussy against his dick. Kaden’s dick didn’t move behind his zipper. Her dark blue eyes were glazed and her thickened voice was incentive enough to take both of her hands into his, moving away from her touch.

“No, thanks; I’ll pass.” Even when he had reached the pinnacle of his career, he hadn’t paid for pussy.

Kaden walked down the hallway of the suite, ignoring Ax and D-mon’s yells to return. Opening the closed door, he went into the darkened room without bothering to turn on the light since the bathroom light had been left on, illuminating half of the room. He went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Getting undressed, he turned the shower on then stepped inside, letting the hot water relax his tired muscles. He let the warm spray run over his body before grabbing the soap and washing the sweat from the hot lights of the concert away, as well as the smell of the whore’s musky perfume.

Stepping out of the shower, he dried off before using the blow dryer to dry his hair. His shorter hair, which he had cut yesterday to avoid any resemblance to the wild rocker he had been five years ago, dried quickly. When it was dry enough not to wet the sheets, he left the bathroom, leaving the door ajar enough to see the path to the bed where the covers had already been turned down for the night. He wasn’t a kid anymore; he didn’t feel the adrenaline rush that came after each show. Tonight, he was tired and ready for sleep after the hectic day leading up to the concert. The concert had taken the last of his reserves. He was going to have to build himself back up to performing the long hours again.

“What the fuck?” Kaden’s feet tripped over something lying on the floor. Unable to prevent his fall, he fell across the object, half on and half off the person lying unconscious on the floor. He knew they were unconscious because they didn’t move or make a sound when he put out a hand out to find what he had fallen over. The only reason he knew they were still alive was because of the warmth of the skin he touched.

Clumsily managing to get to his feet, he bent down to lift the person onto the bed before turning on the bedside lamp. The bright light had him blinking several seconds until he could focus on the woman lying on his bed.

Muttering angrily to himself, he reached out to shake the woman’s shoulder to wake her, stopping when she opened her eyes. Kaden stared down into eyes the color of golden honey. Her face was exquisite; all fine angles and high cheekbones with a mouth meant to please. Her flame-red hair highlighted in the lamplight with a golden glow.

Kaden had dated and fucked several models during his career, the first one when he was fourteen, and while this woman wasn’t as beautiful, she had a fragile appearance as if she was one of the dolls that had sat on his niece’s shelf because she had been too afraid to play with it, afraid it would break.

Five years ago, he would have climbed into bed with this woman and spent the night banging her, but those nights were long gone.

“Get your ass up and get out.”

Sawyer blinked her eyes as she tried to clear her blurry vision. She had heard the man staring down at her, but she couldn’t make her fuzzy mind understand his words.

She opened her lips to try to ask for help, but the noise that escaped her dry mouth was a whimper.

The man’s eyes narrowed on her and his expression turned to one of disgust. Sawyer trembled in the cold room; she wanted to borough under the blankets for warmth, yet she couldn’t make her arms and legs move. She could only lie there helplessly, waiting to see what the stranger would do next.

He bent down, jerking her into a sitting position. When she started to slide back down onto the bed, he placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her still.

“Rick has really outdone himself this time. Overdid it, didn’t you?”

She saw him take a cell phone out of his pocket and punch in numbers. She tried to listen to the conversation, but the fog that was attacking her brain made her just want to close her eyes and go to sleep.

“Stay awake, dammit.” He roughly shook her shoulder, startling her into opening her eyes. “That’s it. I’ve sent for someone to take you home.”

Relief inundated her body at his words and tears flooded her eyes as she thought of Vida’s reaction when she walked through the door of the apartment they shared. Vida would take care of her; she would get her the help that she needed.

The stranger lifted her limp body to lean back against the headboard. She tried to turn her head to see where he went, but her head fell limply to the side.

She heard the water running nearby then a hand was lifting her head back upright. “What in the hell did you take?” his harsh voice asked.

Sawyer was unable to answer him as a glass was placed against her lips. She greedily drank the cold water, feeling the soothing relief as it went down her burning throat. She didn’t remember the last time they had given her more to drink than a sip of water.

“Slow down; you’re going to make yourself sick.” Sawyer tried to slow down, but she was afraid he would take it away before she was finished; however, he took it away when she didn’t slow down anyway. She heard him set it on the nightstand.

She was about to beg for it back when she heard a knock on the door. He rose from sitting on the side of the bed, opening it to a man dressed in dark jeans and a black leather jacket.

“What’s going on, Kaden?” the man questioned.

“Alec, she’s messed up pretty bad. I found her when I came in here to go to bed.”

The blond man moved to the side of the bed. She tried to look up at him, but fell sideways, her head almost banging against the nightstand. The man who had given her the water managed to catch her just before impact, lifting her back against the bed.

“I thought she looked out of it when Redman dropped her off, but two other women were beside her, talking to her. Kaden, I’m sorry. I should have followed my instincts and told them to go, but Redman was adamant that R.J. wanted them here when the band finished the concert.”

“It’s not your fault, Alec. It’s R.J.’s. Redman is trouble, but he gives his clients pussy without the hassle.” His disgusted voice disturbed Sawyer as she tried to understand what the two men were talking about.

“What do you want me to do with her?” The one named Alec looked at the man who had said he was going to take her home. “Want me to take her into the other room?”

Sawyer managed to shake her head, groaning when the movement sent shards of pain through her skull.