Wednesday 13 February 2008

Chapter 3

Oh my fuckin good god! I’ve got to be in a nightmare! I can’t be awake. Richie Sambora can’t be outside my door, and me looking like a reject from the nuthouse!

She looked in the mirror again and groaned loudly. Then jumped six foot into the air as the bell rang again, and carried on going. Well frak looks like he wasn’t giving up and going away.

Swearing up one side and down the other that she’d have David’s balls for earrings she ripped the band out of her hair, and reached for the door again.

Opening it she smiled coolly, ‘Sorry the door slipped.’ Trying to look innocent, it didn’t work.

‘Yeah, that was one hell of a slip darlin.’ Richie realised she’d taken her hair down, damn straight to his libido!

The phone rang, Emma nearly jumped out of the skin.

‘Excuse me I need to answer that.’ She turned leaving him on the doorstep. But this time the door was open, and Richie took advantage of it to watch her hips sway as she went to grab the phone.

‘Hello?’

‘Why the fuck did you slam the door in his face shorty?’ The pissed voice of David demanded she could hear groans in the background.

She whirled and walked to the door, Richie still stood there flowers and champagne in hand looking totally confused. She pushed him to one side, ‘Where the fuck are you? What the hell are you playing at?’ There was steam coming out of her ears. Richie had no idea what was going on, but damn she was gorgeous when riled. ‘David Bryan Rashbaum, you and your friends show yourself right now Mr!’

On the other end of the phone she could hear someone, ‘Fuck it Dave why the hell did you ring her!! She’s so pissed now she’s gone to mom speak! Fuck you moron!’ It sounded like Jon, but she wasn’t sure.

‘Huh darlin, what’s going on?’ Richie tentatively asked.

‘Now Rashbaum! Oh come on you’ve got to be in on this asinine joke!’ She whipped her head about, hair flying, damn she was so freaking pissed at David. She snapped the off button of the phone and folded her arms, foot tapping.

‘What joke?? Darlin do you seriously think at my age, I’d turn up on your doorstep; not knowing you from Eve, to pull a joke on you?? I thought David was back at Jon’s. You’re telling me their here somewhere watchin? Bastards!’ Richie could feel his temper starting to boil. They’d done it, they’d set him up to watch him wipe out. FUCK!

They both turned at the sound of car doors shutting, and someone bitching at someone else. There walking from several cars up came David, Jon and Tico, heads down, tail between their legs walk.

Emma turned away and quickly smirked and composed herself. Looking up at Richie she saw him do the same. God you could drown in the sea of chocolate that were his eyes. ‘Well, how pissed are we going to be at them?’ She grinned looking back at the slow procession of men shoving and pushing each other up her driveway.

Richie smiled down at her, got she was cute. ‘Well I think they should suffer a fair bit, emotional distress it’s caused to both of us.’ He grinned evilly.

Both refolding their arms over their chests, they waited with a straight set face. ‘Ladies first honey.’ He tossed out just as the guys reached the steps.

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