Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Who was The Violet Dame?
Over the next week, The Vixens and I were followed everywhere. Photos were taken and posted online. Every tabloid had us splurged in their top five pages. Slowly, we leaked information. Eventually, people understood I was The Vixens’ manager and when noted in the tabloids, they affectionately referred to me as Miss Violet.
Suddenly, I was put under a microscope and, naturally, speculation occurred as to how The Vixens and I met. Unfortunately for everyone on the World Wide Web, no one had answers. But what Amber had set out to do was done.
I became a household name in a matter of days.
Everyone was talking about The Violet Dame and her Vixens. It was mainly trivial things really. Who I was wearing, what brands of makeup I used, who did my hair. It was definitely on the shallow side of the news. However, the exposure sent The Vixens sales into an all-time high and, for the first time in forever, the label was considering putting them on tour as a headline.
It was amazing news and no one was prouder than I was.
So here I was, two months after leaving Left Turn, and Noah continued to call. I sincerely adored Noah but couldn’t bring myself to answer. I wasn’t sure I was ready for them to know about The Violet Dame.
Cherry, however, felt differently.
One morning, as we ate breakfast on the sofa, Cherry’s cell phone rang. When she looked down at the display, she frowned. “It’s Noah again.”
I sat up. “Don’t answer.”
She glanced at me before looking down at the screen. “I won’t, but I should.” Then, lightning fast, she picked up. “Hello?”
My heart stuttered as she smiled, peering at me. “Hey. I know, right? Long time, no see. How are things?”
She listened intently before saying, “I don’t know what to tell ya, Noe. All I can say is Emmy’s okay.”
He was calling to check up on me.
God. I felt like a jerk for avoiding him.
Then, Cherry uttered something that made me spring up. “Noah, can you come over today?”
Wide-eyed, I waved my arms out and mouthed, No!
Cherry covered the mouthpiece and whispered, “He’s going to find out sometime. He can help us.” Then she released the mouthpiece, and said, “Yeah, I’m still here.” Cherry was a pain in my butt, and she confirmed this when she said, “Bring Lee and Hell with you if you can.”
Gripping my hair, I hyperventilated, and mouthed, Oh my God! Why?
She went on, “You know Connor is not welcome here. I don’t want him in my house.”
My stomach clenched at hearing his name. I hated myself for missing him.
“Okay, awesome.” She smiled. “I’ll see you later.”
The moment she hung up, I screeched, “Are you out of your mind?”
“Nope.” She smiled warmly at me, popping the p. At my clear distress, she patted the sofa and when I didn’t come, she stated, “I have an idea and I think we’ll all benefit from it. But I need you to play your part, Emmy.”
After a moment of sulking, I whispered, “I’m not ready to see them.”
“I get it. You’re an injured animal, licking your wounds. We’ve all been there, babe.” She quietly added, “Present company included. But I need you to be our manager. So pull up your big girl panties, throw on your latex, and adjust your fucking crown.”
I was starting to get the idea that Cherry had been hurt deeply in her life. Perhaps that’s what made us kindred spirits.
At my silence, she went on, “You know, I fought for you.” When I peeked up at her, she nodded. “I fought so hard to get you here. You have no idea. And do you know why I did it?”
All I could give was a solemn shake of my head.
Cherry explained, “Because you believe in us. You want us to succeed, to be as big as the big guns on the top shelf. I watched you get physically upset because the UVV weren’t getting the praise they should and, to be honest with you, Emmy, that’s the kind of manager we deserve. Someone who will fight for us.” Her eyes held mine. “So I fought for you.” She didn’t talk for a while, but when she did, I felt warmth between us. “You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
Ah, crap.
She was right.
Seeing the guys wasn’t the end of the world. I could do this.
“Okay.” A quiet moment passed and I licked my lips. “I’ll see them.” As I walked out the door, I called back, “But I am not wearing latex! It’s my day off.”
From the living room, the rumbling of a husky feminine chuckle sounded and I smiled to myself.
Quite suddenly, excitement had me biting at my lip.
I was going to see my boys.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cherry Bomb.
Emmy
They arrived just after 4:00 p.m. and when Cherry let them inside, I heard them move into the kitchen and listened from my bedroom door.