He storms over, gripping my chin.

"My baby ain't ever embarrassed me, and she never will..."

"Daddy?"

He nods, still glaring at me.

"Will you let me love whoever I want?"

"Don't like where this is going Mischief."

"I get to make that choice, don't I?"

"If he is decent yes, if he is a fuckwit, no."

"Daddy..."

"Mischief, you are my daughter, and I ain't letting no fucker hurt you."

I sigh and shake my head; this conversation is pointless. "I should shower."

"You have a big day today?"

"Yeah, I have a case with Sally."

Sally is our big boss and lawyer, and I am her assistant. I often go in when she is with her clients. I hope to become a lawyer some day and so I enjoy learning as much as possible.

"Do you know what it is about?"

"No, she doesn't either. The person has been very hush hush."

"Well good luck and all that. You going back to your Ma's tonight?"

"It's Monday daddy, I have to."

He strokes my chin, and then lets it go. "You ain't ever gotta go, but your Ma don't do so well without you."

"What about you old man?"

He smiles. "I don't do so well either."

"I love you daddy."

He grins and kisses my head. "Right back at you, now get to work."

When I arrive at work an hour later, the office is buzzing. Sally comes out and grips my arm.

"He is here, ready to go. Bit of a strange one but he is paying good money."

"Ok Sal, we got this."

She straightens her blonde hair and runs her hands down her pinstripe suit; then we walk into the room. I freeze, literally. I can't take another step. Jeremy turns and stares at me, then grins.

"Hello Violet, long time."

This isn't happening. It isn't happening.

"Jeremy...what...why are you here?"

"I need some help; I saw your name and thought why not come to this firm?"

"You two know each other?" Sally asks.

I feel sick, like I might throw up right on this floor. I grip the door and stare into the cold blue eyes of Jeremy Willis.

"I...can't deal with this."

I turn and flee from the room; I can't breathe, can't think. I stumble into the women's toilets and fall to my knees. Why the hell is Jeremy Willis here? He isn't meant to know where I am...he isn't meant to be here. I remain curled up on the floor until Sally comes rushing in an hour later. She is pale and staring at me with a sorry expression.

"Violet, we have a problem."

"You don't say! You didn't think to get his name before letting him hire you?"

"I didn't know. Listen, I don't know how to tell you this but...the case he is making is against you."

"I beg your pardon?"

"He is calling for manslaughter."

"No, you have to be kidding me. No."

"He said you killed his sister, and he wants justice for her."

I turn and throw up into the toilet. Sally drops down beside me and rubs my shoulders.

"I won't let him get to you; I can see he is a creep. I will figure out a way..."

"He bashed me nearly to death, a few years ago."

"That will help, do you have records?"

"I was at the county hospital. They should have them."

"You need to tell me everything Vi."

I stand and flush the toilet, then wash my mouth out. I tell her my entire story, from start to finish.

CHAPTER 7.

"Are you serious?" Reagan gasps, gripping my shoulders.

"Yes, don't tell Travis please. I need to deal with this on my own."

"Are you in danger?"

"No, I don't think so. Jeremy is back for revenge, and he is going the right way about it. If he hurts me, HE will be the one to end up behind bars, but if he gets me, he can send me away without getting his hands dirty."

"I don't like this Vi."

"Me neither."

"I do like this limo though."

I smile, it's weak, but it's there.

"Trav said he was a touch possessive. He likes to know where I am going, apparently."

"I think that's kind of sexy. So, what time is his show tonight?"

"Eight."

"I can't wait; you are the lucky bitch that is in his pants but my god I love to look at him."

I laugh. "Me too, believe me."

My phone buzzes and I stare down at the screen.

See you tonight?

"Is it Trav?"

I smile. "Yes."

Yeah, I will be there.

How was your day?

How to answer that?

Ok.

Just ok?

Just ok rockstar. See you later.

Later baby x We spend the rest of the afternoon getting ready for Trav's concert and by the time we arrive, it's packed. I don't get to see Trav before he goes on stage, but boy do I know when he does. He looks absolutely gorgeous when he steps out. He is shirtless by choice tonight and his chest shines under the blue lights. He is wearing black jeans that are ripped and torn. I feel my heart kick up a notch. He drops to his knees and slides across the stage, and that is it...we are all under his spell.

I dance and cheer to his songs, like a good...girlfriend? would. Reagan wiggles beside me and we enjoy the music and drinking. When a woman shimmies onto the stage for the final performance, I try hard to ignore her touching Travis. I mean, he is a rockstar and it's likely part of the act, but when she leans up and kisses him, and he returns it, I crumble. Jealousy rips through me. I am drunk, that much I know because when I turn, I stumble. I fall into a man's arms who grins down at me.

"Whoa there little darlin."

He is handsome with a thick western twang. I peer up at him and smile, well it's more a drunken grin, but I am grateful, he saved me from landing on my ass.

"What the fuck."

I hear someone scream those words, then the crowd parts as a raging Travis comes barrelling through, and lands smack bang into the man holding me. I stumble backwards and fall onto the floor, landing with a thump on my ass. Travis drives a fist into the man's face causing him to bellow loudly. A loud crack, followed by a crunch and then Travis is being pulled off.

He looks over at me; his eyes filled with rage and they are screaming 'How could you?' I think he has read this all wrong. Now I think about it; that man was holding me horribly close. God. Travis walks over, grips my arm and leads me out into the back room. He slams and locks the door, then turns on me, giving me a truly horrible glare.

"What the hell were you doing? What part about me being possessive and jealous didn't you understand?"

I blink stupidly. "Excuse me?"

"If you have the need to fuck around Violet, then you shouldn't have agreed to being mine."

I lose it now. I throw my hands up and then bring them down with a thump on the bench.

"I beg your pardon rockstar, but you were tongue bashing that woman on stage, but it's ok for you..."

"It was part of the fucking act; I do it all the time."

"Well I didn't like it!" I cry, gripping my head.

"And I didn't like turning to see you grinding against that man."

"Excuse me? You are being a hypocrite."

He growls and leans in to grip my shoulders. "You are mine Violet, what part of that don't you understand?"

"ALL OF IT!" I scream. "You left me Travis, for four fucking years and you broke my damned heart and now you are back, and you just want it all to be so fucking perfect. It's not perfect; I AM NOT PERFECT!"

He grips my face. "You are to me."

His lips are on mine then; I didn't even see it coming. He slams my body back into the bench, and I groan at the impact. His kiss is desperate, hungry and forceful. Mine is just the same. I grind my hips up towards him, desperate, needy. He leans down and grips my legs, throwing me up onto the counter top. He yanks up my dress and pulls aside my panties, then his tongue is inside me, sliding up and down my flesh.

"Travis, god..."

I am about to come, when he stops. I growl in frustration as he yanks his jeans down and pulls out his cock. It is throbbing, and he groans at the release of pressure. He pulls out a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth. I watch as he rolls it over his length, slowly. When he presses against my sex, he slowly inches in. He is driving me crazy, fucking crazy. He slides fully in, then drags it back out.

"Travis please." I beg.

He quickens the pace, bringing me to the edge and then he stops. I cry out and grip his shoulders.