Slash just couldn't understand the f#cking effect you had in him—you were a strong, attractive, confident woman. You treated him like he was a helpless little animal, and the worst thing was that Slash fell into your little game... He felt like an idiot. You knew the members of his band, you got along well with everyone, and that meant you saw Slash very often.

You also saw him often since you were a waitress at a very famous bar, meeting other rockstars besides Slash—although you had to admit that Slash was your favorite: you could laugh, seduce and hurt in less than a second. You drove him crazy, so much so that he wasn't even interested in other women anymore and he became the most regular customer at the bar just to see you.

Anyway, today was one of those moments where he was having a few drinks—he was drunk. You just looked at him with a mocking smile from afar, sitting since your turn was over. For that reason, you approached and sat next to him, talking for a while. Being drunk, Slash started saying stupid things and that's why you couldn't help but laugh.

—"You're bad! Cruel as the devil himself... But you're so beautiful..."

He babbled like a whiny child, taking one more sip of his beer before starting to say more. It was funny, since in addition to everything, he had to shout and talk since the music and the people there caused noise.

—"Do not heat the food if you are not going to eat it... Doll..."

He mentioned, since you always teased him intimately and then disappeared in a teasing manner.