mouth, and when she smiles it doesn’t help any. I know that look though, so I don’t move. Just when I think she isn’t going to do anything, her perfect leg snaps up and hits head on against his nuts.
Hunter drops to the floor, his hands holding onto his now damaged goods as he gags and tries to catch his breath.
“I’m nobody’s day of the week, and I’m definitely not your Kitten.” Her eyes flick toward me and I know the day of the week comment was meant for me. “You wouldn’t know how to make a real woman purr if you had two tongues and a vibrating penis the size of a mic stand.”
Everyone laughs as she kicks him in the hip and takes his seat. Crossing her legs she fiddles with her necklace and watches me sadly. I know what just happened is my fault. I know that if I hadn’t drank so much I wouldn’t have had to call her and she wouldn’t have met Hunter before right now and he wouldn’t have made that comment.
I reach down with Aiden and help Hunter up and he squeaks out a few words about walking it off before we haul him out into the hall.
My breath comes in hard fast spurts as I think about the way he touched Tuesday. He put his hands on my girl without her wanting them there and if he didn’t know that touching her was a bad idea after what she just did to him, I planned on making sure he did soon.
“You good man?” I grind out between my teeth, gripping his arm so tightly he flinches. When he tells me that he’s good and calls Tuesday feisty, I almost lose it.
She doesn’t deserve being treated like that. She deserves shit like flowers and cuddling. All the shit that I have never done and never had the urge to do. All these things are stacking up on my ‘reasons I’m not good enough for Tuesday’ list.
Aiden tells me to go back to the room and that he would take care of the dumbass that is his brother, so I walk away before I go to jail for murder. I pass the room a few times while I try to calm myself down so I don’t go back and put Hunter in his place. If I did that and she found out I stood up for her by telling him not to touch her ever again, I’d be right there on the floor where he was a few minutes ago.
I’ve been on the floor because of Tuesday before and I don’t feel like going down that road again.
Tuesday
Rolling my shoulders, I try to relieve some of the tension that built up when Hunter touched me as I sit on the wing of the stage with everyone else as we watch the show. Watching Daisy as she watches her husband play reminds me of how Abby watches Jameson. Totally enthralled; like she only breathes when he’s playing.
I see Jameson wrap his arms around Abby and pull her into him. My heart aches from what I know I’m missing but I love this. When we’re recruiting I actually get to watch the show and hang out with my friends instead of work, so I push my other feelings to the side.
I know Evan is staring at me, I can feel it and I have half a mind to turn around and tell him to watch the damn show instead of me. Pissed off doesn’t even begin to cover half of what I felt when Hunter called me one of his days of the week. Hell, I even thought about dropping Evan to the ground next to Hunter.
All kinds of shit happened tonight. Hunter touched me, I kneed him in balls and then Aiden, the drummer, decided to kick the shit out of the other band’s management. I guess from what Daisy was telling us earlier, any one of us probably would have done the same thing. Not the best thing to do when you’re trying to start a business relationship, but still understandable so I don’t think that Abby will hold it against him.
Aiden and Hunter leave the stage, leaving Gray on stage by himself. The words to Your Arms Feel Like Home by Three Doors Down come out of his mouth and it’s a shock to my system. Completely different than the rest of the show and I love it. This type of shit needs to stay when Abby signs them and I can tell by the look on her face
Hunter drops to the floor, his hands holding onto his now damaged goods as he gags and tries to catch his breath.
“I’m nobody’s day of the week, and I’m definitely not your Kitten.” Her eyes flick toward me and I know the day of the week comment was meant for me. “You wouldn’t know how to make a real woman purr if you had two tongues and a vibrating penis the size of a mic stand.”
Everyone laughs as she kicks him in the hip and takes his seat. Crossing her legs she fiddles with her necklace and watches me sadly. I know what just happened is my fault. I know that if I hadn’t drank so much I wouldn’t have had to call her and she wouldn’t have met Hunter before right now and he wouldn’t have made that comment.
I reach down with Aiden and help Hunter up and he squeaks out a few words about walking it off before we haul him out into the hall.
My breath comes in hard fast spurts as I think about the way he touched Tuesday. He put his hands on my girl without her wanting them there and if he didn’t know that touching her was a bad idea after what she just did to him, I planned on making sure he did soon.
“You good man?” I grind out between my teeth, gripping his arm so tightly he flinches. When he tells me that he’s good and calls Tuesday feisty, I almost lose it.
She doesn’t deserve being treated like that. She deserves shit like flowers and cuddling. All the shit that I have never done and never had the urge to do. All these things are stacking up on my ‘reasons I’m not good enough for Tuesday’ list.
Aiden tells me to go back to the room and that he would take care of the dumbass that is his brother, so I walk away before I go to jail for murder. I pass the room a few times while I try to calm myself down so I don’t go back and put Hunter in his place. If I did that and she found out I stood up for her by telling him not to touch her ever again, I’d be right there on the floor where he was a few minutes ago.
I’ve been on the floor because of Tuesday before and I don’t feel like going down that road again.
Tuesday
Rolling my shoulders, I try to relieve some of the tension that built up when Hunter touched me as I sit on the wing of the stage with everyone else as we watch the show. Watching Daisy as she watches her husband play reminds me of how Abby watches Jameson. Totally enthralled; like she only breathes when he’s playing.
I see Jameson wrap his arms around Abby and pull her into him. My heart aches from what I know I’m missing but I love this. When we’re recruiting I actually get to watch the show and hang out with my friends instead of work, so I push my other feelings to the side.
I know Evan is staring at me, I can feel it and I have half a mind to turn around and tell him to watch the damn show instead of me. Pissed off doesn’t even begin to cover half of what I felt when Hunter called me one of his days of the week. Hell, I even thought about dropping Evan to the ground next to Hunter.
All kinds of shit happened tonight. Hunter touched me, I kneed him in balls and then Aiden, the drummer, decided to kick the shit out of the other band’s management. I guess from what Daisy was telling us earlier, any one of us probably would have done the same thing. Not the best thing to do when you’re trying to start a business relationship, but still understandable so I don’t think that Abby will hold it against him.
Aiden and Hunter leave the stage, leaving Gray on stage by himself. The words to Your Arms Feel Like Home by Three Doors Down come out of his mouth and it’s a shock to my system. Completely different than the rest of the show and I love it. This type of shit needs to stay when Abby signs them and I can tell by the look on her face
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