that it’s not even a question of if anymore.
“I love this song,” Evan mutters in my ear. I didn’t see him get off his stool and now the heat of his body is so close to mine that it’s making me nervous. Not because I’m afraid he is going to touch me but I’m scared of what I would feel if he did. He is the only person that can touch me without me knowing first and I won’t freak out on him.
I always make a big deal to let him know that his crotch rot infested body isn’t welcome near mine, but in truth, it’s because I’m just scared to get more attached than I already am just to have him ripped away from me. So instead, I watch him screw random women knowing that I could never be what he would need me to be. Maybe if I wasn’t scared he would get hurt because of me I could at least try, but I know that will never happen.
I nod. My whole body breaks out in goose bumps when I feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. “Think they’re going to sign them?” he asks.
I clear my throat and try to push away the feeling of him being so close, “If she doesn’t, I’m going to beat her.”
I turn just in time to see Paul shake hands with Henry and take up wall space next to him. I had almost forgotten he had tagged along because he took off as soon as Henry had us with him.
The serious look he gives me lets me know he can tell something isn’t quite right with me right now. I wink and blow him a kiss. Shaking his head he goes back to watching what’s going on around us and I hope he’ll leave my issues for me to deal with.
“You guys good here while I go sign me a new band?” Abby grins like a little kid that just got what they asked Santa for and I nod when she leans in to kiss my cheek. “Can you tell them to meet me back in the same room when Gray gets off stage?”
“Go sign me a band, bitch. I’m going to need new work when you’re done being a rock star. I have a feeling these fuckers will keep me plenty busy!”
She turns and leaves with Paul just as Daisy flies off her stool and jumps, landing straight against her husband. I motion for them to come over and they all fall in line in front of me.
“Abby wants to see you guys alone back in the stage room.”
All of them go pale instantly and I can't help but laugh. Even Hunter isn’t speaking and since I haven’t seen him shut up since I met him, I’d say this is a pretty major moment and I’m excited that I get to be a part of it.
Tuesday
“How the hell did I let you talk me into this?” I bitch at Abby over the thumping music once we’re all situated in the back of the club. I try pulling my barely there dress back down my thighs when I feel Evan's eyes burning into me from the couch across from me.
Abby laughs as Jameson pulls her into his side. “Shut up. No one will even notice your face with the amount of leg and chest showing.”
“Oh, so much better, tits and ass is all I need plastered everywhere," I mutter sarcastically.
Evan just shakes his head and scowls. He’s pissed off because I haven’t said more than two words to him since he showed up at the house tonight and made a comment about me showing too much skin. Where the hell does he get off telling me I show too much skin? Was he or was he not boinking some skanky ass chick in the bed of his truck in the middle of town a few weeks ago? Her “skirt” was about four inches shorter than my dress. That's not a skirt that’s a shirt and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it on her.
I take a deep breath to try and calm myself down. We’re supposed to be out celebrating the fact that I’m going to start working in the office part time doing public relations and a few other things while we’re home. Then when this tour, which will be Thirty Ought Six’s last tour, is over I will be there full time.
I can’t wait until I’m not petrified that every time I turn around I’m going to need to avoid paparazzi. I can hide in my office
“I love this song,” Evan mutters in my ear. I didn’t see him get off his stool and now the heat of his body is so close to mine that it’s making me nervous. Not because I’m afraid he is going to touch me but I’m scared of what I would feel if he did. He is the only person that can touch me without me knowing first and I won’t freak out on him.
I always make a big deal to let him know that his crotch rot infested body isn’t welcome near mine, but in truth, it’s because I’m just scared to get more attached than I already am just to have him ripped away from me. So instead, I watch him screw random women knowing that I could never be what he would need me to be. Maybe if I wasn’t scared he would get hurt because of me I could at least try, but I know that will never happen.
I nod. My whole body breaks out in goose bumps when I feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. “Think they’re going to sign them?” he asks.
I clear my throat and try to push away the feeling of him being so close, “If she doesn’t, I’m going to beat her.”
I turn just in time to see Paul shake hands with Henry and take up wall space next to him. I had almost forgotten he had tagged along because he took off as soon as Henry had us with him.
The serious look he gives me lets me know he can tell something isn’t quite right with me right now. I wink and blow him a kiss. Shaking his head he goes back to watching what’s going on around us and I hope he’ll leave my issues for me to deal with.
“You guys good here while I go sign me a new band?” Abby grins like a little kid that just got what they asked Santa for and I nod when she leans in to kiss my cheek. “Can you tell them to meet me back in the same room when Gray gets off stage?”
“Go sign me a band, bitch. I’m going to need new work when you’re done being a rock star. I have a feeling these fuckers will keep me plenty busy!”
She turns and leaves with Paul just as Daisy flies off her stool and jumps, landing straight against her husband. I motion for them to come over and they all fall in line in front of me.
“Abby wants to see you guys alone back in the stage room.”
All of them go pale instantly and I can't help but laugh. Even Hunter isn’t speaking and since I haven’t seen him shut up since I met him, I’d say this is a pretty major moment and I’m excited that I get to be a part of it.
Tuesday
“How the hell did I let you talk me into this?” I bitch at Abby over the thumping music once we’re all situated in the back of the club. I try pulling my barely there dress back down my thighs when I feel Evan's eyes burning into me from the couch across from me.
Abby laughs as Jameson pulls her into his side. “Shut up. No one will even notice your face with the amount of leg and chest showing.”
“Oh, so much better, tits and ass is all I need plastered everywhere," I mutter sarcastically.
Evan just shakes his head and scowls. He’s pissed off because I haven’t said more than two words to him since he showed up at the house tonight and made a comment about me showing too much skin. Where the hell does he get off telling me I show too much skin? Was he or was he not boinking some skanky ass chick in the bed of his truck in the middle of town a few weeks ago? Her “skirt” was about four inches shorter than my dress. That's not a skirt that’s a shirt and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it on her.
I take a deep breath to try and calm myself down. We’re supposed to be out celebrating the fact that I’m going to start working in the office part time doing public relations and a few other things while we’re home. Then when this tour, which will be Thirty Ought Six’s last tour, is over I will be there full time.
I can’t wait until I’m not petrified that every time I turn around I’m going to need to avoid paparazzi. I can hide in my office
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