look at her and…”
“And what?” Tex chimed in, amusement tinging his tone.
I leveled him with a glare, not that it mattered. Caused him to smile harder. “Just don’t talk about her as if she were just another groupie whore .”
“Didn’t mean it that way, Chester,” Cris defended. He’d come over to where I stood and grabbed a bottle off the table. His posture relaxed, the complete opposite from mine. Leaning against the table, he tilted his head toward me and took a sip from his own bottle. “You know me, bro. I’m not a dick, nor have I ever treated a groupie or the chick who makes my coffee at the shop near my house like a whore . Not that guy.” And I knew he wasn’t. Irrationality sucked balls. “I was just goofing around. Trying to get a rise out of you.”
“It worked.” Yeah, I grumbled that shit, causing the other to let out a low chuckle. Not low enough.
“She’s important to you?” It was a rhetorical question, and I looked back at Cris with an ‘are you really asking me that’ look. “Then that makes her family.”
“Thank you.” All this happening was baffling me. We met once, and yet I was ready to punch one of my brothers for pointing out something as obvious as her beauty. Why?
“Now…” Tex came forward, his hand waving our award in the air “…I’m certainly not trying to be a dick here.” I cocked a brow at him but remained quiet. “But, and this is a huge but…I’m going to state the obvious. She isn’t your girl.”
“No shit, Captain Obvious,” I snapped.
“Will you let me finish, dumbass? I was going to add a ‘yet’ before you interrupted.”
“My bad.” And then just for the fuck of it, I punched him in the arm. “And you are correct. ‘Yet’ is the word to use. Because if there is one thing I am, it’s a cocky son of a bitch.”
A snort to my left made me look back at Rick. “No arguments there.”
Flipping him off, I turned back toward the conference room a few feet away. “She will be mine tonight. Mark my words, I will have that beauty.”
Seven
“Congratulations.” Brian came out from the conference room with a huge smile on his face. “It’s been a long time coming. Fucking enjoy this moment, assholes.” Crass, and a male pig, the man had been with us since the very beginning. Was just as much a part of the band as I was the lead singer.
“Thanks, Gramps,” Tex deadpanned before hitting him with the statue still in his hand. “By the way, have you called to make sure everything’s taken care of for tonight?”
Just on the other side of the door, a round of laughter broke out. The female singer of the year had taken her award before us. A bubblegum pop singer who was as intelligent as a candle stick—no substance. Acted as she was told, and her pussy was mediocre at best. Not worth the trouble, yet I’d wet my dick last year and she’d become clingy.
Thank fuck for Ashley.
“All is set to go.” Brian nodded, then cringed a bit as said pop star decided to belt out the lyrics to her latest hit. Studio made. The girl sounded like shit. “How is that even popular?” he asked us with a scrunched-up face, head tilted toward the door.
“Great tits and ass.” That was Tex.
“Semi cute face,” Cris added.
“Flaunts herself for the benefit of the old men in that room, same ones that own her label,” Rick interjected.
“Ding, ding, ding…we have a winner,” I finished.
“Sadly…” He coughed then, his amusement causing him to choke mid laugh. A tear ran down his face, and then the motherfucker giggled like a schoolgirl. Weirdo. “It’s the truth. Music execs aren’t exactly quiet about their conquests, especially the young and dumb ones.”
“Are you jealous?” Tex couldn’t help himself, much to Brian’s annoyance.
“Fuck you.”
“Not my type.” Brian walked right into Tex’s reply.
“Get the fuck in there and look like you have common sense. This award was huge for your careers.
“And what?” Tex chimed in, amusement tinging his tone.
I leveled him with a glare, not that it mattered. Caused him to smile harder. “Just don’t talk about her as if she were just another groupie whore .”
“Didn’t mean it that way, Chester,” Cris defended. He’d come over to where I stood and grabbed a bottle off the table. His posture relaxed, the complete opposite from mine. Leaning against the table, he tilted his head toward me and took a sip from his own bottle. “You know me, bro. I’m not a dick, nor have I ever treated a groupie or the chick who makes my coffee at the shop near my house like a whore . Not that guy.” And I knew he wasn’t. Irrationality sucked balls. “I was just goofing around. Trying to get a rise out of you.”
“It worked.” Yeah, I grumbled that shit, causing the other to let out a low chuckle. Not low enough.
“She’s important to you?” It was a rhetorical question, and I looked back at Cris with an ‘are you really asking me that’ look. “Then that makes her family.”
“Thank you.” All this happening was baffling me. We met once, and yet I was ready to punch one of my brothers for pointing out something as obvious as her beauty. Why?
“Now…” Tex came forward, his hand waving our award in the air “…I’m certainly not trying to be a dick here.” I cocked a brow at him but remained quiet. “But, and this is a huge but…I’m going to state the obvious. She isn’t your girl.”
“No shit, Captain Obvious,” I snapped.
“Will you let me finish, dumbass? I was going to add a ‘yet’ before you interrupted.”
“My bad.” And then just for the fuck of it, I punched him in the arm. “And you are correct. ‘Yet’ is the word to use. Because if there is one thing I am, it’s a cocky son of a bitch.”
A snort to my left made me look back at Rick. “No arguments there.”
Flipping him off, I turned back toward the conference room a few feet away. “She will be mine tonight. Mark my words, I will have that beauty.”
Seven
“Congratulations.” Brian came out from the conference room with a huge smile on his face. “It’s been a long time coming. Fucking enjoy this moment, assholes.” Crass, and a male pig, the man had been with us since the very beginning. Was just as much a part of the band as I was the lead singer.
“Thanks, Gramps,” Tex deadpanned before hitting him with the statue still in his hand. “By the way, have you called to make sure everything’s taken care of for tonight?”
Just on the other side of the door, a round of laughter broke out. The female singer of the year had taken her award before us. A bubblegum pop singer who was as intelligent as a candle stick—no substance. Acted as she was told, and her pussy was mediocre at best. Not worth the trouble, yet I’d wet my dick last year and she’d become clingy.
Thank fuck for Ashley.
“All is set to go.” Brian nodded, then cringed a bit as said pop star decided to belt out the lyrics to her latest hit. Studio made. The girl sounded like shit. “How is that even popular?” he asked us with a scrunched-up face, head tilted toward the door.
“Great tits and ass.” That was Tex.
“Semi cute face,” Cris added.
“Flaunts herself for the benefit of the old men in that room, same ones that own her label,” Rick interjected.
“Ding, ding, ding…we have a winner,” I finished.
“Sadly…” He coughed then, his amusement causing him to choke mid laugh. A tear ran down his face, and then the motherfucker giggled like a schoolgirl. Weirdo. “It’s the truth. Music execs aren’t exactly quiet about their conquests, especially the young and dumb ones.”
“Are you jealous?” Tex couldn’t help himself, much to Brian’s annoyance.
“Fuck you.”
“Not my type.” Brian walked right into Tex’s reply.
“Get the fuck in there and look like you have common sense. This award was huge for your careers.
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