of the perks of this job.” Rob snorts.
I smirk. “No, it isn’t. I’ll see you in the morning,” I say, walking Rob to the door.
“Yep, later dude.”
I flop down onto my plush brown leather sofa and rub my face. I pull out my cell phone and unlock it. I pull up Lizette’s number and stare at it, debating on whether or not to hit call. What is the point in calling her? She won’t come over if I ask her to. I’m not going to apologize for kissing her because I’m going to do is again as soon as I get the chance. She probably won’t answer my call anyway. I exit her number and call Roland instead.
“Hey man, I wasn’t sure if you were going to be back in time,” Roland answers with a chuckle.
“Lizette came to tell me about the shortened vacay,” I murmur.
“Oh yeah? How’d that go?” Roland asks curiously.
“I kissed her,” I admit.
“Aw, hell,” Roland groans. “Is she still our manager?”
“Yes, dickhead,” I snap in response.
“Don’t tell me that you two are together now,” Roland says skeptically.
“No, she’s very adamant that there will never be anything between us.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not in agreement with that?”
“Because I’m not. Man, she practically melted in my arms, even kissed me back…twice. She wants me, she just doesn’t want to admit it,” I say.
The memory of her naked ass in my hands makes me have to shift in my seat to accommodate the growing erection in my pants.
Roland sighs on the other end of the phone. “Maybe you should just let her be. We need her, Beau, and I don’t think it’s in the group’s best interest for you to chase her and possibly fuck up our business relationship.”
I frown hard. That is one response that I didn’t expected Roland to say. I thought my band mate and best friend would be supportive and give me advice on how to get the girl, not tell me that I could possibly cause them to lose their manager. What the hell?
“Beau, I know that’s not what you want to hear, but this crush you have on Lizette…” Roland starts.
“It’s more than a crush, Roland,” I grunt.
“…It could cost us a lot if the shit hits the fan. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you. There are plenty of other women out there that would love to be with you, Beau. I know Taylor Swift has mentioned that she’s got a thing for you.”
My usually non-existent temper flares to life. “Fuck Taylor fucking Swift! I want a woman, not a whiny little girl who’s gonna write a nasty breakup song about me! And thanks for nothing Roland, I thought you would back me up on this!” I shout angrily into the phone before hanging up on my best friend. Fucker.
I toss my phone onto the couch cushion next to me. Man, I really want to hit something right now. I shove to my feet and head to my office to check my email. I need to do something to take his mind off what Roland said. I sit down at my desk and turn on my computer, pulling up my email. Holy shit! My inbox is completely full, which means that I have two thousand emails; it’s most likely a mixture of fan and hate mail. I skim the subject lines to see if anything catches my eye that I might actually want to respond to.
I respond to one hundred emails, all of which were from fans exclaiming their love for me. I write something personal and different for each one. I scan a little more and freeze when I see Lizette’s email address. My heart suddenly picks up speed as I open her email.
Beau,
I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you the other day. It’s been eating at me since I left and I felt the need to apologize. Don’t think this changes anything between us, though, because it doesn’t. We are friends and I want to remain that way. See you soon.
Sincerely,
Lizette
I read her email over and over. I’m shocked that she apologized. I never thought in a million
I smirk. “No, it isn’t. I’ll see you in the morning,” I say, walking Rob to the door.
“Yep, later dude.”
I flop down onto my plush brown leather sofa and rub my face. I pull out my cell phone and unlock it. I pull up Lizette’s number and stare at it, debating on whether or not to hit call. What is the point in calling her? She won’t come over if I ask her to. I’m not going to apologize for kissing her because I’m going to do is again as soon as I get the chance. She probably won’t answer my call anyway. I exit her number and call Roland instead.
“Hey man, I wasn’t sure if you were going to be back in time,” Roland answers with a chuckle.
“Lizette came to tell me about the shortened vacay,” I murmur.
“Oh yeah? How’d that go?” Roland asks curiously.
“I kissed her,” I admit.
“Aw, hell,” Roland groans. “Is she still our manager?”
“Yes, dickhead,” I snap in response.
“Don’t tell me that you two are together now,” Roland says skeptically.
“No, she’s very adamant that there will never be anything between us.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not in agreement with that?”
“Because I’m not. Man, she practically melted in my arms, even kissed me back…twice. She wants me, she just doesn’t want to admit it,” I say.
The memory of her naked ass in my hands makes me have to shift in my seat to accommodate the growing erection in my pants.
Roland sighs on the other end of the phone. “Maybe you should just let her be. We need her, Beau, and I don’t think it’s in the group’s best interest for you to chase her and possibly fuck up our business relationship.”
I frown hard. That is one response that I didn’t expected Roland to say. I thought my band mate and best friend would be supportive and give me advice on how to get the girl, not tell me that I could possibly cause them to lose their manager. What the hell?
“Beau, I know that’s not what you want to hear, but this crush you have on Lizette…” Roland starts.
“It’s more than a crush, Roland,” I grunt.
“…It could cost us a lot if the shit hits the fan. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you. There are plenty of other women out there that would love to be with you, Beau. I know Taylor Swift has mentioned that she’s got a thing for you.”
My usually non-existent temper flares to life. “Fuck Taylor fucking Swift! I want a woman, not a whiny little girl who’s gonna write a nasty breakup song about me! And thanks for nothing Roland, I thought you would back me up on this!” I shout angrily into the phone before hanging up on my best friend. Fucker.
I toss my phone onto the couch cushion next to me. Man, I really want to hit something right now. I shove to my feet and head to my office to check my email. I need to do something to take his mind off what Roland said. I sit down at my desk and turn on my computer, pulling up my email. Holy shit! My inbox is completely full, which means that I have two thousand emails; it’s most likely a mixture of fan and hate mail. I skim the subject lines to see if anything catches my eye that I might actually want to respond to.
I respond to one hundred emails, all of which were from fans exclaiming their love for me. I write something personal and different for each one. I scan a little more and freeze when I see Lizette’s email address. My heart suddenly picks up speed as I open her email.
Beau,
I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you the other day. It’s been eating at me since I left and I felt the need to apologize. Don’t think this changes anything between us, though, because it doesn’t. We are friends and I want to remain that way. See you soon.
Sincerely,
Lizette
I read her email over and over. I’m shocked that she apologized. I never thought in a million
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