I tried on the gorgeous made-to-be-vintage dress. It was black sheer with a short-layered tulle skirt. I was thankful for the appliqued panels over my nipples. However, the entire upper part of the dress was see-through. The price reflected the fact that it was a one of a kind dress; there was no way in hell I wasn’t buying it. Particularly, in light of Morgana’s friend standing just beyond the curtain.
“Girl, let me see you in all your fabulousness,” Cindy begged. Her voice held an edge. No doubt she was staring down the pierced bitch.
I pushed aside the curtain, stepping out.
“Holy fuck, Gia. Abel’s going to come all over himself.” She grinned at the sales bitch.
“Yeah, I know.” I smiled in the mirror, silently agreeing. “Yes, he will. I’ll take it.” I turned to the bitch. “You can start writing it up. We’re in a hurry.” I winked at Cindy—her smile proud and wide.
“That’s what’s up! Right fucking there.” Cindy pointed at me knowingly. She got off on being catty.
I stripped the dress off, noticing the time. Crap. Abel and the boys would be looking for us. I met Cindy at the register and paid with Abel’s American Express Black card. The pierced sales wench’s eyes as she read the name on the card was well worth going in there. Maybe I wouldn’t kick Chance’s ass after all. Fate and all that shit.
I wore my smile smugly as we exited the store with my new dress. Next stop…the boys…
Abel
I was happy with our practice. I could tell by the ripping that went on the boys felt the electricity, too. My voice was solid despite the partying the night before. Just before practice, I told them what happened between Gia and me. They weren’t surprised at all. We all partied to various degrees. Some openly…some on the down-low. However, I vowed not to pick up again. I was done polluting my body with substances. I followed that conversation by drinking as much water as possible. I needed to flush my system. While everybody had their anecdote for a proper cleanse, I stuck to what I knew—water.
“Thank fuck you guys are in a good mood. We leave for Germany after the show,” Dave announced.
“And why is that?” Jake asked, clearly pissed. I guess he had plans with a groupie for the night.
Dave looked toward me. “We’re the guest of honor at the German chancellor’s charity gala. I’m reluctant to give any details lately because someone’s leaking everything to the press. Your dad asked me to keep tight-lipped.” Dave blew his cigarette smoke in my direction. His anger was palpable.
All eyes were on me. “What the fuck’s with your tone?” I asked. Fuck this shit. It isn’t my fault.
“It’s that fucking tart that gave yer mediocre blowjobs. Am I right?” Woody spoke first. “It’s all over the telly.” Woody grabbed his beer, taking a swig.
“La concha de tu madre,” Ender spewed. “So, that bitch is gonna chase us all over Europe? How many European tours are we gonna do, huh?” he yelled, waving his hands to punctuate his anger. I got they were all pissed.
“Security’s working on it,” was all Dave said before taking a phone call. We fell silent, lost in thought.
“Listen, my old man’s working on it. This bitch is fucked.” I shook my head. “Let’s have a good show tonight. Her one and only desire is to fuck with me. With us. Ruin us. I’m not handing it to her on a platter. Fuck that shit. “You fuckers know she has the gift of denying any reality,” I said, looking every one of those motherfuckers in the eye. Yeah, I stuck my dick in that hot mess. However, no one deserved the heavy helping of psycho du jour that she bestowed upon me.
“For fucks sake. No one’s blaming you, lad. Jesus fuck, I could tell she’d be a sicky by the way she eyed your johnny.” Woody’s explanation had Jake cracking a smile first. We all broke apart one by one, laughing our asses off. Of course, it was hardly the time to laugh. Nor was it a laughing matter with the ills Morgana blew in the wind. However, we were still a couple of young guys trying to wrap our heads around stardom. Let alone, being stalked by some crazy ex-girlfriend.
I was glad for the moment of levity. Just in time for the girls to walk in with their shopping bags. That made me happy—to see my girl spend some of the money I worked so hard for. She was allowing me to provide for her. That felt like an enormous accomplishment. While she let me provide for her in the bedroom, outside of it was a very different story. I backed off and allowed her to write it as she saw fit. I prayed she’d let me be the man I wanted to be for her, and allow me to treat her like the princess I saw her as. But, I knew her past. It didn’t come easy. She was embarrassed by her mother. She didn’t want to be perceived as a gold-digger. I never thought for a moment she was. But, in the interest of growing, I’d like her to take her steps as slowly as needed. In truth, I wanted to be everything for her. Her air. Her water. Her sustenance. Her heart… If I could steal her pain, I’d replace it with my heart.
I took her bag from her, then threw her over my shoulder, giving her ass a nice swat.
“Let me the fuck down you caveman,” she screamed.
“Not on your life.” I turned to the guys and said, “Later fuckers; we’re going to get ready.” I turned, leaving the studio.
“Tell me you’re not going to walk through the lobby of this fancy-ass hotel like this,” she pleaded. She knew the answer to that question. Yes. I was 100% going to walk through the lobby, past everyone with Beauty over my shoulder.
“Baby, why ask the obvious.” I smacked her ass nice and hard to punctuate my commitment.
“This is so fucking embarrassing,” she continued pleading.
Instead of taking the private suite elevator, I waited purposefully with the other patrons for the main lobby lift. We waited alongside six other people. Gia continued to murmur all the ways she hated me and would get me back. I wore a big smile proudly. Yes, I am a fucking caveman. Her balking told me so. A sweet little thing across from me winked. Yeah, women desired this behavior. A guest’s camera phone hung in front of my face catching us on video.
“You’ve got two fucking seconds to close that before I beat you fucking bloody for looking at my girl’s ass,” I growled and stepped into his personal space. “Three. Two. One.” His shaking hand closed his phone.
“See? That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Is it normal to growl at people? Just sayin’,” Beauty babbled.
Swat. My hand landed heavily on her sweet ass. The very ass I planned on sticking my cock into in the next 5 minutes. Mental countdown commenced…
Lights, camera, action…we were on fire. My beauty sat just off stage to my left. Pyrotechnics exploded as we wrapped up our last show in Paris. I’d wait until Germany to introduce our newly minted song. Of course, I penned it for Gia. However, the impulsive side of me wanted to perform it that night. The boys reminded me we’d never give our fans anything less than perfection. I knew that. But, I was high…high on my love for this girl who shared my bed. My life. And now, owned my heart. I was radioactive. The crowd felt it, too. Thousands of cheering fans sang along, lighting the venue with their lighters. Ender ripped it up with a guitar rift as part of the finale. Wood was boss with his beats. Jake’s bass-line glued it all together. Connected. Cohesive. Family. And I was thankful for the first time in my life. It just blew me the fuck away. I was alive…and it felt fucking great to be drug-free…
Germany
Under the cover of darkness, we boarded a plane and flew to Berlin. The idea was to get ahead of the press. Unlikely, but worth the try. My thoughts weighed heavily on finding the rat within our group. It festered in me. I would kill the fucker who was giving up information.
Beauty lay across my lap fast asleep as I watched the tiny lights below from the window. It was only an hour and half travel time. However, it was enough time to contemplate who and why. Woody’s eyes were on me. Yeah, he had the same thoughts running through his mind. Cindy was taking up the seat next to him. His hand was stroking her golden locks. Ender sat across on his laptop. He was looking into what clubs w
ere open, no doubt looking for some pussy. Hey, I couldn’t blame him. Not too long ago I would have been right next to him taking part in the planning. However, I now held the most precious life in my hands—Beauty. Looking at her sleeping face, it was free from worry. Lost in sleep. Hopefully, dreaming of me. I smiled to myself, surprised by my thoughts.
“Who do you think the bastard is, lad?” Woody whispered across the cabin. I looked up, eyeing him.
“If I catch that motherfucker…that’s all I’m saying,” Ender shot across the aisle, never looking up from his computer. Jake removed his ear-buds to listen in.
“I’m with you, brother,” I responded to Ender. “I don’t know. But rest assured we’ll find out. And when we do, God fucking help that son of a bitch.” My words were weighted with fury. My fists closed tightly. I wanted that fucker dead. Whoever it was, was fucking with my family. No one fucks with what’s mine.
“Aye.” Woody nodded. “We need to talk in private, lads.” He motioned to the girls and then to Chance.
I turned around to look at Chance, almost forgetting he was in back of me. He was on his phone typing away. I looked back to Wood. Then to Ender and Jake, who also nodded, agreeing we needed to talk in private. Very interesting…
“Dude, you see where we’re staying?” Ender thankfully changed the subject holding up his MacBook. The hotel was situated in one of the biggest skyscrapers in Germany. Ultra-modern facility with full-height windows presented the city below.
“Jesus, fuck. The princesses are gonna love,” Woody offered in awe of the pictures of the hotel.
“Sweet. I’m looking forward to getting to my room. Long fucking day, dudes.” I shook my head, yawning. They nodded their agreement. My fingertips danced along her skin, causing goose bumps to form. A delight ran along my dick. I gently pressed upward.
“Stop molestin’ yer fuckin’ girl, you cuntin’ pervert.” Woody’s laughter rang out. The boys laughed along with him.
Gia stirred in my lap from the noise. I wanted her to sleep. However, with the amount of ribbing and fucking around that commenced, that was proving to be difficult. My frustration made the hysteria even worse. Whatever. So I’m a fucking pervert…what’s new?
Flash bulbs hammered away at us as we disembarked the plane. I kept my hand in front of Beauty’s eyes in an effort to shield her from the exposure.
“Fuckin’ asshole cunts,” Woody’s yelled at the photogs as he ran by, getting in to the Suburban. We all followed.
“Fuck,” was all I got out before ducking into the vehicle. My eyes were still blinded by the flash-bulbs. “You okay, baby?” I asked her. My thoughts were always on her.
“I’m fine,” she said, looking to Cindy. “You okay, chick?”
Cindy nodded. I knew Cindy was leaving after Germany. Gia, wouldn’t have a girlfriend to lean on. I would be her only source of comfort. Which suited me fine. Jake lit a joint, blowing the smoke directly at me. Fuck. I squinted at him knowingly. He passed it to Ender, and he toked it deeply, half-choking.
“Want any?” Cough. Cough. Cough. A plume of smoke surrounded us.
“I’m good,” I said. I was far from relaxed. My spine was straight and stiff. I wanted a hit for fuck sure. I only had my word to Gia at this point. And I’m not in the habit of disappointing my beauty. So fuck that shit. I pulled her deeper into my lap, smelling her shampoo. Hmm. That right there was heaven. Fucking heaven on earth.
“Stop bogarting the joint, Ender. Toke. Toke. Pass. There’s weed etiquette, you know?” Cindy explained with her hand extending mid-air. “Pass it, esse,” she insisted. I had to admit, she was a funny chick.
“Oh, now we’re sharing?” Ender asked, looking oddly at Woody.
“No, we’re not sharing. You’re sharing that joint is all. Get yer mind out of the gutter, you prick.” Woody grabbed the joint out from between Ender’s lips. Ender’s mouth hanging open without the joint had us all gasping for air. We laughed. And then rehashed it again, laughing harder.
“Toke. Toke. Pass,” Jake spit out between heaving breaths, repeating Cindy’s words.
“Oh, get the fuck over it, Jake. Sheesh. Like it’s the first time you heard of that?” Gia poked him in the gut, causing him to spit out his beer.
The girls were great. It really felt like family for the first time since I could recall. That was saying something, too. I was usually high as a motherfucker. So more than likely, I’d miss the whole conversation as I thought about my next hit. Sigh. Life on the road was hard. Life on the road for a druggie…even harder.
“Honey, why are you calling me so late,” I sang. Everyone stopped. Woody counted the beats on his pant legs with his sticks.
“It’s kinda hard to talk right now,” Jake and Ender answered in harmony.
“Honey, why you crying? Is everything okay?” I sang. Gia’s eyes glistened with moisture.
“I gotta whisper ‘cause I can’t be too loud,” Jake and Ender sang the next part.
“Well, my girl’s in the next room…” Gia elbowed me—hard.
“Fuck that shit! Your girl’s right fucking here.” She grabbed my balls and pulled. “Feel her?” Her voice was low. Her eyes were pinning me to the back of the seat.
“Fuck me, baby. I want to feel her.” Ender leaned over to see where Gia’s hand was.
Woody blocked him with this boot. I high-fived Wood for that distraction.
“Careful, baby girl,” I said, my cock hardening beneath her hand. I pulled her, taking her mouth dangerously hard. I bit her lip. “I’m a bit of a motherfucking sadist. Or did you forget that.”
She released quickly. I knew she didn’t want to be embarrassed. Not that I’d take her in front of everyone…that’d never happen. However, her little display of Domme shot through my system like a heady drug. She was a potent drug for me. MINE…
Commando radioed to pull into the underground parking garage. The vultures were already poised and blocking the entrance of the hotel for close-ups.
“Fuckin’ maggots. Cuntin’ fuckin’ maggots,” Woody roared, looking out the window. “I thought we left Paris so we’d not have this fuckin’ problem? So where’s the motherfuckin’ leak, Abel? Your old man’s on it, right?” His body shook in fury.
Fuck. I was pissed, too. Everyone looked to me like I had some knowledge I wasn’t sharing. That wasn’t the fuckin’ case.
“What? Like I fucking know something you don’t? This is fucking bullshit,” I agreed with Woody. Jake was just looking out the window silently. And stoned, no doubt. Ender was texting.
“Who the fuck are you texting?” I asked suspiciously.
He looked up, pissed I just called him out. “What business is it of yours? Just mind the babe on your lap and stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” His voice was filled with anger. Oh, the prick was going to start this shit. I removed Beauty from my lap, seating her next to me, and leaned in his direction.
“Got a problem with me asking, motherfucker?” I cracked my knuckles. “You sure you want to do this here?” I asked, ready to fuck him up. I had it with his mouth.
“Listen, this has all gotten us fucking amped up. Let’s not do this.” Jake’s voice held its usual diplomacy. I nodded and sat back against the seat.
“I need to get the fuck outta this car.” My comment had gotten some amen’s.
The car came to a stop in front of a secure underground elevator. No doubt the entrance celebs or dignitaries used. The hotel’s security surrounded the limo. Call me fucked up, but it had my old man written all over it. He was big with security. Couple that with his only son who’s an international rock-star and obsessive whore of an ex…and this is the result. Overly secure.
The door opened and a big man-hand reached in for Gia. “I don’t think so, motherfucker.” I batted his hand away, taking my girl’s hand myself. “You doing security detail?” I asked the big motherfucker. He nodded. “She. Is. Mine. Do not touch what’s mine. In fact, don’t even look at her.” I steppe
d up so we were face to face. Fuck this German prick with his big hands.
“Here we go,” Ender murmured.
I turned around, eyeing him. Woody laughed.
“Motherfucker, I’m Gia. Nice to meet you, and thank you all for taking care of us. This is caveman, he’s the lead singer. Yeah, hard to believe. But it’s true. He’s a possessive, broody man. I’d steer clear.” She shook his hand and winked at me. “Okay, enough with the awkward stare-down’s let’s go in, yes?” she asked.
I was so pissed. And yet, an evil little grin donned my face, which made her squeal. She knew she was in trouble.
Ender had his phone up, recording Gia’s introduction. “That right there was fucking priceless.” He laughed.
Woody tipped his head for us to follow security to the lobby. Sigh. This girl was going to be the death of me. Swear to fuck. Her sassy mouth had just landed her in a world of trouble, too. Not the first time. And I suspect, not the last…
Dave gave out our room keys. Couldn’t be fast enough for me. I swiped that shit right from his hand and hit the elevator button like the caveman I am. I grabbed my girl’s hand, yanking her to my side.
“Control yourself. Damn,” Gia scolded, giving me her version of the evil eye. It only got my dick harder. She followed my hand as I adjusted myself.
“Caveman’s in da house,” Cindy sang out. She and Woody laughed. “Someone’s in trouble for having a mouth.” She and Woody pointed at Gia with their index fingers.
“Am not?” Her nervous voice looked up at me through her full lashes, trying to confirm their suspicions.
I nodded. No smile on my face. Only the promise of a red ass to come.
“What? Why am I in trouble? I was helping. Right?” She looked to Cindy, who all of a sudden busied herself with Woody’s tatted knuckles. Good girl. At least she knew her place. “Hello, am I addressing the living?” she continued to pursue help from the other two. Woody started whistling an old Irish tune.
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