Little Jane grabbed his hand as he stood to leave. “Would you like some company tonight? Your girlfriend doesn’t have to know that you were with someone.” She smiled up at him.
“Thanks, sweetheart, but I’m in love with my girlfriend, so I just couldn’t,” he smiled back. “Night,” he said, heading upstairs.
He got to his room and texted her, unable to go another minute without hearing her voice.
“Hey, are you working?”
“Always working. How was the flight?”
“Long!”
“LOL, sorry”
“Can you talk? Need to hear your voice right now.”
The phone rang, not even a second later. “Hey, angel.”
“What’s going on, playboy?” her deep, rusty voice whispered to him. She must have gone somewhere in the hospital to make the call.
He took a deep breath; lord, he was just as whipped as poor Andy. He needed this woman just to breathe! “Nothing really. The guys wanted to get a beer so we went downstairs. But when South wouldn’t shut the hell up about what he was going to buy himself when he made his first million, I was done.”
A deep rumbling, sultry laugh permeated through the phone, making him hard instantly. “I needed to hear your voice, angel. Lord how I love the sound of your voice!” he growled to her.
“Oh really, just my voice,” she chuckled, and she had him aching.
“What time are you off?”
“Why? What do you have in mind? Or is that it, you already have something naughty in mind for me,” she teased him.
“Yes. What time?” he rasped.
“I’m off in thirty, give me forty-five minutes and then we’ll Skype.”
“Not a second more, angel!” He hung up, falling back on the bed, not knowing if he could be away from her for forty-five minutes, let alone two fucking weeks!
A little over an hour later, Win was showered and waiting as patiently as he could for Addison to Skype him. He had his laptop open and ready to go. He definitely had some plans for what he was going to be doing tonight. That’s when she finally texted him.
“I’m home.”
“About time… Skype me.”
He had his computer on and it made that annoying sound when someone was video calling. When he turned it on there was her face, smiling at him. “Hey playboy, did I take too long for you?” she purred teasingly.
He had the computer on his knees so he could look into her beautiful eyes. “You did, angel. I would be spanking that sexy ass if I was there.”
She gave him that sly smile that made him groan, knowing that she loved it when he spanked her ass. “Sorry, I wanted to take a shower before we talked. Making sure I was nice and clean if you had something naughty in mind for me… I already miss you,” she told him, putting her face in her palms, as she lay on her stomach looking at him.
“Angel, I miss you too.” The lights were dim where she was, and it didn’t look like her room. “Where you at?” he asked, trying to get a good look.
“Your bedroom,” she smiled.
He groaned loudly now. “My bedroom. Are you going to sleep over?”
“What? You said I could sleep in your bed when you were gone…remember?” she told him, surprised by his reaction.
“Angel, I know I did, but now I’m not going to be able to sleep a wink thinking of you laying in my bed.”
“Well, I’ll sleep in it naked for you. If you can’t sleep, might as well make it interesting. But I’m thinking you have a way to get yourself…tired,” she told him with a little grin.
“Fuck yeah, I do! But first put your computer on a pillow or something.” She did as she was asked, then grinned at him. His hand went to his groin, adjusting himself by just what he was thinking. “First strip off my shirt,” he commanded her.
She smiled at him and sat up, pulling off his shirt. Her generous tits came on to the screen, and he moaned, wanting to touch the soft pillows. She looked down at the computer screen at him. “Now what, playboy?”
“Feel those beautiful tits of yours, that’s it. Pinch your nipples for me, angel.” And she did as she was told, getting them hard in her fingertips. His erection was about to burst from the seams of his pants.
He stripped off his pants, grabbing hold of his very hard cock. “Okay angel, strip off those panties and put the computer between your legs so I can see that sweet little pussy of yours.”
Off to the side she stripped off the thin material, returned to his bed and lay on her back, first placing the computer where he had a front row seat to what he wished he was sinking into instead of jacking himself at.
“Okay baby, open it up for me.” He groaned when she took her fingers, exposing her sweet pink center to him. “Sink your finger into that sweetness,” he growled.
She chuckled, “Can I play a little first?” and with just the question, he knew he was going to shoot a fucking load. Her finger teased her little nub, causing her body to shiver. Then she slipped it into herself. “Oh playboy, I’m dreaming of you…” she moaned as she continued to pleasure herself.
“Fuck angel! I love it when you talk like that. Shit!” He grunted as his hand stroked himself, trying to wait for her to get to the point. He could see the wetness glistening from her pussy. “You are so fucking wet I can see it. Are you thinking about me, angel?” he rasped as he pumped himself harder.
“Yes, oh yes, Win,” she moaned, playing with herself, teasing her swollen pierced nub; her finger swiped over the silver ball and her breathing hitched, and his accelerated. “Win, I wish it was your tongue, playboy,” she told him, panting.
“Oh fuck angel, I love it when you talk dirty to me!” He had precum rolling down his cock, and his toes were curling on the floor. “Two fingers, Addison, I want to see you cum with two fingers in you, angel!” he growled, as she started panting.
Her hips started moving with the strokes and his balls were tightening, and when she slipped two fingers into herself his toes curled at the erotic sight of her. “Oh Win, Win, yes, yes, yes! Oh I need you!” she screamed out.
His hand was jerking him with every stroke she dipped into her pussy. “That’s it angel, that’s it… Fuck!” He groaned as he came into the washcloth in his hand. Hardest fucking jack-off he’d ever had, as his dick twitched in his hand, finishing off.
The computer was no longer between her legs. She was now looking at him, smiling at him. “I’ve got to say you’re pretty damn good, getting me to cum that hard when you’re so far away from me,” she teased him.
His hand went to the back of his neck. “Oh angel, I don’t know if I can stay away from you for two weeks,” he told her, lying back down on the bed.
“I’ll be here when you get back, and in the normal places. Work or passed out on the sofa.” She smiled at him. “You get some sleep. Believe it or not, it’s pretty draining when you’re in these meetings.”
“Addison, I…”
“What?” She cocked her head, looking at him.
“Nothing… Night, angel.”
“Night.”
***
The morning took forever to get there. Win slept like shit with all the things that were racing through his mind, and especially one woman with violet eyes. But he got up and was ready to head out with his band when they were picked up in the morning. The meeting with Nickels was at a big office building in downtown Los Angeles.
The limo dropped them off, and they went into the lobby and were told to wait while the secretary made a call to Mr. Monroe. So he made his way out in his gray suit, smiling at them. “Hello guys, glad you all made it out here,” he said, shaking their hands. Nickels took Win’s hand and shook it, but giving him a wired vibe.
When they got off the elevator Nickels began showing them around. In the basement of the building were the recording studios. “So these are some of the offices, the main floor starts on the second floor, but I thought you might like to see the recording studios first,” he told them, walking throug
h the halls. But they were looking at the pictures and gold and platinum records all over the walls.
There was a whole wall with pictures of Death Ever After. But they saw others bands like Acid Pool, and Snide Sister, and about ten other huge groups. One wall had photos with individuals in the frames. It was South who caught sight of all the photos of Addison.
“Holy shit! Is that Ad?” he burst out, but already knowing it was. There must have been twenty of them of her on the wall. Win walked over to one particular picture that stood out to him. And there in an eleven by fourteen glossy photo was Addison. She had her bad-ass guitar in her hands, playing it in what looked like a concert. Her black hair was in a ponytail, she had her straw hat on along with her aviators, with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She was the epitome of a bad-ass female.
Nickels stopped in the hallway, looking annoyed with them. “Yes, that’s when she would tour with Jimmy and the guys,” he told him, trying to lead them away from that particular wall of pictures.
They went to the studios, where they walked by famous singers, who were talking amongst themselves, not even paying attention to the new guys so to speak. Win could see the excitement on South’s face, as he watched them pass by.
Nickels was explaining to them what would be expected of the band. How many albums he wanted them to have out within the first five years, that their tour schedule would be immense so he could make sure that their name got out there.
A door to one of the studios opened and a deep gruff voice was heard arguing with someone, when out walked James Richardson. Win never paid much attention to the lead singer of Death Ever After before, but he always liked their music, that is up until he found out that the lead singer was not only his angel’s ex, but also had hurt her in more ways than just mentally.
He took a good look at Addison’s estranged husband. The guy was covered in tattoos, from his neck to his fingertips. His dark brown hair was slicked back, and the man was massive. Not in weight, but with muscle. Win was the same size as him, but he definitely had a bit more muscle behind him.
His blue eyes roamed over the guys, trying to figure out why the hell they were down there. And anyone could tell this guy was still three sheets to the wind. His head turned to look at Nickels. “Who the fuck are you guys?” his deep voice asked with annoyance.
Win could see that Nickels was shocked that he was here at all. He looked behind James at a guy with flaming red hair, who shrugged at Nickels with a little chuckle. Nickels snarled at the guy, “This is the new band we’re signing to the label. Remember, I told you about them, Jimmy…Inferno. Guys, this is James Richardson, and the guys behind him are Dax Coxx, Howie Smith, and Jones Johnson.”
Jimmy’s red bloodshot eyes squinted at all of them, but when he found Win, they stayed on him. “Yeah, I remember now. That’s right, Inferno…the band from Cleveland, right, Dax?” he said over his shoulder. “And it’s the redheaded fucker that thinks that he has the right to fuck my wife, right?” he growled harshly.
Dax chuckled, and Win heard Rex voice’s whisper to Andy, ”Holy fuckin’ shit!”
Win folded his arms, trying to hold back his own temper at this stupid fuck. “From what I’ve heard she hasn’t been your wife for two years now,” he growled back at the ass.
Jimmy walked up to him, pushing his way through his guys who were trying to stop him now. But he was standing nose to nose with Win, smelling of hard liquor. “Addison has been mine since she was ten. I was her first kiss, I was her first boyfriend, I was the one who took her virginity. She’s mine, stupid fuck, just get that straight now,” he seethed.
Win chuckled at him, and he saw his eyes start to lose their fucking cool. “Really, is that what you’re going with? You might have been her first in all that shit you just spewed out. But she sleeps in my bed every night, and I’m the one holding her in my arms, asshole,” Win smirked.
James pushed him hard in the chest, and Dax and Jones came behind him to get him under control. “You don’t know my girl like I do. She’ll come back to me. She won’t give you what she gives me. She trusts only me when it comes to her velvet walls. She knows whose kids she’s going to be having, and I’ll tell you what. It sure the fuck isn’t yours,” he yelled as the guys wrestled him, starting to take him down the hall.
Win’s arms dropped and his hands curled into fists. “I can see why she left you. You had her, and you fucking hurt her! I swear it’s taking everything I have not to beat the hell out of you right fucking now!” South grabbed onto his arm as he started walking towards James, whose friends were trying to pull him away from the situation. That’s when Andy grabbed onto his other arm, trying to hold him back.
Jimmy’s friends grabbed hold of him tighter, but he pulled out of their grasp, getting back into Win’s face. But Win was done with the guy’s shit. It was time to tell him Addison was his now! “She’s mine now, dipshit. So just sign the fucking divorce papers she told me she gave you over two years ago, and let a real man marry her. I’ll take care of her like a man’s supposed to!” Win fumed. Jimmy broke free and grabbed Win’s shirt, his fist in the air to hit him, but Win grabbed Jimmy’s hand on his shirt, ready to pummel this ass holding onto him.
Nickels came rushing in to break up the argument before it became a fight right in the middle of the hallway. “Jimmy, damn it, that’s enough!” he yelled, pulling him away from Win. “Fuck! Dax, come help me!” he yelled, trying defuse the situation.
After Jimmy was pulled off Win, South finally let go of Win’s arm. “Dude, you okay?”
Win was still so pissed off he could barely keep himself in place, but he just crossed his arms, glaring at James. “Yeah, he’s a stupid fuck!”
South’s hand went to the back of his neck rubbing it, as he watched Nickels dealing with the world-famous rock star. “I would have to agree with you on that. But I never would have thought from the cd covers how fucking big he is,” South said, amazed.
Win’s arms stayed crossed; he was still seething. “Yeah, and just think, that big motherfucker hit little Addison. What is she, five four and a hundred and fifteen pounds tops!”
Nickels and Dax stood in front of Jimmy, but Nickels was the one harshly whispering something to him. Dax nodded to whatever Nickels was saying, and Jimmy turned to glare at Win, then turned back and said something to Nickels again.
Jimmy pointed his finger in Nickels’ chest, and they heard what he growled at him. “You caused this, Nickels! This is your fucking fault. Now you get her to come back home or I’m going to go get her!”
Win heard Nickels whisper something about the women, drinking and the drugs, and they could see Jimmy’s face get red with anger. “I would if she would just come home to me! She won’t even let us work this shit out! No, I’ll do whatever she wants, we just need to see each other!”
He turned, glaring at Win, and looked disgustedly at the others. “Stay away from Addison. She’s my wife, and will never be yours!” he snarled, turned and walked away. A guy with wild red hair just smiled at Win, and acted like he knew something that Win didn’t. A chill ran down his spine.
Nickels was talking with the other band members, Howie and Jones, when he nodded and made his way back to them. “Sorry about that, guys. Why don’t we go up to the top floor, and just head to the conference rooms,” Nickels said, patting Rex on the back.
“Yeah, that sounds good,“ Rex told him, still looking at Jimmy as he walked away talking to Dax, and the others who caught up with him. He saw Jones pat him on the back, and Howie shake his head. “I think we’ll see the recording studios later.”
They went up to the tenth floor to a big meeting room, where a pretty young secretary brought them bottles of water. Against the back wall was a table with food on it for them to grab a quick bite. Nickels made himself a small plate, and sat down. “So gentlemen, the contracts are ready to go. All we need is to iron out some of the particulars, and if you have any questions…?” Nickels asked, smiling at them.
South opened his water, taking a sip before he spoke up. “Do you think this is the best idea? I mean with Win dating Addison and all that. Doesn’t James Richardson own this record label along with you?” South hand ran through his hair, not quite believing what he was about to say. “Don’t you think that might cause problems for everyone involved here?”
“Really, guys, do you think you’ll be with the girls once you’re on the road? You’re going to be getting more tail than you can even imagine. Believe me when I tell you those relationships never work. It’s better to end them now before you start to build your reputation. There’s really no point hurting the ladies when we already know what happens when girls start throwing themselves at you. Anyway it’s more marketable if you’re single,” Nickels told them, sitting back, his hands together in front of him.
Win sat there looking at him, letting everything he said process in his head. “You liked us when you thought we were just a band to sign, and could make you some money. But when you came to Cleveland and saw that the girls were not only there, but had made friends with us…you knew how to get them to come back home.”
Nickels sat forward. “We liked your band before we knew our girls were even there. But yes, I thought the friendship would help them come back home.” He leaned back looking at Win, and then the others. “I’m a businessman, and what I see when I look at you guys is a group who could make it big, making the both of us lots of money. That’s beneficial for both of us.”
Win nodded, not believing a damn word that he was saying. “I find it funny that when you found out that I was with Addison, you flew our asses out here pretty damn quickly. Now you’re telling me that I should my end my relationship with her. So you thought you could get rid of me with what…the temptation of pussy?” he said, pushing his way from the table. “Look, your boy fucked up his marriage with this remarkable woman I have in my life. Only a fool would walk away from something that only by chance he was blessed with.”
Win was getting ready to leave, looking at the others at the table. “You can keep all the fucking money. My angel just wants me, and I’m good with that. Besides, she’s a doctor, can’t wait to have my sugar momma taking care of me,” he chuckled, winking at Nickels, who looked like he was ready to lose his own shit, as his plans to get the girls back to L.A. slipped through his fingers.
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