“Right,” I said. “You enjoy the show?”
“I enjoy everything about you,” she said.
I saw from the corner of my eye Liv coming toward us.
This should be fun…
Liv stood next to me and I could feel the raging bitch pouring from her.
“Who’s this?” Liv asked.
“My friend Steph,” I said. “I think she wants an autograph.”
“Please,” Steph said.
“What am I signing?” I asked.
“These?” she asked and pointed to her tits.
I looked at Liv and grinned. “It’s all for the fans, right?”
“Steph, did you come with anyone?” Liv asked.
“Me? Uh, yeah. My boyfriend. He works security. He snuck me back here.”
“Where is he?” Liv asked.
“Right there,” Steph said.
I stuck my fingers into my mouth and whistled at the tall, bald chunk of muscle.
He gave a wave and walked over.
“I hope this is cool, man,” he said. “She loves you guys.”
“No worries,” I said. “She wants me to sign her tits.”
“I know,” he said.
“You’re okay with that?” Liv asked.
“It’s cool,” he said.
“See?” I asked Liv. “It’s cool.”
“Fine,” Liv said. She pointed to Steph’s boyfriend. “Drop them.”
“What?” he asked.
“Your pants. Let’s go. Drop them.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Steph asked.
“What? You show your tits to my boyfriend… I get to see your boyfriend’s dick. You nervous? Hiding something? Steroids?”
I stood there, nodding.
Liv was nothing but a bad ass. And she knew how to survive on the road and with shows like nobody else could.
Steph and her boyfriend stood in complete shock.
Liv then handed me a marker.
I gently reached for Steph’s hand and took the piece of paper out of her hand that was her printed ticket.
I signed it and drew a set of big tits and made a circle around them with a line through it.
“There you go, babe,” I said.
I turned and put my arm around Liv.
We walked and she looked back. “Stupid bitch.”
“Ah, don’t be jealous,” I said.
“I’m not jealous. She’s just stupid.”
“Jealous.”
I leaned down and kissed Liv.
She pushed me away. “I kind of wish that guy had shown me his dick.”
I froze in place. “Yeah?”
Liv reached up and slapped my face. “Look who’s jealous now.”
I took her hand and we went to the back of the club and met up with the rest of the band.
“Where to now?” Jay asked. “I’m feeling… stripperish.”
“We can shut some places down,” Dex said. “Leave our mark.”
“Trash the hotel?” Sab asked.
“Order some really high end escorts,” Reed said. “On Toby’s credit card.”
“All great things to do,” I said.
“What’s your choice, bro?” Jay asked me with a grin.
“I have a private stripper,” I said.
Liv elbowed me.
“It’s not a lie,” I said. “And I can shut down the hotel bar… and trash my hotel room… and go buy Liv some slutty lingerie on Toby’s credit card. So I guess I get everything.”
“Fucking prick,” Dex said.
“That he is,” Liv said.
“And you deal with it?” Reed asked.
“Good dick,” she said.
“There’s five members of this band,” Sab said. “I mean… we put our careers on the line for you, Olivia. At the very least…”
“We’re going to need a new drummer,” I said.
“He wouldn’t do anything anyway,” Jay said. “Sab is saving himself for someone special.”
We all laughed.
“Fuck you guys,” Sab said.
“Come on, babe, let’s get out of here,” I said.
I broke away from Liv to go hug the guys. There was just something… my brothers. Some things I just couldn’t put to words but they knew it. They felt it. We spent a week in the studio putting together a handful of songs that were already streaming and breaking records. SLECK had a hell of a team to push the band even more. Talks of a massive tour were in the works along with a new album, an acoustic album, and a live album.
When I got to Sab, I playfully slapped his face. “My advice, go doggy style tonight. So you could balance your phone on her back. So you could still text…”
“I hope Liv cuts your dick off,” Sab said.
“You’d need a chainsaw for that, bro. For how hard she makes me…”
Sab laughed. “You’re fucking sick.”
“That I am,” I said. “That I fucking am.”
I walked back to Liv and she grabbed for my shirt.
We snuck out the back of the club and got into a waiting car.
I made damn sure to bring Bill with us.
He was enjoying the lifestyle too.
As we drove away, fans yelled and screamed at the car even though they couldn’t be sure who was inside.
Ten million fans meant nothing compared to ten seconds staring at Liv.
Bill looked at me in the mirror and nodded.
I nodded back.
I leaned toward Liv. “Detour, babe.”
“Detour? What does that mean?”
I interlocked my fingers to hers and said nothing else.
Bill pulled up to the little I along the dark and quiet street.
I got out of the car and hurried to the other side and opened Liv’s door.
“What is this?” she asked.
“Getting a cup of coffee,” I said.
“Coffee?”
“I’ll show you.”
She took my hand and I walked to the door.
“This place is closed,” she said.
I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
She gasped. “How…”
I pointed to the table in the corner.
There was a little cup of coffee sitting there.
“Nash…”
“This was where you waited, babe,” I said. “The day you signed your deal. Right? I remember you telling me the name.” I got closer to her ear. “And then you sent me that filthy picture from the bathroom… your tits looked so good reflecting in the mirror.”
“That’s the only reason you remember this place,” she said.
I laughed and walked her to the table.
She sat down. “How?”
“When you’re rich and famous, babe, you get anything you want,” I said.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah.”
I was still wearing the same clothes from the show. They were sweaty. I smelled like whiskey, sweat, and loud music. But that was okay. I leaned back and reached into my pocket. I felt the diamond on the ring and felt something else…
Nervous.
I was nervous.
She made me nervous.
I reached across the table and slid the coffee out of the way. I opened my hand and put the ring on the table.