Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Knowing the group would eventually make their way over to me, I waved over one of the roadies waiting nearby and had him lay out some free merchandise on the table in front of me. They might have been here to meet Braxton, but there was no way that I’d get away with brooding alone in the corner. Not as Bound’s front man.
I loved meeting the people who connected with our music. Just not so much when I wanted to choke Braxton while fucking the shit out of her. It was all I could think about. We were playing with fire, but they pretended it didn’t burn.
Ten minutes later, I was shaking hands and signing T-shirts. Another half-hour and I was waving them out the door. I turned to Braxton the moment we were alone.
Well, mostly.
“Good job,” I told her once I had her attention. I wanted to say more, perhaps something less condescending, but my lips wouldn’t move.
The blank look she gave me told me she wasn’t flattered. “I didn’t do it to impress you.”
My smirk I failed to catch made her eyes light up like a Christmas tree—if that tree were on fire. “Nonetheless.”
Sighing, she turned to walk off. “Get fucked, Houston. I’m busy.”
I studied the curve of her ass as she stormed for the door.
She was heading back to the buses, and I swallowed the urge to follow her. I wondered if she could read my thoughts or simply felt me watching her, and that was why she peeked over her shoulder at the last minute.
The cold look she gave me before disappearing through the door had the opposite effect she intended.
I had two choices at this point.
Get a grip or get a groupie.
I followed Braxton to the open door, leaning my shoulder on the jamb as she spoke to one of the roadies. He pointed her in the direction of the buses, and she took off, unaware of the chaos around her as the crew tore down and prepared to load our equipment in the cargo trucks.
Meanwhile, there was another crew with a replica setting up in Dallas for Monday night’s show. The label had greedily packed our schedule to squeeze every penny they could, knowing it would be the last they would make out of us. Negotiations were already in the works to buy back every one of our masters, even if it bankrupted us.
The moment I was sure Braxton was gone, I found Rich, who was talking shop with one of our stage techs. The roadie, seeing the look on my face, scrammed mid-sentence. Rich looked confused until he noticed me.
“You really need to work on your people skills,” he preached for the thousandth time.
As usual, I ignored him.
People rarely saw a good person when you were too nice. All they saw was a mark.
“Did something happen between you and Braxton?” I got right to the point.
Rich’s silence said it all, but I still wanted to hear him say it. “Do you really want to do this right now? Right here?”
“Yes or no, Rich?” He shrugged before looking off and keeping his mouth closed. The last time Rich was this stubborn he’d lit a match to his life and was still trying to clean up the mess. Braxton’s defiance was spreading through my camp like an incurable disease. She needed to be stopped. “Have it your way.”
I started for the tunnel that Braxton had just disappeared through.
“Wait. Where are you going?” Rich called out. When I didn’t stop or turn back, he rushed after me until he reached my side.
“If you won’t tell me, I’ll make Braxton.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“As a fucking heart attack.”
“Fine! All right!” he yelled, making me stop in my tracks halfway through the tunnel. “We fooled around, but we didn’t have sex, so just leave her alone. You’ve done enough.”
Had I?
I thought I’d made myself clear, but every move I made, the three of them found a way to outmaneuver me.
I moved Braxton to another bus, and they followed her.
I fucked her, knowing Loren was too proud and Rich too cautious, and Braxton somehow convinced them to act outside of their nature. I know because she’d done the same to me.
Fucking her hadn’t been planned.
Wanting more was the most shocking surprise of all.
When I reached the end of the tunnel and burst through the security door, I found an even bigger problem on my hands. Braxton’s bus was being towed away as she stood on the side with everything she owned at her feet.
Again.
“What the hell happened?” Rich wondered out loud. I didn’t respond, knowing it was rhetorical since I’d been with him. He repeated his question to Braxton the moment we reached her side.
“Bus broke down. Something about the radiator. They’re towing it to the nearest shop to see if they can get it running again by morning.”