Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
In most cases, I wouldn’t even be allowed through the door of this place, but after putting up a fight the first night, the bar staff have become more than familiar with me and allow me to chill here where they can keep an eye on me.
I don’t get a chance to speak with Ezra before they start their set, but it doesn’t matter because I know afterward, he’s going to want to celebrate, and when he does, I’ll drop it on him then. Maybe we could go somewhere private, just the two of us. A motel or down to the lake. It’s not a cold night, and with the moonlight glistening off the water, it would be beautiful. I might get a mosquito bite to the ass, but it’ll be more than worth it.
The boys are in the middle of their second song, performing for the crowded bar of screaming women, when three men in business suits stride through the door. People don’t wear business suits around here, so there’s no doubt in my mind that these are the men from the label. The chorus of “Hypothetically Yours” fills the bar, and as the men take a seat to my left, Ezra’s eyes come to mine, a silent question lingering within them, wondering if I think these are the men they’ve been waiting for.
I nod and his face lights up like Christmas morning, and when he glances to Ax and nods, they both grin like idiots.
I watch the suits as they watch the band, and there’s no denying they’re impressed with what they see. Though, how could they not be? They’re incredible, and anyone with a single brain cell would be able to see it. They’re not the run-of-the-mill garage band. They have that spark that everyone looks for, the fire and drive to go the whole way, and what’s more, the moment they finish their set, the crowd is always begging for more.
By the time they’re halfway through their setlist, there’s a line outside the door waiting to get in, and girls are pressed up against the windows, peering in for just the chance at laying their eyes on Demon’s Curse.
The bar staff looks busier than ever, and the owner comes over to me, offering me complimentary drinks and fries to keep me happy. After all, he learned quickly that as long as I was happy and allowed to sit here to watch the boys, then they’ll continue to come back.
By the time the boys are wrapping their final song, I’ve never been more excited or anxious. Don’t get me wrong, I could sit here for the rest of my life and listen to Ezra sing, and I’d be the happiest girl who ever lived, but the thought of what we’re going to do tonight has me more than ready to get out of here.
I can’t resist him another moment. I know he’s been biding his time, trying to wait until I was older and our age gap didn’t seem so daunting, but I’m sixteen now. I’m a woman, and I’m sick of just trying to tell him with words how much he means to me. I want to show him. I want to feel him, and more than that, I want him to feel me.
The adoring fans scream for the boys, and I try not to let it affect me. There’s no denying that every bone in my body was infused with copious amounts of jealousy and a sick sense of possession the day Ezra Knight came waltzing through my front door. And despite the way he keeps his dark gaze on me, I can’t help but despise the beautiful women screaming his name.
The boys leave the stage and make their way through the rowdy crowd toward me, but the three men in suits intercept them, and when they offer the band to join them at their booth, I can’t help but watch with a stupid grin as they talk and shake hands.
It seems to last forever, but when they all stand and say their goodbyes, Ezra’s gaze shoots to me, and without a damn word spoken between us, I know exactly what just went down.
The suits make their way out of the bar, and the boys desperately try to maintain their professionalism, but the second the door closes behind them, the cheering begins. Axel throws himself onto the table, roaring with excitement as Ezra races to me, scoops me off my barstool, and spins me around. The atmosphere in the bar ramps up, and suddenly all these people we don’t know are celebrating with us.
“What’d they say?” I ask as he balances me back on my feet, his hands so warm at my waist.
“They want to see us again, but it looks like they’re going to sign us,” he tells me. “They want to talk between themselves, let it sit for a few days, and then they’re going to bring us an offer.”