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“Another bathroom fuck?” Olivia asks, sipping her drink.
“Yep.”
Remi shakes his head looking toward the dance floor. “You better hope the label doesn’t hear about it.”
I laugh as the waitress places two beers in front of me. “The label doesn’t own my dick.”
He snaps his head toward me, anger clear on his face. “They own us all. Jennifer already told you that you can fuck anyone, anytime, just not in public. Christ, take them to your damn apartment.”
“No chick is welcome in my apartment. That’s my space.” I tip back the beer, letting the cold liquid try to cool me down. I blow out a breath, running my fingers through my hair as I look at him. “This band is my life. I will never do anything to fuck that up for me or for you guys. You know me better than that. I will die before I’d let that happen.”
Everett and Lane sit down, laughing about something that happened. Remi and I are still staring at each other and the laugher dies down quickly.
“Shit, what’s going on?” Everett asks, looking between the two of us.
“Nothing,” I hiss, turning to look at him. I smile as I sip my beer. “I was just reminding Remi that this band is my life.”
Sometimes I think Remi is jealous of all the ass I get. He’s had the same pussy for years and I think he resents me for being able to fuck anyone anytime I want. He may play the role of the happy boyfriend, but I know differently. He’s confessed on many drunken nights that being with her feels more like an obligation now. Once he’s sober though, he’ll deny ever saying it. I think she likes the power she feels she has over him. I also believe that Olivia is the one who puts this shit in his head about the label. She doesn’t want the chicks around, especially now, because we are going on tour and she’ll be staying here in New York.
“You guys wanna get out of here? We can go back to my place,” Lane suggests.
“Nah, I’m gonna finish my beers and head home. We need to meet with the label early tomorrow,” I say.
“You guys missed Everett trying to impress some chick with his dance moves,” Lane says, laughing.
“Shut the fuck up! She was all over me after those moves,” Everett yells.
“Cause she wanted you to stop,” Lane replies.
We all laugh while Olivia shakes her head. Lane notices, too, and looks at me. I shrug and he shakes his head.
“The label won’t like that,” Olivia says, flipping her hair.
“Babe, enough,” Remi says.
“You guys need to remember you are representing the entire band, not just yourselves and your dicks,” she continues.
Everett nearly falls off the chair laughing, which causes Lane and I to laugh even harder. “Olivia, stop trying to be our mother all the time. It’s fucking annoying,” Everett says.
“I’m just trying to help,” she pouts.
I shake my head as Remi wraps his arm around her. “It’s okay babe.”
I done dealing with this dumb shit for the night. She’s ruining my buzz. I toss money down on the table as I stand up. “I’m out of here. I’ll see you guys in the morning. No one better fucking be late.”
I don’t wait for them to reply, I just walk away. On my way to the door, I’m stopped several times for photos or fans wanting my autograph. When I finally make it out the door, I’m smiling. Life is fucking good.
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My driver, Anthony, is waiting outside my building as I walk out the front door. “Good morning, Mr. Donovan,” he says, opening the back door.
“Kegan. I keep telling you that,” I say, climbing in.
He pulls away from the building and I stare out the window. I love living in New York. There’s always something going on no matter what time it is. It’s how I like it, exciting and never ending. Lane and I grew up in a small two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. My dad took off and my mom worked her ass off to keep food on the table. Even at a young age, I knew that I would do whatever it took to make sure she’d be taken care of when I was old enough.
Remi and Everett grew up pretty much the same. The only difference was Remi had a father figure, and Everett had many that tried to be when his mom would bring them home. All of us wanted more and we’ve all fought our own battles to get where we are now. I wouldn’t have made it this far without them, and not just because of the talent they possess. They’ve all been there for me no matter what the situation. As I have for them. We are more than just friends and bandmates, we are family.
The car stops, jolting me slightly and I realize we are outside JRJ already. Anthony has my door open before I even manage to get my phone back in my pocket.
