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PROLOGUE
Hollis
The pounding pulse of the club music vibrates through my entire body.
It doesn’t matter what country or city you’re in, all these places are the same.
Too loud music, overflowing drinks, and sweaty bodies gyrating together.
The sexy brunette who’s latched onto me for the night grinds her ass against my dick.
“Someone’s getting laid tonight,” Cannon, one of my best friends and the bass player in our band, calls out to me.
I smirk back at him even as he looks on in disapproval.
Last night. Tonight. Tomorrow night.
They’re all the same, only different faces—and fuck, most of the time I don’t even remember them.
The girl turns, wrapping her arms around my neck and pushing her rock hard fake breasts into my chest. I suppress a groan.
She licks her plump overly filled lips, looking at me through hooded eyes. “My place or yours?” she purrs.
“Neither,” a new voice growls.
I turn, stumbling in my drunken state.
“Oh shit,” I mutter.
My bandmates exchange similar sentiments.
“I drove all the way to D.C. for your sorry asses. Why am I not surprised you’re at a place like this?”
The middle-aged man shakes his head, clearly disappointed with us.
“Hayes, man,” I plead, my vision slightly blurred. “It’s only some harmless fun.”
“Yeah, harmless fun when you’re supposed to start recording your first studio album tomorrow. You might’ve had a few successful singles but don’t think for a minute if you fuck up people won’t move on to the next band.”
I swallow thickly at his threat.
Joshua Hayes is the guitarist for one of the biggest bands in theworldand we’re damn lucky he wants us to be his first producing job.
“I’m sorry.”
He looks like my words mean nothing. I guess they don’t—they’re some of my favorite and I rarely mean them, so why would now be any different.
“We thought one more night of fun before we buckled down to record our album would be okay,” Fox, another friend, and the guitarist, calls out. He’s the jokester out of all of us—the rest of us are far too broody and serious, at least according to the media. They have no idea who wereallyare. We’ve only just started to have a taste of fame and it’s already obvious that the media will paint you however they want.
I prefer to think of myself as introspective and a deep thinker.
Unless you put a hot chick in front of me—then all I think about isass, ass,and moreass.
Maybe the media isn’t too off base on me then.
“Yeah, well it’snotokay. At least not for me. I want to know you’re serious—because if you aren’t then I’m not wasting my time. What you’re doing here …thisdoes nothing to alleviate my worries.”
Harsh.
