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I don’t know how many times I’ve been through these gates during the past few days, but you would think they know me by now.
“You’re going to have to wait,” the security guard says, holding me back. I cross my arms over my chest in anger.
“I need to get back there before the show starts,” I protest.
“We have to clear the area for a few minutes,” the security guard, a large man, wearing a black t-shirt with white lettering that reads SECURITY states as he turns his back to me.
“I have a pass,” I declare, tapping him on his shoulder and shoving it in his face.
“So do a lot of people,” he says in a bored tone, turning back around as a group of people walk through the blocked off VIP area.
“My boyfriend is about to go on and I’m gonna be late.” The minute I say it I internally cringe because I know how that sounds. “I’m in a fucking hurry.”
“Jack O’Donnell is coming through,” the security guard explains.
“Oh,” I say mockingly, “Jack O’Donnell is coming through.” I motion with my hand. “Are we not allowed to make eye contact too?” I ask in a snotty tone, which elicits a snort from the security guard.
“I’m just doing my job, ma’am,” he makes the mistake of saying.
“Do I look like a fucking ma’am to you?” I ask, haughtily.
He turns around to assess me, white sneakers, jean shorts, and anAdrian Corvin Bandt-shirt – the one with cool sun graphic and cactus outline. My brown hair is down in messy beach waves, and I pull my sunglasses down further on my nose to get a better look at this guy.
Just then, Jack O’Donnell and his entourage walks by security like a fucking circus, and I shake my head. Security closes in tightly, and I tap my foot impatiently while they walk by as if they have all the time in the world. Meanwhile, I’m going to miss Adrian’s show.
The security guard turns back towards me, flips the lock on the gate and opens it for me. “About fucking time,” I say, shaking my head, and then make my way through the VIP area.
Backstage is chaotic with roadies moving equipment, guitar techs racing around, and other artists gathering together in groups before their show starts.
Racing through the crowds, I finally see Adrian. He’s wearing a bandana to keep his hair out of his face, tight jeans, and a graphic t-shirt that stretches tight over his biceps while he chats with one of the engineers.
Racing through the crowd to get to him, he sees me coming and turns his attention towards me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I reach up for a kiss, and the backstage noise becomes background static. His hand wraps around my waist, holding me tight to him.
“You kept me waiting,” he rasps in my ear, and I can feel his smile against my cheek.
“Blame it on Jack O’Donnell and his big fucking ego blocking off the VIP area so he couldwalkthrough.” I use air quotes. “Who does he think he is? The fucking President?” I complain.
Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I look up at Adrian’s eyes to see he’s looking past me with a smirk on his face.
“If that is Jack O’Donnell standing behind me,” I don’t finish my sentence as I shake my head, trying to gain my composure.
When I turn around, I am met with piercing blue eyes, a jaw that could cut glass, and a presence that sucks all the air from the space between us.
“Is this your girl?” Jack asks Adrian who has an arm wrapped around me. He’s either trying to keep me from lunging at Jack, or he’s possessively making sure that Jack knows who I belong to.
“Excuse me?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Am I fucking invisible?” I feel Adrian’s arm tighten around me.
Jack turns his gaze back on me, a smile spreading on his handsome face. “What’s your name?” he asks.
“Lake Kennedy,” I reply pointedly.
Jack levels his gaze on me, and I try not to let it show that his piercing blue eyes affect me. He could probably have me kicked out of the VIP area and then what would I do? Adrian will be disappointed, and I’ll be kicking myself that I couldn’t keep my mouth in check.
“I’ll be sure to let security know to let you through next time.” He nods in Adrian’s direction. “Enjoyed your show at theRhythm Roomlast week,” Jack says.
Adrian moves me to his side. “Thanks, man.”
Jack smiles at me before turning and walking away.
