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“Why? Why should I? You’ve had your hands on me for months. Hands that have touched me before. That I had no clue about while you remembered our history. Hands that managed to land you a job atmylabel, that soughtmeout, that wrapped aroundmy cocklike a fucking obsessed stalker.” His words got louder, so that by the time he’d finished, he was shouting and breathless, drawing attention from the people in the room.
Matt stepped forward. “Enough,” he barked. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Fox?”
“Him,” he screamed. “He fucked me and then got a job managingourband because he’s obsessed with me.”
Matt was huge, but as he leaned over Fox, he was truly terrifying. “Addi found Dawson and offered him the job. He told her you’d fucked, and that you didn’t remember. He didn’t want to take it, but she begged him because she knew he could take care of you and after Miami, she knew you needed someone who could handle your shit.”
Fox’s eyes widened at the mere mention of what happened, but then his anger reared its ugly head again. “Bullshit. Are you all in on this?”
Matt lowered his voice. “Grow up, Fox. I’m sure your cock isn’t that impressive to make grown men stalk you and get a job managing your band in the hope you might fuck them again.”
Before any of us could say anything, Lea appeared, dressed in a stunning black fitted suit, her hair in rollers and her glasses on, but her expression was one I’d never seen before; pinched, angry… actually, fucking furious.
Hand on hip, she stood next to Matt. “What are you all doing here? I told you I didn’t want to see you.”
“Le—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she hissed quietly. “Don’t any of you think you can find the words to make me forgive you for last night or this… today is everything to me. To my business. I’ve been working towards it for months. I’ve bent my life around your needs and I’ve made it work, even if that meant me working on a tour bus at 4 am when you were all asleep. I did it because you meant the world to me. But then last night not one of you could be there for me, then I left the house this morning without one word of support. And now this…” She glared at us.
“You turn up when you know I’m going to be stressed and busy because you’re selfish fuckers. You’re worried I’m upset with you so, even though I asked you not to, you show up here and distract me and worse, you make a scene that half my staff can hear. Next time you’re on stage Fox, should I walk on and have a row with Marshall and then beg for your forgiveness, because I can’t think about anyone but myself? Fuck off. Seriously. All of you. Fuck off.”
“Sugar.”
“Don’t. Don’t say a word. There is nothing you can say to make this better. I swear, I’m not even angry. I’m just so disappointed with you all. For how you treated me last night and this morning, but this… this is a whole new level of selfish fuckery. I don’t want you here and if you don’t leave on your own, Matt here will throw you out.”
Matt folded his arms over his chest.
“We’re going, but we’ll see you tonight, right?” Dawson asked.
“You’ll see me, but I’ll be working, so stay away… well away.”
She nodded to Matt, looking like she was going to walk away, but then she glanced back over her shoulder. “Fox, for someone who loves me, your words in that email hurt the most. After the last twenty-four hours, I hope this curse is made up too, but imagine the damage you could have done to us all if Thomas lied for you.”
Fox’s face crumpled as Matt nodded to the door. “You need to leave, and I suggest you find a way to make this right.”
Fox
Iletmyheadfall to Archer’s kitchen island. “Fuck, I’ve messed up so bad.”
“Yes,” Nee replied.
“What the fuck am I going to do to make it better?”
“I wish I could tell you there was something simple you could do, but you hurt her… all three of you, and then you added fuel to the fire. She won’t make it easy on you, and I don’t blame her. That email… what were you thinking?”
“I was drunk.”
“Wow, yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna cut it.”
“Fuck off, Nee.”
Archer shoved me. “Hey, man, I love you, but don’t speak to her like that. It’s not her fault you fucked up. Your mess, you sort it.”
I glanced up at one of my two best friends who’d been in my life since we were teenagers and currently looked like he was about to murder me. “Shit sorry, Nee. Hangover, stress… It’s no excuse, but you know how I feel about her.”
“You love her, yeah?”
“Yes.”
