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“Any other time I would warn you that you may be dating a drama queen, but I get the sense this isn’t the case,”Sean says, lips twisting.“Alright, well I’m willing to have a go at the contract they send over. Finn? Ronan?”
“Yeah, got nothing better to do.”Ronan smirks.
“Don't you have an apartment?”Finn says out of the blue.“What are you doing with it while you live out of a bus?”
“I am moving out tomorrow morning and letting it go.” I grin. It’s kind of freeing in a sense to be a nomad, and I’ll be able to spend every night with Layla wrapped in my arms.
“Oh, you got it bad.”Finn smirks.“Yeah, I’m in. I want to see where this all goes. I demand popcorn!”
Rolling my eyes, I say, “I missed you assholes too. Talk soon. Oh, and the man hiring you is Layla’s uncle, so maybe don’t mention that you think she’s a dramatic princess. It also couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll behave. I still want to meet the woman who stole your heart. You’re one the prickliest bastards I know,”Finn says.
It’s true, but Layla softens me. She also brings out the protecter in me, so the guys she’s meeting better fucking watch it.
“Yeah, maybe. I have to pack up my shit, but we’ll definitely chat soon. Don’t lose my number.” In the true asshole fashion, I disconnect the call without saying goodbye.
Smirking at the middle finger emojis I receive in a newly created group chat, I hum under my breath as I start to pack.
Three
ATLAS
I’m so bored. Propping my legs up on the table in our hotel, I take a drag of my blunt as I stare up at the ceiling. I just want to forget that our tour is over for now. The high of badly behaving and playing our way through Europe was a pretty great way to ignore our Stateside mistakes. Damn, Lyrica, why did you have to go off the fucking rails?
Mav and I went into hiding from our own life five years ago on an international tour. It was the perfect way to disappear, get lost in the music, and we had a blast. Even made a new friend, even if he is psychotic.
Now the record label told us that we’re unfortunately getting a babysitter for our new performer. Jordan and the other execs explained that we are considered a liability right now, and that no one else will have us.
Fucking great.
“Are you in your head again, boy?” Mav asks, making my lips twitch slightly as he launches his big frame onto the couch.It’s a good fucking thing that this thing is made for nuclear destruction. If it was super fancy furniture, it would be kindling now and we’d both be on the ground.
We aren’t staying in a complete shithole, but it’s not the Ritz. We want to fly under the radar without the media figuring out we’re back in the States after a long hiatus overseas. It was the only way for us to be able to try to forget Layla.
Burlington, Vermont also has some of our favorite dive bars, so we are spending this week getting stoned and drunk before we have to reign in our shit for whatever goody two-shoes the label is giving us.
Jordan has been good to us over the years, even though we didn’t deserve it after what happened with his niece. Our intentions didn’t align with what she needed or wanted. Besides, I’m pretty sure she’s dating someone now.
Not that I’ve been stalking the internet for information on her or anything.
“A bit,” I admit to Mav as he settles his head in my lap. My dick immediately twitches, making sure to announce that our hot boyfriend is incredibly close to it and we want attention.
Down boy. Daddy will give us what we need when we deserve it.
I will say, the time away has allowed Mav and I to engage in some pretty kinky shit. We’ve shared women in sex clubs, dominated them together, but surprisingly neither of us have fucked them.
There’s a lot you can do to edge and tease a woman before giving her the release she begs for without even taking your dick out of your pants.
It’s something we agreed upon, we’ll only ever fuck each other. It seems odd, but we know we’re committed to each other. We’re the only ones that know every dirty secret about the other and we still accept the other.
He’s my ride or die. No one else will understand our choices.
Taking another hit from the blunt, my lips twitch as Mav’s eyes zero in on them.
“You got any to share there, Altas?” he teases. Mav has thick lips, and they’re meant to wrap around my cock and suck. He’s gorgeous with thick black hair and amber eyes I could drown in any day. There’s so much his soulful eyes can say when they’re not shuttered and locked down.
“Hmm,” I say, leaning over to press my lips against his. Mav opens his mouth, so I can exhale hard, shotgunning my smoke. There’s a vague stinging sensation along my scalp as he digs his fingers into my naturally spiky hair. I’ve let it grow out a bit more, loving the pain when he pulls on it.
