No Commitment (Capital Kingsmen #1) - Lisa Suzanne Page 0,3
me later,” she always told me. We were good friends. She thought I was kidding.
I wasn’t.
I was so close to having it all with her. Centimeters away, really. So goddamn close.
And then Tommy stepped in with his bright idea for me to go on some stupid ass reality show as a way for me to talk up Capital Kingsmen.
I don’t like the idea any more than Dani does, but I don’t have the luxury of backing out. Tommy, Brett, and Dustin were all on board, and we’ve settled a lot of band shit over the years by majority. Some I win, and some I lose. It just so happens that this time I was on the losing end.
And apparently I’ve lost in more ways than one.
Dani is not happy with me.
I’m sure this will pass. We’ve talked every day and every night. We text when we can’t talk. She’s my girlfriend as far as I’m concerned, and this is just a dumb fight. Every couple has them, right? This is just our first.
I text her.
Me: I’m sorry, D. I don’t like it any more than you do.
She doesn’t answer right away, and I’m too tired after a really long day to wait up.
Besides, I need my sleep for tomorrow. It’s the final day on our tour, which means after the show we’ll be getting fucked up until the break of dawn.
When I wake up in the morning, though, I still don’t have a response from her. Is she serious? I asked her that last night, and she said she was...but I sort of assumed she wasn’t. Not really, anyway.
It’s just a fight...right?
I thought I’d gotten to know her pretty well over the last couple months. Maybe not.
I try again.
Me: Are you really not talking to me?
I hate the cloud that hangs over me as I wait for her reply.
I head out to the forward cabin of our bus, where I find Tommy and Brett talking. “Did you hear Noteworthy is cancelling a two-year tour overseas?” Brett asks.
“Because of the bassist?” Tommy asks, and Brett nods.
My brows push together. “What happened to the bassist?” I ask since bass is my specialty, too.
Tommy runs his thumb along his throat, and I decode that to mean that the bassist is either dead or no longer with the band. I’m not in the mood to play verbal ping pong with Tommy this morning, though, so I don’t bother asking.
Instead, I brew a cup of coffee and top it off with some whiskey.
“Starting already?” Brett asks, nodding toward my cup.
I shrug. “Fight with the lady,” I explain, and Brett nods.
Tommy, however, seems entirely uninterested. We’ve been each other’s wingmen for as far back as I can remember, and he’s been more of an asshole than usual toward me since I stopped wanting random hook-ups after shows in favor of going back to my bunk to call Dani.
“Must’ve been one hell of a fight,” Tommy says. “Does this mean you’re in for some fun tonight? Or are you going to be a pussy and go to bed after the show?”
“It’s the last night of our tour,” I say. “Of course I’ll be there. Just because I don’t want to hook up doesn’t make me a pussy.” Although even I have to admit...I do sort of sound like a pussy.
“That reminds me,” Tommy says. “If you can find some little filly to seduce while you’re on Rock on the Road, do it. Sex sells, and you’ll get way more screen time if you’re hooking up.”
“It’s a comp to fill a bassist position in an all-male band, but yeah, okay, if there’s a chick there in the competition, I’ll be sure to cozy up to her.” I roll my eyes at Tommy.
“Dude, you never know,” Tommy says. “And if you and the old ball and chain are already on the outs and you’re heading into a closed door house with no phone for the next month, you’re gonna need something to keep your dick from falling off.”
“Did your mother drop you a lot as a child?” I ask, and Brett’s laughter follows me as I exit the forward cabin and walk toward the office in the back of the bus for no other reason than I need to get away from Tommy for a while. I love the guy, but he can be a lot to take. And right now, he wants to tell me how to run my life.