with a cocky grin, as if he thinks I’m taking his side.
“Not you, asshole. I’ll deal with you later.” I point at the pretty little brunette he left behind in this savage-ass crowd of guys. “Your girl.”
He looks pissed when our security team guides his girl up to the stage to join us.
Not giving a shit that I’m holding up the final song, I grab my stool and pull it forward for her. Then I grab her hand and walk her over to it. “What’s your name?”
“Melody. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t breathe right now.” She’s so excited to be near me that she’s shaking and actually having a tough time catching her breath as she anxiously fans herself off. “I can’t believe you touched my hand. Or that I’m up here right now. Holy shit! My friends are never going to believe this. You’re Madden Parker. The Madden Parker.”
Grinning, I grab her chin and run my thumb over her bottom lip, wanting her asshole boyfriend to see how a man is supposed to handle a woman. “I’ll make sure you get some pictures to show your friends.”
I release her chin and take a step back. Her eyes roam down my wet chest, checking me out. “What’s your boyfriend’s name?”
Her lip trembles. “Brad. His name is Brad Jacobs,” she answers.
I back away and look out toward Brad, who doesn’t seem to have that cocky grin on his face anymore now that his girl is up here with me. He knows he fucked up.
Crouching down, I keep my gaze right on him as I speak.
“Now, let’s fucking continue, shall we?”
Once I jump back into singing the lyrics, the rest of the band begins playing, joining in. Just as expected, the entire room is singing along to the song I wrote. I’ll never get over that feeling. Not ever. No matter how stressed this lifestyle can get sometimes.
When we get toward the end of the song, I grab Melody’s hand and pull her up to the front of the stage, stepping in close to her. I’m so close that I can feel her heavy breathing hitting my neck.
“Here’s to Brad Jacobs. Everyone join in. You know the deal.”
“…fuck Brad. She’s better off without you…”
As soon as the last lyric leaves my lips, I wrap my hand into the back of Melody’s hair and pull her in for a kiss, while giving Brad the middle finger with my free hand.
I bite her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth, making sure that Brad gets a good look of his girl’s mouth being devoured by me.
The crowd continues to repeat the chorus, up until I finally pull away and run my thumb over her lip, wiping the wetness from my mouth away.
From the veins bulging out of Brad’s neck and forehead, I’d say my little show worked and he’s pissed. The asshole should know not to push females around. That’s how you get your ass kicked or your girl taken; possibly both.
And since I can’t cause another scene and end up in jail right now, due to commitments and such, kicking his ass is out of the question. The least I can do is make him leave here feeling like a loser.
“Brad will be kicking his own ass for not treating you with more respect. Maybe he’ll change his ways now,” I whisper against her lips. “If not, then leave his ass behind and find someone else who will.”
Melody stands there speechless, most likely in a state of shock as she runs her tongue over her lips and nods. She’s in a daze. It’s the effect I seem to have on women these days. Funny the kind of power a little fame will give a person.
I release her hair and nod behind her. “Wait for us backstage and we’ll get you some pictures before you leave.”
“Holy shit… thank you!” She backs up slowly, keeping her attention on me, until Landon Beckett, our drummer, grabs her shoulder, causing her to turn around and look at him.
She must be freaking out over Landon too, because I hear him laughing as he guides her backstage.
“What the hell was that?” Hendrix Drake, our bassist, walks across the stage and tosses a fresh water to me. “This shouldn’t surprise me. You’re always doing some crazy shit on stage. I’m sure a new hashtag will pop up soon.”
“Yeah… well, her asshole boyfriend shouldn’t have pushed her around in front of me. He’s lucky I didn’t jump