Stroke It - Brooke Page Page 0,25
smirked. She was right, we all had our asshole moments. Gunner was the closest to being considered the ‘nice’ guy, but he also has the rumor going around about fucking girls with drumsticks before shows.
She boldly slid past me and into my room, her scent wafting through my nostrils as she went. I held my breath, instantly recalling how her skin felt under my fingertips. My cock stirred in my pants, and I had to shuffle on my feet. “What the hell are you doing?”
She examined my room, her nose twitching when she saw my unkempt notes scattered around the bed. “Are you song writing?”
I flew around her, snatching up all of the loose paper. “Yes, miss, ‘I have to know everything’,” I hissed.
“You sound frustrated.”
“I’m anything but frustrated,” I snapped.
Her lip twitched in satisfaction, pleased she got a reaction out of me.
Narrowing her eyes, she held out her hand. “Come on, let me take a look. I’ve written a few chart toppers myself.”
I clenched the papers to my chest. “This isn’t meant to be a chart topper. It’s personal.”
Her eyebrows relaxed, and a sense of apprehension formed on her face. “Oh. For a girl?”
“Yes,” I said quickly, not bothering to tell her that it was for my sister. I liked implying it was for another woman who might be important to me, because the moment it turned into a third party, a storm brewed in her eyes.
She was jealous, and my chest puffed instantaneously. “So, yeah, you wouldn’t be able to help me.”
Furry formed once again on her beautiful face, and I loved it. “I’m sure you fucked her up so bad that you can’t fix it anyway.”
My jaw clenched, her words hurting more than they should have. I knew she had no idea the song was about my sister and not for a lover, but her statement couldn’t have been more true. She cut deep, and I exploded.
“If you’re just going to be jealous, get the fuck out of my room.”
Her eyes widened and she stepped back.
I waved my hand for her to leave, and she marched to the door, but swung back around, pointing an angry finger in my direction. “You always do this! I try to come and smooth things over with you and you flip everything into an argument! YOU are the reason why relationships, working or non-working, FAIL!”
I stormed toward her. “Maybe if you weren’t so fucking nosy and irritating, I wouldn’t get so pissed off at you all of the time!”
“Maybe, if you spent half as much time trying to be nice instead of pissing people off, you’d be more successful!”
“More successful?!” Now, I needed to put her prissy ass into place. I followed her into the hallway. “I’m a fucking Rock Star. You’re the one who’s coming onto my tour, looking to gain new fans from me.”
She spun on her heels, exasperated. “OH MY GOSH, Sebastian called ME! Get your facts straight before you go all man diva!”
I opened my mouth, then clamped it back shut, watching her fists clenching as she stormed down the hallway, her blonde bun bouncing with each blunt step.
My jaw dropped as I watched her, my feet glued to the ground. She couldn’t be telling me the truth, she had to have made that up. Our fans were all over the place, there’s no way our sales could be down bad enough for Sebastian to feel the need to bring in a change.
“Spitfire, isn’t she?” A higher toned voice piped in from behind me. “Don’t worry about it, she gets revved up easily.”
My eyes found the owner of the voice standing next to me. “I told her not to come to your room, although her storming out like a drag queen who’s lost her lip gloss isn’t the reaction I thought I’d get while strolling by.”
“What kind of reaction were you expecting?”
“I figured moaning and the sound of furniture hitting the walls.”
I faced him, the short, pointed blonde hair and well manicured face was passive. He was the same guy that was always by Raina. “Calvin,” he reminded.
“Right.”
He spun around me and walked backward down the hall so he could still face me. “The more you ignore her, the more she’ll be interested.”
“Typical woman,” I huffed.
He shrugged. “Men are quite similar.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he spun elegantly so he was facing forward, an extra hop to his step.
***
I’d had mixed emotions all afternoon. I hadn’t spoken to anyone until it was time to congregate before the show.