sincere, and I bit my bottom lip to keep it from quivering.
A hand found my back. It was Mikey, one of our main security guards. “We gotta go.”
I nodded to him, then brought my attention back to the girl. “What’s your name?” I asked.
“Samantha,” she squeaked. “Samantha Regatta.”
“Do you have tickets to tonight’s show?”
She shook her head no, and I gave her a smile, waving over one of the roadies. “Get her some tickets.”
She shrieked and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Thank you! Thank you!”
I grinned, the warm feeling of completing my steps at Seabrook running throughout my body. Seabrook is what helped me get to this point in life, and I’d be forever grateful for their therapy sessions.
“Let’s go,” Mikey said more sternly, planting his hand firmly on my shoulder.
“Have fun tonight,” I waved to Samantha Regatta.
We all ducked into one of the SUVs, Sebastian being the last one to find a seat.
“You know, I really fucking hate it when you guys do that,” he breathed, his British accent twanging when he swore. “We have a schedule to keep.”
“We were all on time,” Chase pointed out. “We were waiting for you.”
Sebastian glanced at me. “Raina Skye. She’s going to meet us there.”
“Oh, diva wasn’t ready? What a fucking surprise,” I grumbled.
“Cut the attitude,” he snapped. “You’ll be thanking me.”
Rocket leaned forward, setting his hand on Seb’s shoulder. “Give him a break, Seb, he’s still heartbroken over her devastating decline when he proposed.”
“Fuck you,” I spat, pounding him in the shoulder. I hated when they quoted the fake news tabloids.
He winced at my blow, but laughed at the same time. “See, he’s still sensitive.”
“Jet will play nice,” Sebastian said, pulling out his phone. “Otherwise the media will chew his ass, and ours.”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Even in my late twenties, I resorted to pouting like a little kid.
Once we got to the venue, security had done its job. Fans were nowhere in sight, and I was momentarily disappointed. Yeah, dealing with the obsessed fans could be a lot to take, but they were a good distraction, and they always put a smile on my face.
“Do your vocal warm up routine and Mikey will come grab you in twenty,” Seb said once I was in my dressing room.
I waved him off, making myself comfortable on a chaise lounger. I’d had enough of him. I’d warmed up my vocals in my room earlier, and would be fine to do our run through. Now, I was finally feeling drowsy, and would spend the next twenty minutes with my eyes closed and mind off.
Then, a knock came on the door. I groaned. Why was it so hard to get alone time in this business?
With my hand covering my face, I muffled, “Come in.”
There was a woman clearing her throat, and I assumed it was someone from the arena. “Hey, I thought I’d say hi,” the voice said.
I dragged my hand off of my face enough to open one eye, then covered it again. “That’s not necessary.”
She let out a heavy breath, then the door creaked closed. For a moment I thought that brat let me be, until she started to talk again. “Jet, please.”
I lazily sat up, rubbing both of my eyes with my palms. “What do you want? Is there a guy outside the door waiting to take a photo of you leaving my dressing room?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, her tiny voice growing louder. My hands slid down to my cheeks, finding her small frame standing in front of me, her hands on her hips. She was petite, only wearing tight black yoga pants and a black tank top, her hair curled into a huge main around her head. Her skin was tanner than the last time I saw her, her cheeks not stained from tears of dripping mascara. She wasn’t a hot mess like the first night we’d met.
Her gray eyes were two storms brewing when they scrutinized me, perfectly manicured eyebrows scowling intently. Even pissed off she was good looking. “Don’t think this was my idea.”
“Right, because I broke it off?” I joked, returning her scowl.
She flinched, wrapping her arms underneath her chest. Jesus, her tits were perfectly shaped in that tank top, giving up a fair amount of cleavage. I had to stand up and walk past her to keep my eyes off of them.
“Look, that was all blown out of proportion. You of all people should know that by now. You’ve been in