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the spotlight way longer than I have.” She pleaded following me toward the vanity. “You’ve been photographed with other actresses and singers before, why was it such a big deal that we were put into a magazine?I ran my hands through my hair, not in the mood to have this conversation. “I’m angry because you played into the tabloids. You gave the paparazzi exactly what they wanted to hear, and I know it was on purpose.”

“They twisted my words like they always do.”

“So you didn’t lead them to believe we were a couple?” I challenged. She bit her lip, her cheeks taut. “ That’s what I thought.”

“I didn’t think it was going to be that big of a deal,” she whined, following me while I paced across the room. “Jet, can we just let this go? It was over two years ago!”

“Yet it still keeps following me around?” I mocked, eyeing her movements toward me.

“I’m trying to apologize,” she sighed. “I never should have lead the reporters on to believe we spent the night together and were a ‘couple’, or however it was interpreted.”

I spun on my feet, Raina blasting into my chest from my sudden stop. She had been on my ankles while I tried to get distance from her. Her mouth opened, a sharp inhale released from her nostrils. She was so close, her tits pressed against my chest. She was the perfect height, her short stature making me feel tall with my mere five foot five frame. She smelled really fucking good, too. “Alright, fine. Apology accepted.”

She rocked on the backs of her heels, confusion spreading across her face. “Just like that?”

I shrugged. “Yup.”

Her own shoulders sagged with relief. “Good, I didn’t want this to interfere with our performance-“

“You can leave now,” I snapped, cutting her off and crossing my arms.

Her jaw dropped as if she were going to bark back at me, but it quickly closed. Without saying a word, she marched around me, bumping my shoulder in the process and slamming the door.

I cursed under my breath when she left. Why was she such a pain in my ass? And why did I want to rip off those yoga pants and wrap her thighs around my shoulders so badly?

***

“It’s time,” Sebastian shouted into my closed dressing room door. He accompanied it with multiple knocks. “We need to get this show on the road so the warm up bands can have some time on the stage.”

Not bothering to give him a verbal answer, I simply stood from the lounger and groggily opened the door. Sebastian had been already twenty feet down the hall.

“It’s about fucking time, isn’t it?” Rocket said, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah, I can’t wait.”

“I sense sarcasm, my friend.”

“I was hoping to catch a quick nap, but a certain princess decided to pay me a visit.”

Rocket wiggled his eyebrows. “Rekindling some old flames?”

“Shut up.”

Rocket shook my shoulder with his palm. “Oh, Jet, you’re so sexy,” he flirted, changing his voice to a high pitch. “I’ve missed you so much, play me like you play the guitar.”

Chase popped out of his dressing room, shaking his head at Rocket. “You talkin’ about Jet and your mom again?”

I laughed. “She did use that line on me.”

Rocket dropped his arm. “Real fucking funny, assholes.”

We both shrugged while walking backward to face him. “Your mom loves when I play her like my base,” Chase teased, wiggling two of his fingers.

“Yeah, so does your sister!” Rocket fired back.

Pausing in my tracks, every inch of my skin was on fire, and I saw red like a bull, Rocket being the treat dangled in front of me. “Fuck you!” I shouted, lunging for him and shoving him against the wall.

Chase snatched me by the shoulders. “Dude, chill! He was talking to me!”

Rockets eyes were wide, his hands up in the air. “Yeah man, I was just shooting the shit.”

“You don’t shoot the shit about them. About anyone’s sister,” I spat in his face, pulling against Chase’s hold.

“Calm down,” Chase commanded, no longer letting me fight against him, but full on picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I fucking hated when he did that shit. Just because he was huge and I wasn’t on the tall side, didn’t mean he could just toss me around when I was getting out of hand. Hell, I wasn’t even drunk.

“Put me the fuck down,” I ordered, refraining from bonking him in the head with my fist.

Gunner flashed in front of Chase,