by JA Low
“No, I mean to watch TV because you’ve got me addicted to the most stupid shows.” Sienna’s addiction to trashy reality TV shows was out of control, but she sucked me in with them.
She giggled. Nothing sounded better than Sienna’s laugh.
“Of course, but I’m sure that you will be busy now that you are back on the market.”
Why did that thought irritate me? Being back on the market. It’s not like Sienna and I were dating, but she was the closest girlfriend I have been with since, fuck, since Hailey, my high school ex, the girl that ripped my heart out. I gave her a tight smile as she skipped from my bedroom without a care in the world. Why the fuck is this annoying me?
Finally, we arrive in London. Thank goodness we are on our tour jet; we don’t have to battle the long queues at the airport. Right about now, this plane is making me feel claustrophobic, and I need to get off. It was another gloomy afternoon in London when we arrived, perfectly matching my mood.
“You alright?” Axel asks, in the car witnessing my surly behavior.
“Just tired and over this fucking touring.”
“Yeah I know, it’s the last one then we are free to set our own schedule,” Axel confirms, nudging me with his shoulder.
Axel turns to the rest of the boys in the car and announces, “Guys, this week let’s not go crazy, yeah.” His hazel eyes bouncing around to each of the guys in the car; stopping for a moment at his brother, doing the silent twin thing.. “We can go out but let’s not burn ourselves out. I don’t want to have to start canceling shows because someone is sick or has lost their voice,” he says with finality.
The group nods in agreement. The thing is, Axel’s right.
We arrive at our home for the week, a five-story terrace in Chelsea. It’s easier to fit us into a house rather than take up a couple of floors at a hotel. Plus it’s harder to find out where we are staying when we are not at a hotel. Also gives us the space we need. This one has a basement apartment that is set up as a studio; perfect for us to practice in or write when the mood takes us no matter the hour. Tomorrow we have rehearsals for the show on Friday and Saturday night. We haven’t strayed much from the setup we’ve been using for the North American tour; everyone knows what they’re doing, which makes it easier.
Walking up a million stairs towards my room, lucky for me it’s the last one at the top; only the roof terrace is above me in this five-story house. The outside looks very much old Victorian but inside it is fully renovated with a modern style. My room is all white with a king size, four-poster bed, glass windows looking out over a gorgeous private garden filled with colorful flowers and an en-suite. At least my ass will be getting a good workout after going up and down these stairs all week.
“Hey neighbor,” Evan says, popping his head in and making me smile.
“Seriously, you have the other room?”
He grins. I can see the mischief in his eyes as he walks towards me.
“Just so you know, we are the only ones on this level,” He smirks, giving me a wink.
“We’re friends remember, no more funny business,” I say, reminding him and reminding myself.
“Yeah, I know. Friends can hang out with each other naked, can’t they?”
Slapping him on the arm in surprise, I give him a look of disbelief, but inside my body was screaming yes!
“What about we hang out while you wear some sexy lingerie? I promise I won’t touch,” he grins.
Rolling my eyes, I give him a heated stare. “It’s a shame that someone ruined all my lovely lingerie.”
Really?”
Nodding, I confirm that it is true. After ripping my panties off the first time, Evan found that it turned him on to do so and kept doing it ruining all my good pieces of lingerie.
“I’m sure I can fix that problem. I’ll organize to get new ones sent to you. I better go, we have some interview to get to.” As he rushes out the door, he pops his head back in. “You going to meet us at that club afterwards?”
“Yeah I think so.” Vanessa had mentioned something on the plane about it. It was going to be the first big test watching Evan with other women, not sure how I am going to react.
“I promise, Sienna, I won’t be upset when some hot soccer player tries to pick you up tonight.”
Was he not affected by our break-up? Was it a break-up? I mean we weren’t dating or anything. Shit, I don’t know. I am so new to all this single shit.
“As if. You’re the one that is going to be surrounded by groupies.”
“Yeah probably,” he agrees, blowing me a kiss as he bounces back out my door.
Tonight is going to suck.
***
Vanessa sent the car to collect us once the band had arrived at the club. Walking up to the VIP entrance, I noticed large square booths with curtains draped around them, white egg shaped chairs hung from the ceiling, gold and silver accents glittered around the bar area. It was like we were partying inside a disco ball. Before we got too close to the group, Isla caught us as she came out of the restrooms.
“You made it, thank God you are here. I’m sick of dealing with these bitches at our table.”
My heart sank; this was it, the moment of truth. Everything that I have been saying to Evan and myself about being just friends, I have to prove now. Taking a deep breath, we followed Isla towards the booth, my eyes falling where the boys sat. It’s filled to overflowing with women in next to nothing, hands all over them. The guys are slamming back the drinks loving the attention the ladies were throwing at them. My eyes find Evan, he has his arm around the back of some brunette who was currently sucking his neck like a damn vampire while he talked to the other boys. My stomach sank watching him in the arms of another woman; it stung, not going to lie, but it’s for the best. We both agreed so I can’t be mad at him.
“So many cute boys here,” Derrick says, pulling me from my thoughts.
Letting my eyes drift over the club, he was right, there were so many hot guys in the room. Maybe I needed to distract myself with one of them instead. I’m single now, this is what single girls do, isn’t it? I shouldn’t be tied down; I should be enjoying my new found freedom. If Evan seems to have moved on easily then so could I. Heading towards the boys booth, I spot Blake.
“Sienna,” Blake calls out from the table.
“You look hot,” he says, his aqua eyes looking appreciatively over my body.
Yep, the red dress was a good idea tonight. My eyes flick to where Evan is sitting with his brunette, his eyes most definitely stuck on my tits. This dress lifts up my girls nicely. His lady friend doesn’t look happy that I have grabbed his attention. Whatever, sweetheart. Your time won’t be long until he moves onto the next one.
“I need a fucking drink,” Vanessa moans, grabbing my arm. She has been acting funny lately but I think that might be stress with the start of the tour. “We’re just going to grab a drink. You boys behave, have a good night,” Vanessa calls out, as we head towards the bar area.
“Four tequila shots,” Derrick tells the bartender.
“Well you most definitely made an impression in that dress,” Isla smiles.
“Those tits will always make an impression,” Derrick laughs, his eyes drifting down to my chest.
Four glasses of tequila are placed on the bar in front of us.
“Welcome to the madness,” Vanessa says, as we all knock back our shots.
Feeling the burn of the tequila down my throat it warms me up from the inside out.
“Fuck Men,” Vanessa calls out.
I couldn’t agree more.
Vanessa asks the bartender for another four shots.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Banging her palm against her forehead is not a good sign that everything is okay. “I found Nick in bed with his co-star, that’s why he was late for the party.”
My eyes widened, oh shit.
“Fuck, V, you okay?” Derrick asks.
“I’m okay, but I’m not going to li
e, it stung seeing that little bitch riding his cock. In all honesty, the boy was crap in bed. I could totally tell she was faking it.”
We burst out laughing.
“But I did something stupid though,” She whispers to all of us. We huddled together waiting for more.
“Okay, before you spill your guts, let’s grab a seat because I have a feeling we are going to need it,” Derrick suggests.
We move into a booth not far from the boys, close enough that we can keep an eye on them. The bucket in the middle of the table is filled with champagne bottles as soon as we sit down. Quickly, we pour ourselves a drink and raise our glasses in cheers.
“Okay now tell us, confess all your sins,” Derrick says, with a big grin on his face. He is such a gossip queen.
Vanessa looks up at us all, seriousness across her face. “Okay, please make sure that what I am about to tell you doesn’t leave here. Okay?”
We all nod in agreement. What the hell is she going to tell us?
“When I came back to the party, I ran into Christian, I may have burst into tears. I don’t know why but there was a part of me that was upset over Nick’s betrayal. Christian was pissed and wanted to go over to his house and punch him for being a prick. I told him it was okay, that I didn’t care and that he was lousy in bed.”
Taking a sip of my champagne, I could see that we were all on the edge of our seats with what she was telling us.
“I joked that I hadn’t had good sex in a long time and that I would just have to rely on my vibrator. At least I knew it would satisfy me.”
We all burst out laughing because it was true.
“Then Christian kissed me. Like, thoroughly kissed me.”
The table went silent.
“No fucking way,” Isla squeals.
“Fuck, he knows how to kiss. I forgot how good he was,” she confesses. Her eyes now looking over to where Christian was currently sitting, making out with two blondes. I know exactly how she feels.
“What do you mean, forgot?” Isla asks.
“Shit,” Vanessa swears, “I never told you all how I met Christian.”
Isla is looking confused. “I thought you met him when they signed with Montgomery Records.”
Vanessa shakes her head. “No, that is when I realized who he was. I had just spent the weekend in bed with him.”
The table gasps at Vanessa’s confession but we let her continue.
“I had just moved over from London and was invited to a Hollywood party. This fat, old man tried to attack me, after creeping on me all night. He waited until I was on my way back from the bathroom. Christian saved me from him. One thing led to another, and we spent the weekend together. We both gave false names and I crept out of my bed early Monday morning as I had to start my first day at Montgomery Records. Who knew Monty was going to call me into his office and introduce me to my first clients Dirty Texas.”
We were all silent.
“Let’s just say we were both shocked to see each other again.”
“Oh my God, it’s like a Lifetime movie,” Derrick jokes.
“I told him we could only be friends because I worked with him. Eventually, he agreed and that friendship turned into what we are today.”
“So you fucked him again, didn’t you?” Derrick says; matter-of-factly.
Vanessa nods.
We all scream before hushing our tones when the boys’ table looks over at us. “Damn him and his fucking magical cock.”
We all burst out laughing again. I had my own magical cock to worry about too.
“Well if it makes you feel any better, I slept with Finn that night as well.”
All our heads turn and look at Isla.
“And he has ruined me for all men, well actually that’s a lie, he ruined me for all men years ago when he took my virginity.”
Holy fucking shit, this is crazy.
“Fuck, does Oscar know?” Vanessa asks.
Isla makes a strangled sound. “No way. He would kill Finn if he found out, but seriously I am over my stupid crush on him. He will never choose me over my brother,” she says, as she bangs her head on the table.
It was kind of dramatic but these boys make sane women crazy.
“Okay, well if we are all confessing our sins here, then I slept with Chance, from Sons of Brooklyn.”
Yep, I choked on my drink at Derrick’s confession.
“But isn’t Chance straight?” Vanessa asks as all our eyes turn to the boys’ table where Chance had some redhead in his lap.
Derrick rolls his eyes. “Let’s just say that he knows what he is doing and does it well.” The cocky bastard says with a huge smile on his face.
“Come on D, drop the deets. You know you want to.” I encourage, elbowing him in the side.
“Ouch, bitch. Fine, but he is still firmly in the closet okay.”
We all nod in agreement to keep his secret.
“You know that model Ricardo I was with all night.”
“Yeah, yeah D, the hot Brazilian guy that you didn’t seem to want to come up for air from”.
Derrick smiles and get’s lost for a moment obviously remembering Ricardo before he continues “Well things heated up and I took him back to my room, which was beside the pool. In our haste I hadn’t shut the glass door properly. We were both naked on the bed and Ricardo was giving me a fantastic blowjob when I look up, and there standing in the doorway is Chance, his eyes wide taking in the scene in front of him.”
“Lord Jesus, it’s getting hot in here.” I start to fan myself.
“So, I say to him; ‘are you going to stand there all night or are you going to join in’, and he most definitely joined in.”
The whole table was quiet.
“Shit, D, that is fucking sexy,” Vanessa squeals as we all burst out laughing.
“So you got anything to confess, Sisi?” Derrick says, looking at me like he totally knows something is up between Evan and me.
My heart is racing, but I had to tell them, especially after everyone else’s confessions. So I blurt out. “I kissed Blake and had sex with Evan.”
The whole table erupts into cheers after they recover from their shock.
“Seriously?” Vanessa asks, still looking shocked.
I nod my confirmation. I can feel my cheeks glowing red.
“Did you fuck Evan on the plane?” Derrick asks.
I nod my head in confirmation.
He gives me a high five.
“Um, we have been at it since I arrived in LA. We agreed once we got to London that it would stop.” My eyes look over to where he is currently sitting with the brunette.
My friends’ eyes follow mine.
“I’m not going to lie, seeing him with her sucks but you know what that’s okay because I am single.”
Our table bursts into cheers.
“And you know what else? You are single, and you are single, and you are single,” I say, pointing to Derrick, Isla and Vanessa.
“Fuck the rock stars,” Derrick screams. “Do you realize we have a European buffet of boys waiting for us,” Derrick adds, making us all giggle.
“Are you all in to sample this delicious buffet, ladies?” Derrick asks, putting his palm in the center of the table. One by one we all put our hands on top of his. We all needed to forget that booth full of rock stars and this was the perfect way to do it.
Fuck! What the hell was going on with me? I have to sit here and watch Sienna dance with other men all night. Their hands are rubbing all over her body while they dance, and it is driving me crazy – especially seeing her in that red dress. The way it shows off her curves, the same ones that I have traced with my fingers and tongue – less than twenty-four hours ago. Her tits jiggle as she walks, the same way they jiggle when I am pounding her. Fuck!
Sienna is making me do stupid things. I’m not proud of my actions tonight, it’s a step up from stalking but each time I excused myself from the booth to go to the bathroom, I am checking her out. I may have had w
ords with the men lurking around Sienna and the other girls. I explained that she was my sister and if they touched her, I would break every bone in their bodies. In fact if they touched any one of those ladies they would have broken bones.
No, I’m not proud of it, but fuck, I felt so much better when slowly each of these men stopped dancing with them. They could look, but not touch. I guess they were okay with that. I’m sure they enjoyed watching when the girls decided to start dancing with each other, their hips moving in time, their hands touching each other. Yep, those men watching the dance floor were happy just to look at the show. I had no right to do that to her, currently I had some brunette on my arm, her hands all over my body, her tongue licking my neck, my lips on hers. She’s helping me get rid of this unhealthy obsession I have with Sienna.
But I hate every second I am in this woman’s company, especially when I look over to where the girls are laughing and joking and seeing Sienna smile. I want to be the one to make her smile.
“She can join us if you want?” The brunette whispers in my ear.
I look at her in confusion.
“The woman in red, the one you can’t seem to take your eyes off. If you want her to play, she can join us,” she says seductively, licking her lips. My stomach somersaults at the thought. I’m done, I’m out!
“Sorry, sweetheart, tonight’s not going to happen with you or with her.” My eyes move to where Sienna is dancing on the table, her toned legs on display for the world to see. A group of men hovering around like bees to honey.
“Are you serious?” The woman asks, looking at me in shock. She was beautiful, I must admit, and probably not used to rejection. Guess there is a first time for everything.
“Yeah, but I’m sure it won’t be long until you find a willing male.” I give her a kiss on the cheek to soften the blow. “Guys, I’m out.” I announce to the booth.
Axel’s hazel eyes are looking at me while I stand in front of them, then they glance towards the fuming brunette sitting in her seat.
“Okay y’all, come on let’s get out of here. We have rehearsals in the morning and it looks like our girls may have had a little too much fun.”
Nodding to my friend, silently thanking him for pulling the plug on tonight’s outing, I walk up towards the girls table, my arms wrapping around Sienna’s legs, pulling her over my shoulder screaming. Christian and Finn follow suit with Vanessa and Isla; the girls screaming blue murder as we escort them out the back to our waiting cars.