Right now I’m getting my hair and makeup done because we have a photo shoot and interview for our new album. The guys have it easy; they take ten minutes in hair and makeup they’re all ready. Me, it takes two hours to look as amazing as they make me. I think I’ve tried on twenty outfits before I decided on a pleated red skirt, and black off the shoulder tee with a big skull on it. Adding a spiked bracelet, matching spike earrings and a new hoop ring for my nose, I complete the outfit with knee high lace up leather platform boots.
I love the outfit so much I’m going to see about keeping it and wearing it tonight at our concert. I look pretty fucking badass if I must say.
As you can guess, Envy Magazine is going for a hardcore cover to promote our Falling Into Darkness album. We’ll have our cover and interview in the April issue, a month before the album releases. Our first single on the album has already broken into the top ten on Billboard’s Top 100. I will freak if we hit number one because it’s one of the songs I wrote while in rehab. I poured my heart and soul into it.
An extremely sexy guy appears wearing nice tight jeans, button up white dress shirt and dirty blonde hair styled in a faux hawk. He is definitely hot, and if I wasn’t banging Jordon and trying to stay on the straight and narrow, I’d so bang him in the closest storage closet I could find.
“Hey, I’m Reagan and I’ll be shooting you guys for the magazine cover and article.” He says reaching his hand out to me first. He gives me a wicked grin that makes me just a little bit weak in the knees.
After shaking hands and introducing ourselves to Reagan, we dive straight into photo shoot mode. The shoot takes two hours and by the time we head to the boardroom for our interview; my feet are killing me, and we still have a show this evening.
Maybe I’ll skip wearing these boots tonight.
When we walked into the boardroom I instantly recognize Savannah Livingston-Knox. She’s been all over the press the last year. Her husband is Kayden Knox, a billionaire oil tycoon from Houston and owner of Vertigo, one of the top night clubs. We have performed many times at the South Beach location.
Her parents are a chart topping country duo, and she was blessed with an amazing voice, but as we saw today, her passion is in interviewing and not singing. I’ve seen the performances she’s done at her husband’s club posted on YouTube. She’s really progressed with her vocals, so I’m shocked she didn’t follow in her parents’ footsteps. I guess you have to really want to be in this business because it can easily chew you up and spit you out.
After the shoot, we all went to the arena to get ready for rehearsal. I opted to take a nap on my tour bus before rehearsals, while the guys went and hung out with Jordon, Kingston, Lawson and Zane in the green room.
They won’t pass on a full bar anywhere.
I set my alarm on my cell to make sure I don’t oversleep but didn’t need it. I instantly wake up to the feeling of familiar hands sliding along my thigh under the blankets.
Opening my eyes, I am met with a heart stopping smile from Jordon.
“Hey, sleepyhead. We just finished our sound check. You guys are up in thirty.” He says as he leans down and begins fluttering kisses along my bare shoulder.
I had taken my outfit off because I didn’t want to wrinkle it, and I think Jordon is pleased with me opting to sleep in my bra and panties. He has a mischievous gleam in his eye as he traces the top of my breasts with his rough, callused fingers.
Just the thought of what those fingers can do to me in a matter of seconds makes me clench my thighs together. I try to ignore the insistent throbbing between them.
“Well that hour went by fast.” I laugh as I fall back on the bed, and gingerly slide my fingers through Jordon’s silky locks.
“I got you a mocha frappachino…well my assistant did, but hey, it’s the thought that counts.” Climbing up onto his knees, he grabs the ice coffee off of the stand beside my bed and dangles it above my head.
I don’t think I’ve smiled this much since Cane. A hurt my cheeks; face-splitting grin is going on right now.
It’s surreal.
“Well, I think that deserves a proper thank you.” I say matter-of-factly.
Fisting Jordon’s tight Nirvana tee, I pull him to me for a quick kiss. Just as he’s trying to deepen the kiss, I break away from his lips and with a sly smile I shoved him back onto the bed.
“No sex, at least not until after the show. I need all the energy I can muster after the day I’ve had.” I crawl between his legs and giggle at the sad puppy dog face he is displaying.
“You had me at proper thank you, and then you break my heart all in the same breath.” His words come out whiny and oh-so-adorable.