Chapter Thirty-two
Cash
‘I’ve got a million things to do. So this better be good.’ Octavia gives me a ferocious look, but that’s not going to fucking wash with me. Not when my blood is boiling.
‘I think you may have misinterpreted the job of band manager, so let me spell it out for you. You get to organize, arrange, and book everything that involves this band. Recording, publicity interviews, live tours, parties, and hotels. What you don’t get to do is talk to me in that bullshit condescending way you just did. I can tell you now, the next time you do it will be the fucking last time. You’re out on your ear,’ I tell her.
She licks her lips and looks at the makeup girl who pretends to be very busy cleaning her brushes. ‘Look, Cash. I’m just trying to do what’s best for the band, OK? Sometimes I’m a little rough around the edges, but it’s my high standards that have brought this band to where it is today.’
I fold my arms across my chest and stare at her with raised eyebrows.
‘I’m sorry I spoke to you in that way,’ she says with a forced smile.
‘Apology accepted.’
She widens her smile. ‘The most important thing now is that you guys go out there and slay them.’
‘We’re on the same page there.’
‘OK, great. I’ve got a couple of things to sort out, I’ll see all of you before you go on.’ She puts her hand on the handle and turns it.
‘Oh, one more thing. Don’t take that bitchy tone with Tori again or you’ll be looking for a new band to manage.’
She is not quick enough to conceal the hatred that crosses her face at the mention of Tori’s name. Why she should hate her so much is a mystery to me. She’s never hated any of the other girls I’ve been with. She nods once tightly and walks out of the door.
After she is gone, the makeup girl moves forward with her container of foundation. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and think of Tori. Fuck, she knocked me for six when she came through the door in that dress. Hell, I wanted to slam her against the wall and take her there and then. Just thinking about it makes me hard.
The only problem is, I was not the only one lusting after her.
I saw something in Gav’s eyes that made my blood boil. I’ve already warned him off once so I hope it’s not what I think it is. He fucking knows better than to try it on with Tori. Challenge me and fuck with what’s mine and you’re on a collision course, dude. Sooner or later I’ll meet you head on and it ain’t going to be pretty.
‘Look down please,’ the girl instructs.
I drop my eyes and she starts painting black eyeliner on my eyelids.
I divert my attention to the only thing that matters right now. Pleasure. I’m going to give that tight, sweet, eager, little pussy all it can handle.
Chapter Thirty-three
Tori
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgFyi74DVjc
Written In The Stars
‘Shit. I’ve never seen Octavia act that way. What a witch. She had no right to make us leave. The cheek of it. I’m his sister for God’s sake,’ Britney grumbles furiously as we make our way to our seats. ‘Bloody hell, she wouldn’t even have a job if not for my brother.’
‘Look,’ I say, ‘I wanted to slap her too, but Cash has taken so much trouble to organize everything for us that the last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene just before he went on stage.’
‘But Cash wanted us to stay,’ she insists.
‘I know he did, but does it really matter in the bigger scheme of things? You’ve had an amazing time so far and it can only get better. Remember the twin with dung?’
She grins. ‘You’re right. We’ll have a wonderful time.’
Cash was spot on, we have one of the best vantage points in this arena reserved entirely for us, and Sean has arranged for drinks and snacks to be brought to us as well. The excitement is mounting in the stadium and everyone is full of expectancy and energy as the time moves closer to the band’s appearance. Eventually the entire audience of more than 15,000 people is chanting for the band.
The chanting stops and the crowd erupts into a loud roar of excitement as five figures, more shadow than real, saunter out on to the darkened stage. Flashbombs explode around them as the driving beat of the band starts and stage lights bathe the band in a breathtaking kaleidoscope of fast moving color. Huge screens surrounding the arena catch every move they make.
‘Bonasera Milano,’ Cash shouts, his hand lifted high above his head.
The fans scream the greeting back to him, and the air literally vibrates.
‘Are you ready to get down and dirty?’ he asks.