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mine. “What is wrong with you?” The room grew quiet; the only sound heard was his harsh breathing into the mic and the click of recorders being turned on. “This line of questioning is distasteful and better left to the shitty gossip rags. Not you. You, who are supposed to be the real journalists sent out by reputable media outlets to cover the event. If it hasn’t been made clear yet…” He pointed down the line at all four of us. “Whom or what we do in our personal lives is just that…personal. I will not sit here and have my band—but more importantly, my brother—disrespected.”
    “Word.” Cris stood up from the other side of me and held out his fist for me to bump. “We’re out.”
    Standing up to leave, we were rushed again by a barrage of questions. More of the same, while others tried to backpedal and asked how we felt about the wins tonight.
    Too fucking late.
    Margo, the same lady from before, came to us with a horrified look on her face. “I’m so sorry.”
    “Not your fault.” I’d found my voice again.
    “We’ll rein them in, I swear.” The anger in her tone almost made me smile. “Please, take a moment to calm yourselves while I have a word with the room. This is beyond embarrassing.”
    “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but we aren’t staying,” Rick, who’d been quiet until then, spoke. Coming to take a stand beside her, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek, making her blush. “Please forgive us.”
    A few of her colleagues, coordinators and representatives of the event tried to get us to reconsider. Assured us they’d kick anyone out who didn’t adhere to questions pertaining tonight’s win.
    “Not happening.” Raising my voice, I attracted the attention of everyone within the room. “In all the years during our rise to fame, I’ve never put up with this type of shit. This disrespectful treatment. Not then or now. Won’t happen.”
    “Mr. Greene, we understand your frustration, but please allow—”
    Raising a hand, I cut the man speaking to me off mid-sentence. “Fuck them. I’m done.”
    “Will you still be performing?” Margo’s tone was high—a nervous squeak.
    “Yes.” Then, one by one, we turned around and exited the room. The clicking of cameras followed our exit. There was no doubt in my mind that this interview would be splashed across every gossip site within the next thirty minutes. Late breaking bullshit.
    Like I said—fuck them.
    Our departure, angry and with the boor banging against the wall, got the attention of everyone within the backstage area. Giving us a wide berth, they avoided the group of angry-looking motherfuckers making their way toward the private dressing rooms.
    Once inside the room, we closed ourselves off, waited for our cue to hit the stage.
    “Ashley was fucking right.” Throwing myself down on the couch, I tipped my head back and took in a big lungful of air. Burned me to admit, but they’d tear Arianna apart if given a chance. My wanting to pursue something more with her would bring her embarrassment if not handled correctly.
    Problem was, how the fuck did I get that fiery Latina to agree?
    “Explain?” Rick took a seat beside me and mimicked my position while the other two prepared themselves a drink. “What did Ash say?”
    “Warned me about how the media would portray Slim.” Arianna would never sign up for this shit. A beautiful woman like her didn’t have the need to.
    “So walk away and save her the bull.”
    “Impossible.” Couldn’t even if everything within me told me it was the right thing to do.
    “Then how are you going to convince her to let you be the boyfriend of another?” That right there was the million-dollar fucking question.
    “Not give her a choice.”
    I Saw You ...
    “Ten minutes,” someone yelled through the flimsy door of our dressing room. We’d been quiet. For myself, I was trying to figure out the clusterfuck my life had become. A man who prided himself on not having complications, I