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even Mel
seems to regard me with some awe. I guess they aren’t used to seeing anyone put
Dom in his place. Oh well. It’s about freaking time somebody did.
I straighten my shoulders, nod at the piano player to
start, and I begin to sing the shit out of my new song.
Chapter Nine
Dom
I listen to Annie singing at the piano, and I can’t help but
stare. Neither can the other guys.
“She can sing,” Avery says, clearly impressed.
I don’t even respond, I just keep watching Annie. She’s
practically making love to the piano as she sings the lyrics, and it’s all I
can do to not run over there and kiss those beautiful lips.
“Hello? Earth to dipshit?”
Startled, I turn and see Jenner smirking.
“You have a hard-on for her, don’t you?” He asks.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie, Dom. We all see it. You’re dying to get into her
panties.”
“Of course, we don’t blame you,” Johnny says, and I notice
his eyes roving over her gyrating body. “I would certainly want a piece of that
ass too.”
“Hey shut the fuck up!” I growl. “Let’s get back to this
song, so we can start putting it all together sometime this century.”
The guys leave Annie alone, and we start working on our
song. I flub the lyrics three times, because I’m so busy thinking about Annie,
and the dumb fuckers in the band who keep glancing over at her. Why the hell
did she wear those tight little legging pants? And whenever she bends over the
piano, her shirt rides up and I can see the way the stretchy material hugs her
fine ass.
Christ, I’m losing it!
I force myself to concentrate, and we manage to get through
the song.
That’s when our musical director, Richard, calls everyone
together.
Annie stops singing, and she and Liz walk over with Mel
trailing behind them. I can tell Mel doesn’t like Annie already, and I really
don’t care. Mel is a stuck up bitch, and I know she’s pissed because she didn’t
get bumped up to lead backup vocals. Maybe she would have had a chance if she
could pull that stick out of her ass.
Richard drones on about production quality, and rehearsal
space, and I only half listen. I can’t help but watch Annie, who is rapt with
attention, and I think back to my mother’s phone call from earlier.
Mom had just called to make sure that I do everything I can
to make Annie feel welcomed. I didn’t tell my mom that I could think of all
sorts of ways to make Annie feel welcomed that she wouldn’t approve of, and
Annie would never agree to.
I know my mom means well, but sometimes I feel like I’m
still a sixteen-year old boy who she’s constantly checking up on. It only makes
things more complicated when I think of how Annie’s father is marrying my
mother.
The other reason my mom called was to tell me that she had
been contacted by one of her friends who said they spotted my dad in San Diego.
I feel my adrenaline kick into overdrive at just the thought of my dad being in
the same state as my mom and I.
I know my dad has business all over the country, but last time
I checked, he was living in Colorado. I’m not sure what he was doing in San
Diego, but if that fucker so much as emails my mom, I’m going to punch his face
in. The last time he was in town, he called my mom up and asked her to lunch.
Being the sweet and forgiving person that she is, she agreed. They only got
halfway through the lunch before my father was calling her a gold-digging
whore, and that he hoped she got hit by a car.
I shudder as I think about how my mom had called me that
day, sobbing, telling me she had seen my father and he had scared her, again.
My mother comes off as strong, but deep down, she’s still the frightened,
battered woman my dad had turned her into during their abusive marriage.
After their lunch date, I tracked my father down at his
hotel, kicked his door in and found him lounging casually in his boxers as if
nothing had happened. I
seems to regard me with some awe. I guess they aren’t used to seeing anyone put
Dom in his place. Oh well. It’s about freaking time somebody did.
I straighten my shoulders, nod at the piano player to
start, and I begin to sing the shit out of my new song.
Chapter Nine
Dom
I listen to Annie singing at the piano, and I can’t help but
stare. Neither can the other guys.
“She can sing,” Avery says, clearly impressed.
I don’t even respond, I just keep watching Annie. She’s
practically making love to the piano as she sings the lyrics, and it’s all I
can do to not run over there and kiss those beautiful lips.
“Hello? Earth to dipshit?”
Startled, I turn and see Jenner smirking.
“You have a hard-on for her, don’t you?” He asks.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie, Dom. We all see it. You’re dying to get into her
panties.”
“Of course, we don’t blame you,” Johnny says, and I notice
his eyes roving over her gyrating body. “I would certainly want a piece of that
ass too.”
“Hey shut the fuck up!” I growl. “Let’s get back to this
song, so we can start putting it all together sometime this century.”
The guys leave Annie alone, and we start working on our
song. I flub the lyrics three times, because I’m so busy thinking about Annie,
and the dumb fuckers in the band who keep glancing over at her. Why the hell
did she wear those tight little legging pants? And whenever she bends over the
piano, her shirt rides up and I can see the way the stretchy material hugs her
fine ass.
Christ, I’m losing it!
I force myself to concentrate, and we manage to get through
the song.
That’s when our musical director, Richard, calls everyone
together.
Annie stops singing, and she and Liz walk over with Mel
trailing behind them. I can tell Mel doesn’t like Annie already, and I really
don’t care. Mel is a stuck up bitch, and I know she’s pissed because she didn’t
get bumped up to lead backup vocals. Maybe she would have had a chance if she
could pull that stick out of her ass.
Richard drones on about production quality, and rehearsal
space, and I only half listen. I can’t help but watch Annie, who is rapt with
attention, and I think back to my mother’s phone call from earlier.
Mom had just called to make sure that I do everything I can
to make Annie feel welcomed. I didn’t tell my mom that I could think of all
sorts of ways to make Annie feel welcomed that she wouldn’t approve of, and
Annie would never agree to.
I know my mom means well, but sometimes I feel like I’m
still a sixteen-year old boy who she’s constantly checking up on. It only makes
things more complicated when I think of how Annie’s father is marrying my
mother.
The other reason my mom called was to tell me that she had
been contacted by one of her friends who said they spotted my dad in San Diego.
I feel my adrenaline kick into overdrive at just the thought of my dad being in
the same state as my mom and I.
I know my dad has business all over the country, but last time
I checked, he was living in Colorado. I’m not sure what he was doing in San
Diego, but if that fucker so much as emails my mom, I’m going to punch his face
in. The last time he was in town, he called my mom up and asked her to lunch.
Being the sweet and forgiving person that she is, she agreed. They only got
halfway through the lunch before my father was calling her a gold-digging
whore, and that he hoped she got hit by a car.
I shudder as I think about how my mom had called me that
day, sobbing, telling me she had seen my father and he had scared her, again.
My mother comes off as strong, but deep down, she’s still the frightened,
battered woman my dad had turned her into during their abusive marriage.
After their lunch date, I tracked my father down at his
hotel, kicked his door in and found him lounging casually in his boxers as if
nothing had happened. I
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