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she went darting to the elevators.
“Is the job offer still open?” I questioned Emily. She smiled brightly while nodding her head.
I only just made it to the elevator before the doors closed. Kylie remained quiet and kept her gaze firmly planted ahead, but I could easily hear her small sniffles in the enclosed elevator. When I asked her why she refused the job, she couldn’t even come up with an excuse. I know I shouldn’t have yelled at her and called her poor, but I didn’t understand why she would be so stupid to travel across the country if she couldn’t afford too. The instant the elevator doors opened, she darted out. I only hesitated for a second before following her.
When I asked her if she needed the job, she initially shook her head, until it eventually turned into a nod. Kylie was always so proud and I could see how hard it was for her to admit that she was struggling. When I told her she was starting tomorrow morning her friend screamed that loud I think I sustained permanent hearing damage. She practically tackled Kylie to the ground and the sounds of them giggling was the last thing I heard before I closed their hotel room door.
Kylie has been working with Emily for the past three days but I’ve barely seen her. It isn’t that I’m trying to avoid her, but other than doing press conferences and meet and greets at the end of the shows, I don’t have that much interaction with Emily, which means I hardly see Kylie. Half of me wants to ask her why she took the cowards way out and vanished without even saying goodbye, where the other half tries to pretend that it doesn’t give a fucking shit.
****
Once I have finished having a shower, I walk out of the bathroom to grab a spare pair of jeans in my dressing room. Marcus’s eyes dart up from looking at some music sheets in his hand when he hears me enter. Marcus is a musical genius, he can take Noah’s lyrics and turn them into some of the most kick ass songs you have ever heard. He plays the bass guitar, but his real passion is the technical side of music. His passion is that strong that he is now the producer on all of ‘Rise Up’s’ albums.
“Me and you, strip club tonight,” I inform. Marcus instantly shakes his head, his face a cross between mortified and disgusted. I instantly nod my head, my face showing him that I’m not taking no for answer. His eyes flick over to the side of the room and when I follow his gaze, I notice Kylie sitting on a small blue chair in the corner. Her eyes are firmly planted on some documents in front of her, but I can tell by the look on her face that she heard what I said.
I turn my gaze back to Marcus. “Be ready by ten,” I instruct, dropping my towel to place on my jeans commando style. Kylie’s eyes flick up from the document she is reading the instant my towel lands on the floor, clearly showing that she still has some interests in certain parts of my body.
“Unless there is someone here willing to give me some action?” I question cockily, my gaze turning to seek hers again. Her eyes dart up from my jeans that I have just finished buttoning to look into my eyes. She lightly licks her bottom lip and her eyes leisurely roam over my face and torso. I can’t miss the look of lust in her eyes.
“Not good enough to say goodbye to, but good enough to fuck,” I say angrily, staring directly into her lust filled eyes. Her perusal of my body instantly halts and her eyes dart down to look back at the document in her hands. She doesn’t even attempt to take a little nibble at the bait I just threw out.
“Have your ass in the limo by ten Marcus or I’ll come and find you,” I instruct before heading back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
Strippers on tap, sounds like a great way to get Kylie out of my head.
Chapter 8
Kylie
The past three days that I’ve been working with Emily have been so surreal. I have already learnt so much
“Is the job offer still open?” I questioned Emily. She smiled brightly while nodding her head.
I only just made it to the elevator before the doors closed. Kylie remained quiet and kept her gaze firmly planted ahead, but I could easily hear her small sniffles in the enclosed elevator. When I asked her why she refused the job, she couldn’t even come up with an excuse. I know I shouldn’t have yelled at her and called her poor, but I didn’t understand why she would be so stupid to travel across the country if she couldn’t afford too. The instant the elevator doors opened, she darted out. I only hesitated for a second before following her.
When I asked her if she needed the job, she initially shook her head, until it eventually turned into a nod. Kylie was always so proud and I could see how hard it was for her to admit that she was struggling. When I told her she was starting tomorrow morning her friend screamed that loud I think I sustained permanent hearing damage. She practically tackled Kylie to the ground and the sounds of them giggling was the last thing I heard before I closed their hotel room door.
Kylie has been working with Emily for the past three days but I’ve barely seen her. It isn’t that I’m trying to avoid her, but other than doing press conferences and meet and greets at the end of the shows, I don’t have that much interaction with Emily, which means I hardly see Kylie. Half of me wants to ask her why she took the cowards way out and vanished without even saying goodbye, where the other half tries to pretend that it doesn’t give a fucking shit.
****
Once I have finished having a shower, I walk out of the bathroom to grab a spare pair of jeans in my dressing room. Marcus’s eyes dart up from looking at some music sheets in his hand when he hears me enter. Marcus is a musical genius, he can take Noah’s lyrics and turn them into some of the most kick ass songs you have ever heard. He plays the bass guitar, but his real passion is the technical side of music. His passion is that strong that he is now the producer on all of ‘Rise Up’s’ albums.
“Me and you, strip club tonight,” I inform. Marcus instantly shakes his head, his face a cross between mortified and disgusted. I instantly nod my head, my face showing him that I’m not taking no for answer. His eyes flick over to the side of the room and when I follow his gaze, I notice Kylie sitting on a small blue chair in the corner. Her eyes are firmly planted on some documents in front of her, but I can tell by the look on her face that she heard what I said.
I turn my gaze back to Marcus. “Be ready by ten,” I instruct, dropping my towel to place on my jeans commando style. Kylie’s eyes flick up from the document she is reading the instant my towel lands on the floor, clearly showing that she still has some interests in certain parts of my body.
“Unless there is someone here willing to give me some action?” I question cockily, my gaze turning to seek hers again. Her eyes dart up from my jeans that I have just finished buttoning to look into my eyes. She lightly licks her bottom lip and her eyes leisurely roam over my face and torso. I can’t miss the look of lust in her eyes.
“Not good enough to say goodbye to, but good enough to fuck,” I say angrily, staring directly into her lust filled eyes. Her perusal of my body instantly halts and her eyes dart down to look back at the document in her hands. She doesn’t even attempt to take a little nibble at the bait I just threw out.
“Have your ass in the limo by ten Marcus or I’ll come and find you,” I instruct before heading back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
Strippers on tap, sounds like a great way to get Kylie out of my head.
Chapter 8
Kylie
The past three days that I’ve been working with Emily have been so surreal. I have already learnt so much
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