Christian
Across from me is a redheaded broad in a green laced thong and bra. I roll my eyes when she shoves her breast a little too far in my face.
"Sweetheart, if they were real I'd bet these things be delicious." the guys laugh when she gasps and climbs off my lap, stomping away. Why does this feel so familiar?
The guys I'm staying with decided to bring me to some over the top strip joint. I don't get what's so over over the top about this place. The girl's breast are fake. When they brought me here i just gave them a look that made them go to their own tables. Fucking idiots.
We all haven't been able to stop laughing though. Making bets and putting it in the middle of the table, we ask the women if their breast or ass are actually real. Some are offended and some aren't. That's why we make Jacob do the asking. He has a solid hand print on both sides of his face.
Oh, and right now, I'm winning the challenge. These dumbasses are too busy handing out singles to care.
"Let loose a little man." Zack pats me on the back, handing me another shot.
"Seriously, your ass is becoming more of a dick than usual." Jacob raises an eyebrow. "Do I need to call-" I cut him off.
Zack and Jacob want me to call the guys to just tell them I'm okay. To be honest, I can't remember what we had fought about. All I remember is yelling and screaming. Then someone was crying. I think it was a he. No a she. I honestly can't fucking remember. All I know is that this move to New York was great. I even thought about performing solo and when I mentioned it, the guys thought it was great.
Speaking of those two, I've been living with them for the past year in their penthouse. These idiots keep it a mess but I can't find myself to leave. I guess it's their company. I don't know. But then I realize if I wanted company I could easily go to a bar and find someone for the night or I could go back home to my brothers. I guess you know which one I chose.
I slide out of the booth and set the girl on the table who's trying to stick her tongue down my throat. That's why it's so special. She smiles, and spreads her legs a bit, but I just walk past her. The guys laugh at her expression. She's a cute little thing. Short, with black hair and brown eyes. I can see a scar from the surgery.
I walk to the bar and ask the bartender to pour me a drink. She smiles at me and slides my glass over. I thank her. Why does she look so familiar… I frown and shake my head, taking a sip of my drink. This tastes like water. What the fuck?
"Hey, I think you switched orders."
"Did I?" she asks, wiping down the counter. "Let me fix that for you."
"You do that." I grumble. Fucking annoying.
"Make it a bit stronger babe." I hear a soft voice order.
"Can't I get a damn drink?" I ask annoyed. The bartender looks over at the person next to me with a surprised look.
I look over and all the air leaves my body. A small woman is leaning against the bar. My eyes fall on those round breast of hers that the damn bar gets to enjoy. She's wearing a tank top and I see no scar. They're definitely not fake. She is wearing blue jeans that hug her perfect ass that I want to pull her to me. Her brown chestnut curls fall around her shoulders and those blue eyes are now watching me stare at her with a knowing smirk on her face. Shit.
"Kate get out from behind the damn bar." she says.
"You got it Steele." Steele… No wonder I know these girls. I watch Kate jump over the bar and walk over.
"I remember seeing you girls when my brother's and I sang together." I wave another bartender over. I throw a shot back causing Steele's eyes to widen. "What, can't hold your liquor?"
That sexy mouth of hers falls open, and I watch her look at her band mate. The Kate girl is looking at me as if I have two heads. What the fuck did I do? Do I have something on my face? I watch Steele shake her head and wave for the bartender. There, now that's more like it.
"Line this shit up." Steele groans, laying her head on the bar. "You know what. Get those fake ass tits waiting for me as well." she grabs Kate's hands. "Girl's! I need a dance!" all the women in the club look at her.
"Holy shit…" I mutter.
Steele and Kate get dances from different girls. Everyone is watching them, not just because they're women but because Steele is moving each one of the girl's breast around just to find the scar. It's getting a laugh out of everyone.
I hear someone cough from beside me, and when I look beside me I'm shocked to see all the guys. Zack and Jacob are standing with them. What is this an intervention for not seeing your family?
I frown when I see Ethan's arms wrapped around one of the guitarists of the girls band. When did that happen? Then my eyes fall on the engagement ring shining off her finger. Damn, he moves quick.
"Why didn't you call us?" Luke asks to break the silence.
"I don't know." i honestly say.
These were the two guys I knew that everyone else didn't know about. They didn't say shit and I have been doing all my stupid shit underground. All of my partying doesn't always have to be for everyone to see, now does it?
"Since when did you start drinking again?" Elliot snatches my glass away from me.
"I never stopped you fucking idiot." I wave the overly flirty bartender back over.
"What about rehab? Was that speech just a fucking lie at mom's funeral?" Elliot growls. "Do you even give a damn about your daughter anymore?"
"Elliot, calm down." Ethan says.
All I can do is laugh and they all look at me in shock. I see Luke and Ethan gripping Elliot by his arms. Then I watch Kate run over and kiss him on the cheek, but Elliot is looking at me with a murderous look in his eye. I don't know why. He's the one saying fucking sick and twisted bullshit right now. I look down at Steele, who seems to be texting someone. The thought aggravates me. Lost cause, right?
"What the fuck is your problem?" Elliot shouts. I cross my arms. Jacob and Zack are now holding him. I sigh.
"You're the one spewing bullshit. Not me." I have to go before paparazzi show up here. Because I know they will.
"You're not fucking leaving, and Elliot you will calm the fuck down." Steele says. I feel my cock rub against the zipper of my pants. Loving her feistiness.
"Is that so?" I ask.
"Yes, now shut fuck up." I grin.
"Ana-" Elliot starts, but she stops him.
"He can't remember anything Elliot." she says. "I can't believe I was actually dating a dumbass like him." everyone laughs. I raise my hand, she looks me.
"I'm still here."
"I know." I stick my tongue at her.
"Shit. That is the old Christian." Ethan runs a hand over his face.
"You guys say that like it's a bad thing." I say offended.
"It is." Elliot mutters. They all laugh again but I'm just confused. What did they mean about Grace?
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