Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty-Eight
John wrapped his arms around Amelia, pressing his lips to her short hair. He listened to her sleep, his eyes flitting to the doorway as Clarissa and Thomas's voices floated down the hallway.
"They want the photoshoot done tomorrow?" Clarissa asked, her voice sounding on edge. "We don't have anything for them to wear. John's jeans are all too big, his shirts don't fit right, the girls need new dresses, the boys need haircuts again-"
"Clarissa, relax. I took Claire shopping yesterday. She picked out some clothes for everyone and we've got it covered."
Dominic shrugged into his leather jacket, placing his ice blue shades over his eyes. "Johnny! Your damn dog takes longer to get ready than I do!"
John placed a pair of sunglasses on Chance's snout, grinning as he led her onto the photographer floor. "Shut up, jackass." He chuckled, yelping as Jim talked him to the ground. "What the fuck man?"
Jim laughed, wheezing as Dominic, Kaylie and Allison piled on top of his back. "Hey!" He winced as Chance's weight was added to the top of the stack, looking down at John as he rested his chin on his palm. "Your damn dog."
John rolled his eyes, blinking as the camera flash went off. "She has a mind of her own." He stated, smiling as Amelia held Johanna in her arms.
Claire kissed John's lips as he pulled his helmet off, taking his hand as he walked her to her first day of work. "Those album covers came out pretty good, didn't they?" She nodded to the posters in the music store's windows, smirking at the image of Chance on top of the pile of teens.
John shook his head, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. I'm glad they picked that one." He paused as someone placed an announcement board in the walkway. "Oh yeah. We're doing a signing on Saturday. I forgot about that." He chuckled as he noticed a few young girls pointing at him and whispering behind their hands. "They also want us to do a trial concert this month."
Claire kissed his neck, slipping her hand into his back pocket and squeezing his left butt cheek. "You guys are gonna blow up." She grinned, remembering the insane number of records they'd sold in the last three days. "It's only been out for three days, and you've sold twelve thousand records!"
He rolled his eyes, knowing that she was secretly worried that the fame would go to his head. "Babe, numbers don't matter." He kissed her cheek, touching the wad of cash he had in his pocket. "All that matters is our love."
Claire shot a glare at one of the girls ogling John's ass. "We should spend the night in the cave tonight." She whispered as they walked into Contempo Comforts. "Just us."
He nodded, patting her hip as he walked with her to the desk to clock in. "That sounds perfect." He smiled, noticing that a young male was eyeballing Claire's boobs. "I'll come get you at five." He kissed her lips, squeezing her butt to show that she was his. "be good."
She smirked, tapping the key at his neck. "Stay out of trouble."
He chuckled, placing his hand over the earring in her ear. "No promises, Sweets."