Piper's POV
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…
James waltzed into the studio, hot as ever, with his little prostitute friend latched onto his belt loops.
"Shh… Calm down Piper…" Logan whispered into my ear as I hugged him. I could only imagine the look he must be sending James's way at the moment over my shoulder. If looks could kill…
Taking the small part the casting director had offered me seemed like a lot better of an idea an hour ago.
James's POV
I knew that's how it'd be.
Logan and Piper were wrapped around each other already, him whispering god-knows-what into her ear. From now on, I was going to be in charge.
I walked towards them, Logan squeezing her tighter. I was less than two feet away when Kendall came over and dragged Piper away.
"'Sup, asshole," Logan was practically growling at me.
I could play that game, too. "Not much, bastard."
"Let me tell you something, James. I don't care what you do. I don't care where you go. I just care that whatever you do, you stay away from her," he shot venomously.
"I see. I guess I better tell you how this is going to go down, Logan. You're going to get one of the extras to take the little bitch home. By home, I mean back to the rat hole she came from. Then Lacey and I are going to my house. By my house, I mean the mansion I let you live in with me. Be a good little boy, Logan, and don't push it. It doesn't have to be our house for long. You'll be just fine if you play along, dipshit."
Logan got ready to hit me, but thought better of it when one of the set managers walked by.
"Get it straight, James. Piper's on the show today. For some reason or another, they haven't fired you yet. Straighten up or they will. I still love you, dude." Logan's face got softer as he said it. "That hooker isn't coming home with you. I don't care what you think. Either you, and you alone, are coming home, or we're going to work on making Big Time Rush a three piece deal."
I didn't feel like arguing. Honestly, he just told me to do all I wanted… but James Maslow doesn't lose. Ever.