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Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Sixteen
My ringing phone wakes me up at the crack of dawn. I left my curtains open last night–after standing at the window listlessly staring at the city lights outside for a long time, unable to sleep once I emerged from the bathroom and found Ben gone. The light coming in through the window tells me it couldn’t be later than six o’clock. I reach for my phone quickly, afraid that it’s a call from home and maybe something happened to Daisy. A call at this hour can’t be– I pause my thought when I see Teddy’s name on the screen. Steve gave me his number and told me that he would look for me. I clear my throat and sit up in bed. I receive the call and press the phone to my ear. “Hello?” “Are you at the lobby?” a masculine voice asks from the other side. My eyebrows draw together. “What?” Was I supposed to be at the lobby? “Didn’t I tell you that you should be at the lobby at thirty past five, ready for the run?” Run? What run? “No, you didn’t.” “I didn’t call you yesterday?” “No, you did
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Seventeen
Hey. I can do hey. Hey is what casual, platonic friends, do.“Hey,” I reply, my eyes flitting past him and towards the back of the stage, where Keri and Ray are bound to be. “I gotta g–”“How’s your first day going?” he asks, not-so-subtly stepping into my path and lifting an eyebrow. “Fine,” I tell him. And fight the urge to give him a once-over. I already know he looks good. Just because I’ve been avoiding any contact with him doesn’t mean I haven’t been watching him. Today, he looks absolutely mouthwatering in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt–like always. His long hair is loose, strands blowing into his face every now and then. Making me want to push them away, sink my fingers at their roots, pull him–I clear my throat and fix my gaze somewhere above his shoulder. My eyes fall on Ashton. He is standing with Jack, who’s flipping a pair of drumsticks in the air. He’s fiddling with his guitar strings–other than being the lead vocalist, he also plays the rhythm guitar. And his
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Eighteen
“You’re coming to dinner with us, right?” Keri asks as we step back from the truck where we just loaded the last of the equipment cases. I cast a look towards the backdoor of the venue. I haven’t seen Ben leave yet. It’s been a while since rehearsal ended. Maybe he left through the front while the rest of us were loading equipment.“Don’t worry, it’ll be pretty tame tonight. We’ll all have to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow. No drinking,” she promises.“Sure,” I tell her. And then, as casually as I can, I ask, “is Ben coming?”She shrugs. “I’m not sure.” She produces her phone. “Let me see.”We walk back into the building to get our stuff from inside before leaving. When we get backstage, Keri gives me a head shake. “He’s not replying. He’s probably still in the dressing room.”“Send me the address of the restaurant. I’ll meet you there.”If Ben is still around, I want to see him. If I leave now and he doesn’t show up to dinner, I don’t know when else I’ll be able to catch him al
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Nineteen
He climbs down from the couch, and I get into a sitting position. Does he really think I’m interested in Adam?He moves to one of the chairs along the dressing table. There’s a bag lying there, and he rummages through it. When he turns back to me, my gaze zeroes in on the condom in his hand.Wait.Is that…Is that what he meant?“I don’t have lube,” he says, his hands going to his fly, “but we can improvise.”He wants to fuck here?“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I say.“Why not?” he asks, walking forward. He brings down his zipper and shoves his jeans down to his hips. My breath gets caught somewhere in my throat when I see the bulge in his boxers. “This is what you want, right?”Yes I do, but I came here to talk, and I don’t like the fact that you’re doing this because of some baseless jealousy, and I also don’t really want to do it in some dressing room–He pushes his boxers out of the way, and his semi-hard cock is suddenly in my face. “Cat got your tongue?” His hand sinks in
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty
“Trust me, you don’t wanna miss the after-party. It’s the only thing that can make up for all the shit you’ve been running around doing all day–and that you’ll be running around doing tomorrow.”“I just wanna sleep,” I tell Keri. “I feel like I’m going to fall off my feet.”I’ve been awake since five in the morning, and I can’t remember sitting down for more than five minutes at a time since then. The day has been crazy busy. It started with Ashton’s morning run, proceeded to three radio interviews in the morning, a sound check, meet and greet, and finally, the concert. Oh, I also spent some time at the merch stand. Every time I thought I was catching a breath, my phone would blare and Terry would be on the other side, listing instructions. I had thought that the wage I was being offered was too generous for an inexperienced crew member like me. It took one day on the job to start feeling underpaid.She tsks and shakes her head at me. “Twenty minutes. Just come with me for twenty m
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty One
I finish my beer and ask for a vodka soda next. I should probably stick to my plan and head back to my room. But what I should do and what I want to do are two different things.Even if I go to my room right now, I doubt I’ll be able to catch a wink of sleep. Not with the image of him and that girl burned into my mind.I finish my drink and ask for another one. I have a different plan. Get drunk enough that when I go to bed, I’ll collapse on the mattress and not wake up until morning.Or get drunk and have enough courage to go and ask him what the fuck he is doing without giving a shit whether he thinks I’m being clingy or not.I remember that day on my house’s front porch, when Jared said I claim to want something real but always end up with coldhearted players.Maybe what he really meant to say was that I was the reason it always ends up like that. Because it’s true, isn't it? I wouldn’t be hurt by bad boys and players if I didn’t let them, would I?For eight months, I was perfectly
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Two
‘I’m outside gate C. When are you done?’I blink at the new text on my phone, rub my eyes, and then read it again. No, I’m not seeing things.He must have sent this to the wrong number.‘Sorry?’ I send back.He replies right away. ‘I’m outside the arena. You said the show was ending around 10, right?’I did? When? Why would Jared be outside the arena?My phone rings before I can ask him what the hell he is talking about. It’s him, and I pick it up, moving away from the sounds of the crew packing up. The second night of the Sea City concert is done, and tomorrow we’ll be getting on the road. “Jared?” I answer, thoroughly confused.“Hey,” he replies cheerily. “Are you done? I just got here.”“What are you doing here?”There’s a pause on his side, and then he laughs. “You’re shitting me. You forgot, didn’t you?”“Forgot what?”“You called me last night and asked me to come get you.”I frown and shake my head. “What? I don’t know what you are talking about.”“You were fucking drunk. Fig
Fixing My Bad Boy Problem Twenty Three
“Isaac? Wake up.”I groan and press my face into the pillow, ignoring Jared’s wake up call. Just five more minutes…“You have seven missed calls. Two from Terry and five from him.”I sit up so fast that my head spins for a moment. Then I look around dazed, seeking my phone. Jared shoves it in my hand. My stomach sinks as I check the call log. He is right. I have two missed calls from Terry and five from Ben. I look at the time. Six twenty two. Fuck. We were supposed to be on the road by five thirty. I don’t think I have a job anymore. There’s also a bunch of messages, all from Ben.‘Where are you?’‘We are leaving in twenty.’‘Did you quit?’‘Seriously, Isaac. The bus is gonna leave without you.’‘Terry’s mad. Call me.’‘We just left.’‘Is this because of the other night? Let’s talk. You don’t have to quit. I’m sorry for being an asshole. Answer my calls, please.’An incoming call from Ben takes over the screen. My phone is on silent mode, no wonder I missed that many calls. I clim
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