Juliet went from no prospects to two hot as sin men chasing her down! What's a girl to do?
~Jude’s Point of View~ I don’t know why the hell I let Trey talk me into the strip club, except that it’s Saturday night and I’ve never sat at home alone most nights, let alone on the weekend. Some girl that looked half my age was jiggling her very fake glitter covered tits in my face. She was pretty but not what I’d call beautiful. My cock couldn’t even be bothered, he didn’t stir a bit. I had to admit the inevitable, Juliet had ruined me. Seven amazing fucking hours was all I had with her, but it’s totally changed my life. There’s so much I want to say to her, but I need to do it in person. I need more from her, but how can I get it? She probably thinks I’m a womanizing asshole … and okay maybe I have been. People change, I’ve certainly changed many things about my life. But I’m not being a monk for fuck’s sake, if I don’t get laid soon I’m seriously going to blow. I stuffed a $100 bill in the stripper’s g-string and took a long pull of my beer, waving her off. “Dude, she’d t
~Juliet’s Point of View~ Am I really just sitting here and casually talking to Jude Stone on the phone in the middle of the night? Seems that way. He was actually really easy to talk to, and fuck how could I not want to hear that gruff and sexy voice? It just did things to me, and I found my hands roaming my body the entire conversation. I had to imagine he was doing the same. “I didn’t get in shape to please anyone else but I think being with you gave me the confidence to feel like dating again. I haven’t in so long I’m too busy with work. I felt … empowered with you and I do like being curvy and softer. I certainly don’t want to be a toothpick but I wanted to chase more of the confidence feeling that you planted I guess,” I said, completely blushing. He made some kind of low grunt and for a moment I thought he dropped the phone but he cleared his throat and acted like he was trying to recover. “How old are you? Am I allowed to ask,” he said, almost like he wasn’t sure I’d answer.
~Juliet’s Point of View~There’s nothing more official than an ultrasound picture, I thought as I stared at it. Right now it’s just a blurb, with a heartbeat.A heartbeat.I still just could not even wrap my head around the fact that there was a baby in my gut, I didn’t feel it, feel any different. But now that I did know, that I’d seen it … it was real. Really real.My mind told me I needed to immediately do a thousand things. Find my own place, make a nursery, start a college fund. Oh fucking hell, a college fund.To top it all off I was due to see Dante in a few hours and the idea of prancing around in front of him carrying another man’s baby was the biggest kick in the crotch I could imagine. My first reaction was to absolutely cancel but he’d take it personally, no matter what excuse I gave. He didn’t know I’d been with Jude, didn’t know anything about it. He knew I’d had a couple bad Tinder dates, I never elaborated if any of them ended in sex. But he’d take that personally too
~Jude’s Point of View~ Last night I texted Juliet to let her know I’d be at the hotel early, hours before rehearsal even. It was obvious I hoped to see her before the show, but I wasn’t sure how she’d feel. I could only put the ball in her court and wait as I’d already been doing all this time. I was getting so much shit from the band about her, if not for Corey vouching that she absolutely was beautiful and real they’d all think I’d made her up. I was so close to getting her back in my arms I just couldn’t stand it. She’d been a bit standoffish these last couple of days and it was all I could do to not take it personally. I really knew nothing about her day to day, her family. I wanted to, we just weren’t there yet. After laying around most of the afternoon I had a light early dinner in Slade’s room. Two of the tour security guards were with us, they were both in the army for many years and then went to work for Slade’s security business. Gavin and Otis, both stand up guys but no
~Juliet’s Point of View~ My mind raced with a million thoughts. Whatever the hell I thought Jude might say, it wasn’t that. His guilt was obvious, and he didn’t look away or seem malicious in how he dropped the big bomb. The bottom line is … my body is my responsibility, and I’ve never seen it as anything else. If men could take birth control they’d feel the same… in theory. I looked out the window and laughed. I finally turned and he was literally right there. “When you think about all the weird little things that had to happen for us to meet and for us to be standing here right now, it’s pretty fucking crazy. Your guys could have ordered food from anywhere. Jada could have delivered the food, not me. The baby could have been born a couple of hours later. You could have been in the bathroom or looking at your phone when I was walking down the hall. I could have gone into Corey’s room when he invited me in,” I said, making weird gestures with my hands. He growled … like audibly g
~Jude’s Point of View~ It had been years since I had a specific female standing backstage watching me. Someone here just for me, because of me. Someone who would be waiting to go home with me and that just switched me on more than I’d ever felt. Throw in the baby she was growing that would have my talent and her beauty, I couldn’t stand it. When I asked Lukas to change the line up and add a song he didn’t even question me. He was all for it. As the first set came to an end the band cleared off, but someone brought out two stools and the crowd went nuts. Lukas and I were going to wing it, but we used to do shit like this all the time, before our stupid A&R guy got in our faces about sticking to his program. We agreed that he could go fuck his program and were stoked to tell the guys. This was our music, our art and our story. We were going to tell it how we saw fit. “This is uhm, an oldie but a song that has a deep place in our hearts. I’m not really sure why we ever stopped playing
~Juliet’s Point of View~ “Everything okay guys,” Slade yelled. “You wanna come face the bitches or go back and have me fuck your brains out? Oh but uhm, you’re keeping those shoes on,” Jude said, rubbing his nose on my forehead. I laughed. I loved that he was silly like me, I would have thought he’d be more macho, not so affectionate. But I had to admit the reality of this man … he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He’d proved to me tonight he was more than willing to do it publicly. “I want to take you to my place,” I said, blushing. I wanted my own bed, and I wanted him in it, some kind of weird primal urge. “Give me your purse so you can’t leave while I talk to Slade,” he said, and I rolled my eyes. I gave it to him and he looked ridiculous with it but he was just adorable with how he cared about me. He told Gavin to wait next to me. I had to get over myself. I was having his baby. It didn’t get much more locked in than that. Slade stepped into the door of the club as he held
~Juliet’s Point of View~ After making Jude breakfast and convincing him I’d be okay to handle Jada on my own we said our good-byes. He was playing at a show in Charleston tonight anyhow and really had to be off so I wasn’t going to keep him. We exchanged actual phone numbers so we wouldn’t just be talking over social media and I let him know when my next doctor’s appointment would be. I gave him one of my ultrasound pictures and the look in his eyes nearly had me in tears. He was excited, he was interested and already talked about buying baby books since he had no clue what he was doing. “Jadaaaaaa,” I called as I fumbled into the main house. I had already heard Janelle crying the moment I walked in so I knew she wasn’t sleeping. I found my sister in the nursery, in a heap of laundry, trying to sort socks. “You know, I’ve told you for years that I literally only buy black socks, the same kind. Why does everyone make it so damn hard? It just doesn’t have to be … no one cares about