I look down at her tiny figure, which is wrapped around my leg.
I give her a small smile. “Thank you, princess.”
“Where are you going?” she asks, peering up at me with her big, innocent eyes that I’m a sucker for.
My fingers fiddle with the button on my suit jacket. “A very fancy dance.”
“Can I come?”
I sigh. My heart hurts whenever I have to tell her no.
“It’s going to be full of boring adults. You’d be sad there.” I try to reason with her.
I’m not sure why this works every time, but whenever I use the wordboring, she always gets a little less disappointed.
“All right, I’ll stay here and play.” She unwraps her arms from my leg and skips away.
I’m alone in my room for only a couple of seconds before my most annoying bandmate walks in, in a suit of his own.
“Damn, no wonder why the girls are suckers for you.” His smirk makes me want to sucker-punch him in the face. “I understand all the hype now for your butt. It looks amazing in your slacks.”
“Hey, Axel?” I narrow my eyes at him over my shoulder. “Mind shutting the hell up?”
“I’ve tried many times. It’s impossible.” He shrugs, sending me a sorry smile.
“I’ll make it possible, just come a little closer.”
Laughing obnoxiously for a few seconds, making me worry about his mental state, he scrunches his face at me. “I have pepper spray, and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“You carry pepper spray?”
He puckers his lips. “Um, no.”
Sighing, I turn toward my mirror and glance at the black designer suit I’m wearing for tonight. It’s sharp-fitting and clings to my well-formed muscles. Placing my rings and chains on my fingers that I refuse to leave my house without, I run my hands through my styled yet tousled hair.
I glare at my best friend as he leaves my room after helping himself to my expensive-as-fuck cologne. Taking off my black frames and replacing them with my contact lenses, which I absolutely hate wearing, I blink a few times to get my eyes used to the foreign objects. When I’m all satisfied, I walk out into my living room to find everybody, but I stop like a deer in headlights when I seeher.
When did the doorbell ring?
She’s in a red silk dress with a sexy-as-hell V neckline, which teases her boobs. A slit runs up her leg, making the dress fall behind her perfectly. I drag my eyes all along her gorgeous body, biting my lip as I do so.
“Staring isn’t nice,” my sister yells at me from across the room, making everyone look to where I stand, as she sits on the ground, playing with a Barbie.
Little traitor. I should stop teaching her manners.
But with everyone’s attention on me, I only look at Amelia.
She stands in place, watching me as I walk toward her.
I stop centimeters from her, within reach of her lips. “I would tell you that you look gorgeous, but that wouldn’t even measure up to how breathtaking you are.”
The small smile that lights up her face is like the greatest reward. “You look quite handsome yourself, Meathead. Didn’t know you could clean yourself up this much.”
I send her a crooked smile. “This?” I gesture down at myself. “This is just for you, honey.”
She bites her scarlet lip, and her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.
She turns to a beaming Stella as she says, “You look like a princess, Lia.”
