Jesus Christ.
She moves fast, or I’m slowed way down from the blunt I smoked with Riot and Creed before the tour manager dragged our asses over here for this bullshit.
The chick kneels over me, and I slam my back against the couch.
See?
This is the kinda thing that I’m not okay with. I don’t like to be touched by anyone, especially if I’m not expecting it.
I raise my hands, palms out, still holding on to the marker.
“Could you sign right here?” she asks, loud enough for me to hear over the music blaring in my earbuds. She doesn’t wait for me to give her the go-ahead before pulling the front of her tank top down far enough that her entire tits pop out.
“If I do, will you get the fuck off me?” I ask, uncapping the marker.
I follow my dad’s guideline,a quick scribble will do, and fall back against the couch, giving the woman a look that indicates I would like to be left alone now.
She doesn’t remove herself from my lap.
I glance around for assistance, but Riot and Creed have their backs to me as they chat up a group of women.
Ravvi has no hope of noticing my predicament, considering he’s talking to a reporter.
My eyes catch Cove’s, and I beg for help through a look that hopefully conveys exactly how little I want this woman on my lap. She disengages from the guys she’s with and beelines across the room.
The way her eyes narrow and jaw flexes as she moves is kinda hot.
Is it weird to dig that violent energy?
Ehh, probably not.
“Your whole family is musicians, right?” the fan asks with her cheststillhanging out.
“Yeah. Did you maybe wanna put your tits away?” I ask, really confused how this is my life.
This kinda thing wouldn’t fly anywhere else, and it makes me wish I was anywhere other than here.
“Oh yeah, you’ve got to go.” Cove finally makes it to us, coming to a stop at the edge of the couch. “You can climb off Damian’s lap, or I can have security escort you out.”
“What?” the chick asks with wide eyes. “I’ve met a lot of musicians, and I’ve never?—”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Cove says, grabbing the woman’s arm. “Time is ticking. Maybe go try your luck with the other opening act.”
I grimace.
This is how we get bad press, but fuck it.
I don’t want to disappoint fans…
I just wish they didn’t think they know us personally. It leads to a fair number of interactions where they overstep boundaries. Then we have to accept it, or we end up looking like the bad guys.
The woman finally climbs off my lap, huffing and puffing the entire time.
Cove gives her a gentle shove in the direction of the twins and focuses on me. “You okay?”
I nod, exhaling so heavily that my lips blow together.
I’m supposed to be an alpha, and I begged anomegato save me. My entire designation would hang their heads in shame if they could see me now.
