Cove continues to take her suppressants. I’m not happy about it, but things are better between us than they’ve ever been.
I keep the peace and watch her closely.
If it comes down to it, I’ll break down and call my dad to warn him what’s up.
I love Cove, and that means looking out for her when she’s too hardheaded to do it for herself.
I also can’t stomach the thought of leaving the label in a lurch if we have to cancel shows last minute. Since we’re not the headliner, I’m sure they could find someone to sub out for us, but it would leave my dads scrambling to call someone in.
It would also leave it up to the other bands on tour with us to cover the shows until they had someone brought in.
That’s not fair to anyone.
Tonight we’re at a VIP performance in a club. It might be one of the smaller venues, crowd-wise, but it’s a big deal, since everyone here paid atleasta grand per ticket. After the show, we have to head out and do the rounds, mingling with everyone.
Damian is prepped with his earplugs, but we’ll have to see how it goes.
Cove puts on a solid front during our performance, but she’s clearly exhausted after the show.
I give her a hug and mark her cheeks with my pheromones to see if it helps, but that’s the limit of what I can do.
We change and head out to do the rounds, taking pictures and chatting with the crowd. Luckily, by the time we make it out to the bar, most of the fans are focused on Liminal.
Damian and the twins aren’t even technically old enough to be in this venue, since it’s twenty-one and up, but the bar sure serves them without a single ID check.
We spend most of Liminal’s performance taking pictures and signing shit, but we’re able to relax significantly when the other opening act, Turning Pages, makes their way out after changing, following their set. We were doing our own wardrobe swap while they were on stage, but having them out mingling takes even more of the focus off us.
After a while, one of the club managers shuffles us up to the VIP section, and it’s nice to have space to hang out and chill outside of the bus. Though Declan doesn’t take his eyes off Cove.
That’s probably a good thing with how many people are packed in the club. It’s spacious, but there are still a lot of bodies, even upstairs.
We become old news once Liminal makes it out to mingle with the crowd. They’re the headliner, and they’ve been in the game way longer than we have.
The speakers switch to playing normal club music, and the dance floor gets full as the vibe changes from a show to a party full of rock stars.
Cove saunters her way over as I’m nursing a warm beer, leaning near the half wall that looks out over the club. Her hand lands on my chest, and she smiles up at me. “How are you doing?”
I chuckle, twisting to the side to drop the bottle of beer on the high-top table. “Better now that I get to see your beautiful face.”
Her smile widens as she shakes her head. “God, that was cheesy, but I loved it. Don’t ever stop being you, Ravvi.”
I smirk, sliding my hand around and cupping her ass. “I don’t plan on it, Clover.”
That was bad. I’m surprised she finds you appealing at all,a low male voice says next to my ear.
I’d roll my eyes, but I don’t want Cove to think the move is directed at her. Instead, I ignore the whisper and focus on the omega.
She stretches up on her tiptoes, flattening her hands on my chest to keep steady. After our set, wardrobe put her in a flirty little skirt and tank top with sky-high heels. It’s not her normal stage style, but she’s sexy as sin.
I bend, meeting her in the middle for a quick kiss. Well, I intend for it to be quick, but it turns naughty real fucking fast.
You’re trying too hard, the same voice taunts close to my ear.
Ignoring it, I focus on my omega. She smells so sweet, and I ache to devour her whole.
Cove pulls back to breathe, and I growl, following her lips. With the death grip I have on her ass, I wouldn’t be surprised if I left bruises.
I loosen my hold a little but make sure she’s steady as she settles back on her feet.
