Page 11 of Finding Storm

It takes a minute for him to respond.

Then, a video drops in.

I turn the volume on my phone off. Then, I hit play.

Me: Jesus fucking Christ, Cash.

He videoed me fucking her too.

Although I’m not even surprised.

It’s not like I haven’t done similar kinds of shit to him or the other guys.

Me: Delete the fucking video, Cash.

Levi: Wait. Let me watch it first.

Great. Now, Levi’s getting involved.

Me: Seriously, bro. You want to watch me bone some chick?

Levi: Porn is porn, man.

I actually start laughing at that. Quietly though. I don’t want to wake my bed buddies.

I might be feeling off lately, but I can always rely on my boys to make me smile.

A reminder flashes up on my screen, covering up the sex tape.

Interview. Jasper Marsh, Amped magazine. Brunch @ Republique, 11:00 a.m.

Ah shit, I forgot about that.

What time is it?

Swiping off the text app, I check the time on my phone. Just after ten a.m.

I’ve got less than an hour before I have to be there. Not that I’m looking forward to going.

I hate interviews. With a fiery passion.

They’re a whole new level of hell.

Being Jonny Creed’s kid saw to that.

I could skip the interview.

Nah, Zane would hang my ass out to dry if I did.

An hour should be plenty enough time for me to go home, shower, change, and get to the restaurant.

Considering we played the Microsoft Theater last night, I’m hoping this hotel is somewhere not too far from there. My place in Beverly Grove is only thirty minutes from there. Republique is fifteen minutes from home. Yeah, I’ll do it, easy.

Shame.

Although, depending on where the hotel I am in right now actually is, there’s still a possibility that I could be late.

Fingers crossed.