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Chapter 1 ~ Brent

 

 


 

 

I open my eyes and its fucking bright in here. I stretch, roll over, and feel someone in bed with me. What the fuck? Christie isn’t here with me. I get a better look now that I know this isn’t Christie. What did I do? I feel the weight on my ring finger and I know this is not going to be a good thing. Last night is so fuzzy I need to figure out what’s going on.

This chick in my bed has dark brown hair where Christie has fire red. Sweet Jesus, I hope it’s a chick. I look from the person snoozing away to the ring on my no-no finger. I never planned to marry, not with how fucked I am in the head. It’s sitting on my ring finger just mocking me. It’s like Look, bitch, you got married and now you’re stuck with me. The ring is a modern style, black titanium, and fuck if it doesn’t fit comfortably.

I can’t believe I got fucking married. I had been planning to break things off with Christie. I just hadn’t figured out how. I get dressed and get myself out of the room before this girl can ever wake.

Just as I step out the door, I get grabbed by Blake, one of our security guys.

“Have fun, Boss?” Blake asks.

“Dude, I have no clue. I’m not even sure what happened. Were you with me?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“And?”

“You got married. Cute girl and you two hit it off pretty quick during Mike’s bachelor party.”

“Does everyone know?”

“No, Boss. Just Marissa, myself, and you.”

“Marissa?”

“The girl, Boss.”

Shit. “Blake, I need to get this shit annulled like right fucking now.”

“Can’t, Boss. I was sent to get you for your trip.”

“Fuckin’ Sydney,” I mutter. “Can we get something like this taken care of with me over there?”

“No, Boss. You were completely here when you got married, though. When you decided to go through with it, I remember you saying something about Miss Maxwell finally having to go.”

“How many drinks did I have? I only remember four, tops.”

“Only five beers before you got yourself hitched but many afterward. You and Marissa had yourself a party of sorts. I do hope you were using protection because from the sounds that were coming from your room, I’m pretty positive you all were having ya some fun,” Blake says, amused.

 

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I’m sitting on the jet, headphones on with music blaring in my ears. We’re only four hours into our seventeen-hour trip. Thankfully, Blake made sure I had my shit ready to go as well as my carry-everywhere bag with at least two or more books at all times, chargers, iPod, laptop, notebooks, and pens.

Pulling out my laptop, I glance around to see what everyone else is doing. Kyle, my twin brother and our bassist, is what looks to be trying to get over a massive ass hangover. Angelica, the lead singer and only chick in the band, is doing what she does best, keeping her mouth shut and playing on her phone. Steve, our drummer and the oldest of all of us, is snoring away as per usual. As for Ringo, our keyboardist, he’s staring me down which could only mean he’s spotted the ring.

Turning my attention back to the laptop, I email the lawyer, letting him know what’s going on and that he needs to get this shit taken care of as soon as fucking possible. I get an automatic response from him letting me know he’s on it.

The rest of the flight was uneventful, we all did our own shit. We usually do when we are on the jet. I’m dropping Vodka Tonic’s left and right. Of course, they think it’s just the tonic, while my inner mind works in overdrive.

Not sure how many I drank but I’m woken with a hard shake. “Wake up, little bro, we’re here,” Kyle says.

“Get the fuck off. Fuck, can’t anyone sleep around here?”

“You’ve been sleepin’ for the last nine and half hours. Get the fuck up,” Kyle says, kicking me in the shin and slapping me in the back of the head.

I rub at my head before my hand is grabbed away. “Fashion statement or did you do something abnormally stupid?”

“The fuck, dude?”

“Don’t tell me you married that stupid broad.”

I hear Blake chuckle somewhere close by. “Nope, this one is much cuter and actually quite nice.”

“What the fuck? Where the hell was I?” Kyle asks.

“Bastard, this is your fault. You could have stayed with me and kept me from this bullshit.”

“Excuse me, some of us don’t care about Brent’s dramatics. Fucker always has something going on,” Angelica says.

“Shut up, slut. At least someone fucking wanted me. More than anyone can say for your skanky ass,” I retort as I’m standing and grabbing my bag.

“I wasn’t a skank as long as I was sucking your cock was I?”

“Bitch, anyone can suck my cock. That just lets me get my rocks off.” I take the water from Blake as I pass him to get off the jet.

Vegas Lights

(A Sex, Drugs and Rock Romance Bk 1)

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