Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (17 page)

I take a quick break and watch her dance into
the next song. They play five to open up for Stricken so I can take
one to rest and dance the last one. The woman’s five nine, wearing
a worn jean skirt, no fishnets, black and pink ankle chucks, a pink
and white off the shoulder t-shirt that’s been ripped in a few
strategic places to show her body underneath. She’s pretty with her
golden-brown hair that’s cut short into a pixie style. Her eyes I
can’t tell in this lightening. But her body is covered in tattoos
and she’s wearing a big freaking engagement ring. Probably one of
Ice the Monkey’s fiancés.

Song four ends and it’s time to join the
dancing scene again. I rock my body to the last song and the crowd
boo’s when they leave the stage.

“Hey.”

I turn to look and it’s the pixie brunette
talking to me. So I pivot around to address her.

“Hey. Some music huh?” I thumb point to the
stage.

“Yeah, they kick ass. I love that outfit.”
She says eyeing me head to toe. She isn’t being sarcastic I can
tell.

“Thanks. This old thing?” I wave my hand down
my dress.

She laughs.

“Yeah, totally hot. Let me guess you’re D’s
girlfriend? You look like a woman D would be into.” She smiles
sweetly. Her teeth are perfectly straight but her smile is off
center.

I bark a full bodied laugh, holding my belly.
“Oh god no!” I cover my mouth laughing. “He’s a douche bag. Okay,
maybe not a douche bag but he doesn’t do the girlfriend thing. And
I’d never be his girlfriend even if he’d ask.”

“Oh… sorry.” She sounds saddened. I think I
offended her.

I reach out and touch the side of her arm to
calm her and give her a warm smile. “I work for the band Stricken
I’m not dating anyone. Especially not D.“

“What? You work for the band?” she sounds
confused. Her eyes squint. Ah, there brown, a hazel brown.

“Yes… Stacy their road manager and I have
been doing this…” I wave toward the stage “…for the past month and
a half. After we had to cancel the other leg of the tour.”

She still looks confused. “Okay? So the band
hired a female manager to help with the rest of the tour?”

“Stacy had me hired. I’ve been best friends
with him for the past ten years. His mom’s sick and he needed the
help. So I’ve been pitching in what I can. I don’t have manager
experience for rock bands. I work P.R and ad campaigns mostly. But
when he called I came.” I shrug. I don’t know why I am explaining
this to her. But I want that crazy look on her face to go away. She
looks constipated. Cute, but still constipated.

“So you’re Emily then?

I nod. No idea how she’s heard of me.
“Yes…”

“Ah… Stacy’s Emily. I’ve heard a lot about
you over the past year. He thinks you’re just it.” She smiles
warmly. The look of confusion washes from her face. “I guess nobody
told me about a new manager. Maybe because you look like you do.”
She makes a point to look me up and down and back again.

“Okay? Is that supposed to be a good thing or
a bad thing?” I twirl my hair.

She shrugs. “Depends.”

“On?” I push. She needs to quit with the
one-liners and tell me who she is and what the heck is going
on.

“If you had sex with my fiancé or not.” She
cocks and attitude, pushes her hip out. If she had long hair she’d
whip it to the side. I know because I do that for effect. The thing
this woman doesn’t understand she may have attitude but I’m the
queen of it. So I can see right through this little bitchiness. I
can play that game a hundred times better. I’ve had plenty of
practice. Especially the past three months.

“Listen I don’t know who you are. I don’t
want to offend you but it’s true. I’ve never heard of you. So if
you’re somebody’s fiancé I don’t know whose and I’m not a groupie.
I don’t sleep around so the likely hood I’ve fucked your man is
highly unlikely.” I say pleasantly. No need to get all bent out of
shape over nothing.

She lets out a long breath. “I just assumed
with you dressed like that you’d slept with most of the band.”

I laugh. “I don’t dress like this normally.
Stacy says I look like an accountant most of the time.”

She chuckles and wipes her brow. “Ok. Sorry I
didn’t mean to get all nasty. We’ve just been through a lot the
past year and I came to show him support. I don’t want to piss off
Stacy he’s a brother to the band.”

I nod agreeing with her. And I turn and see D
take the stage. His mouth drops open and he points to me. I give
him a saucy smile. He stands behind his purple drums and acts like
he’s jacking himself in front of his pants like a pervert and then
makes his hand explode to look like he just jizzed, at the same
time he squishes up his face for the fake orgasm. I laugh and shake
my head, as I roll my eyes. That man I swear is such a pervert.

“See I told you. You’re his type.” The
brunette whispers into my ear chuckling.

“He always tries to sleep with me but I think
it’s a game for him.” I tell her.

It’s not like I don’t think D’s hot because
the entire band is. Especially Johnathan. But D’s the epitome of
raunchy pervert. He’s tall like six foot or so. He’s got brown hair
that he’s let it grow long enough he can pull it back into a short
pony and has brown eyes. And he’s got a ton of tattoos all over,
even on his knuckles. I’ve seen his package once but never
again!

Keith and Price take the stage from the back
like D and Ms. Brunette waves to them. They nod at her and then see
it’s me standing in this slutty get up and Keith rolls his eyes.
He’s not much for sexual clothes. I think he prefers his woman to
be more of an accountant than a stripper. Kind of weird considering
he’s a rock star.

They strum the guitars to get them ready and
Deacon bangs on his drums a bit. He puts his sticks into his right
hand and points to me again. I watch him like a dumbass and he V’s
his fingers and flicks his tongue between them like he’s giving me
oral. I roll my eyes and flip him off, laughing. He’s kind of
amusing. In a pervert who needs to attend sex addicts anonymous
way.

Johnathan enters the stage and catches D
egging me on. He stops by his drums and smacks him in the arm. The
crowds so loud and they’re too far away that I can hear what he’s
saying to him. But they are in some sort of conversation. Johnathan
eyes me and then walks a little further and the woman beside me
waves to him with a big smile on her face and he looks like he just
about died. His face drains of all color and he mouths ‘What are
you doing here?’ to her.

“Hey Em, how’s it going? Sorry I couldn’t get
u here sooner.” Stacy says coming up behind me. Placing his arms
around me for a quick hug.

“That’s alright. I liked Ice the Monkey.”

He rubs my little bump. “How’s the babies
doing?”

“They’re good.”

He backs away and turns me around to face him
better. “Jesus Christ, James warned me you were a little sexier
tonight. But fuck! Do you want to give every man and woman a romp?
Because in that get up they’ll want to when they look at you.” He
says excitedly, his eyes wide.

I blush and smack his arm. “Stop it. This is
my second to last show I wanted to make an impression.” I
curtsy.

“Don’t do that! Everyone will see your birth
canal. Please tell me you’re wearing full panties!?” He walks
around to my backside and lifts my dress a little. “Thank the lord
you’re not wearing a thong.”

“It came with a G-string.” I laugh and bat my
eyelashes playfully.

“Oh, good heavens you’re going to kill me in
that.”

“Do I look that bad?” I pout. If he thinks I
look horrible I think I might just die. I knew he’d think it’s too
much but ‘kill me’ can be taken in both a good and bad way.

“You don’t look bad Em. You look like a
petite big breasted escort, a fucking hot one that men would pay
thousands of dollars to just have a date with. Or lesbians like
Claire of course.” He winks.

“Yeah Claire would love this. Oh god that
gives me an idea.” I take out my iPhone and hand it to him. “Take a
picture of me so we can send it to her.”

“Ok. If you want her to want you this is the
way to do it. Now bend over slightly. Just don’t show too much of
that birth canal.” He laughs loud. “And push up those lovely
tits.”

I listen and he snaps a few pictures. I take
back my phone and send all of them to Claire even the not so good
ones.

I notice the crowd is even louder and
Johnathan is on stage not even singing yet. He’s in the middle of a
conversation with this chick that was on the stage next to me.
Stacy turns and looks too. Guess we were both too engrossed to
notice.

“Oh fuck!” Stacy yells loud storming past me
and onto the stage. He grabs the woman by the arms. She’s made her
way half way out and she’s yelling now. It so loud in the hall you
can’t hear what they’re saying.

I walk out because she’s refusing to leave
the stage. She’s almost kicking Stacy. I can’t let that happen. And
she and Johnathan and now Keith are fighting. I’m about half way
there when Deacon rushes up behind me and grabs me around the waist
and hauls me back to the side of the stage. I’m kicking for him to
let me go but he won’t.

“What the fuck D.” I punch him in the
chest.

“Emily. You do not need mixed up in this
mess. Let them sort it out.”

“Who? What the hell is going on?”

“That.” He points to the woman and Johnathan
arguing. “Is Ashley.”

My mouth drops and I nearly collapse. D grabs
me and holds me to his chest. Fuck another rock hard chest. What
kind of supplements do these men take? Shit! And that’s Ashley? She
has an engagement ring on! Oh shit! An engagement ring! He already
proposed! Son of a bitch! I knew they were planning stuff. But damn
that ring is gigantic! I breathe in hard. Tears are welling in my
eyes.

“It’s going to be okay Emily.” D of all
people soothes and rubs my back.

“The crowd is going to get pissed if this
doesn’t stop and the show doesn’t start.” I say calmer than I feel.
I think my heart just fell out and is bouncing on the stage. Maybe
I should go find it? He’s holding me so I can’t see the stage or
what’s happening. I want to look but if she hits Stacy or Johnathan
I will lose it. I think D probably knows that. He’s no dummy.

“Yeah, well they’ll enjoy the fighting too.
Let them all have it out. It was going to happen eventually. If the
fans get mad they’ll survive. And we will still perform when it’s
over.” He pats my back holding onto me for dear life.

“I think you can let me go now D.” I put my
feet on the ground steadily and try to push away. He won’t let go
of me.

“Emily. This is the only time in my life I am
going to hold you and try not to have sex with you. So deal with
it. But I can’t let you go. I know you well enough that you’ll get
mixed up in that shit and that’s none of your business. Johnathan’s
put you through enough and you and those little babies are not
going to get in the middle.” He says nicely. Who would have through
D was nice to me. He must care in his own fucked up D kind of
way.

“Can I at least get out my phone and call
James to make her leave? He’ll know what to do.”

D turns his head to look at the stage but
keeps my eyes adverted.

“No need, he’s already out there.”

“Is she gone yet?”

I feel like I’m asking for a play-by-play to
a football game.

“Not yet. But Stacy, Price, Johnathan, Keith,
Davis, James and another roadie is on the stage taking care of it.
Don’t you worry. It will be alright.” He reassures gently and
kisses my head.

“You know D you can be sweet.” I press into
his chest and arms more.

“Shhhh… Don’t tell the ladies. It’ll kill my
image.” He teases with a dark laugh.

“Do you got her?!” I hear James yell.

“Yeah, she’s safe.” D yells back his head
turned watching the scene play out.

I wish I could watch. But I get why I’m being
protected. I don’t need another level of bullshit on my shoulders.
It’s not just about me anymore it’s about the babies and I’ve had
way too much stress lately. I just can’t believe I was playing
nicey nicey with Ashley. Granted I was being stupid and didn’t
realize it was Ashley. I probably should have known. But the
engagement ring threw me off. I have to keep reminding myself what
Claire said. It’s not Ashley’s fault she didn’t ask to be lied to
and roped along like me. She’s just an innocent woman in all of
this fucked up charade like I am too. It’s hard to see it that way
when you feel threatened by a woman. But Claire is right. Even if I
hate to admit it.

My phone vibrates in my purse. I’ve got a
text.

“Hey D can you let me go for a min I got a
text? I promise I’ll stay right here and not look but I think it’s
Claire.”

He lets me go. “Okay. Just stay here. Is
Claire the lady from that ad agency?”

I dig my phone out of my clutch. “Yeah. She’s
a CEO of the company.”

“Why is she texting you this late?”

Oh wow something he doesn’t know. He must not
pay much attention when I talk then. This will be a dozy.

“It’s not business, it’s pleasure.” I click
the screen to open her message and holy fucking shit! She sent me a
pic of her pussy. And god that looks so hot!

“You and her? Seriously?” he’s not buying
it.

I hold up the pic to his line of sight.
“Yep.”

He looks at it with eyes wide. “Damn. That’s
a sexy cunt. Fuck Emily. I thought you were perfect before. But
damn. Now you one upped yourself. How’s she taste?”

Oh, the pervert is back.

“Her pussy is divine.” I smile and giggle,
blushing fifty shades of red.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about
you and her. Shit. Why do you have to go telling me all this now
when I gotta be a gentleman?”