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"You and A
There was a scrabble for the phone, and then A
I smiled weakly, pulse hammering, because I knew what she was going to ask me next.
She inhaled—maybe a cigarette, probably a joint—and dropped the bomb right in my lap. "Can you make it out here for the wedding?"
My hands were shaking and I had the urge to run away, though I wouldn't get far in this shoebox I called my home. "You and Daddy are having a wedding?"
"Oh, we're too damn old to have a big thing," A
A million thoughts vied for space in my brain—the thought of A
But the thought that took up the most space was I'm going to see Jax again.
And right after it, the horrified realization that Jaxson Blue, third generation rock royalty—the cocky asshole who took my virginity and then broke my heart in the most public way possible—was going to be my stepbrother.
Chapter Four
Jax
"Thanks for today, Bev." I gobbled the last dredges of my soggy sandwich.
"I'll call in the morning with your itinerary," she replied, flipping through her phone. "Busy day."
"When is it not?" I grumbled. The label had me ru
And ended up ru
"Mr. Blue, I'm sorry to bother you, but I felt like things were a little… unfinished up there."
The little blogger was lying in wait in the alleyway behind the building. Ca
Well, fuck it. "I'm staying at the Plaza," I told her gruffly.
Her eyes shone, but to her credit, she didn't say another word—just raced back to her car and peeled out with a squeal that would have been comical if I was capable of laughing anymore.
So there was tonight. A bottle, a blogger, and some pleasant distraction. Life could be worse, I reminded myself.
She was waiting for me in the lobby, and was on her knees the second we got into the private elevator.
"I'm just such a fan of yours," she cooed, stroking the length of my cock and licking her lips. "I've wanted to meet you for so long…"
"Slow down, honey," I gritted. She was tugging so hard it felt like she wanted to wrench the whole thing off of me.
"Ooh, sorry. Let me kiss it better."
The doors dinged open and I came face to face with my mother.
A
The blogger squeaked and jumped back from my cock like it was on fire. "Miss Blue! Oh my God, I am so sorry, but I am your biggest fan. I have all of your albums, even the stuff that came out before I was born. You're a legend!"
"Thank you, honey," A
"You can call me!" the blogger bleated as I stepped out of the elevator into the penthouse. The doors shut before I replied, which was fine.
"What?" I asked A
She rolled her eyes at me. "You have a good night?"
"It was going to be," I retorted, "until my fucking mother crashed my room. What are you even doing here?"
"I paid for this. That means it's mine." A
"What did you want to tell me?" For the first time, I took in the scene in front of me. The whole fucking entourage was here, all of the old farts that have been my mother's road team since before I even existed. Crusty Pete, Bash, Diggs, Gregory Fingers, the guys I used to call uncles and sometimes wanted to call Daddy.
Just then, Nails wandered up and slung his arm around A
I gri
Nails stroked his beard. "Nah, I cleaned it out this morning. Had the eggs for breakfast."
I laughed as he extended his hand. We clasped forearms for a moment before I realized something. "Hey, why are you being so nice? You're usually a complete asshole."
I expected Nails to grunt and swear at me, walking away in a surly mood like he always does. A
"Let's have a drink," A
"Like hell you were," I muttered. By the way she was slurring, A
"It's a fucking celebration," Nails boomed, returning with three shot glasses. "Down the hatch." He slammed his own back before I even brought mine to my lips, then slung his arm around A
"What are we celebrating?" I asked. My hackles were up. A
The two old farts looked at each other with such goopy expressions on their faces that I nearly vomited the bourbon right back up again. "Your mother here has decided to stop stringing me along," Nails said gruffly, his tone a lot gentler than his words.
A
Something exploded inside of my head, right above my left eyebrow. "You what?!"
"We're getting married, Jax."
"Why… the fuck… would you do that?" My mouth was hanging open like I was an idiot and I closed it tightly, right before I exploded again. "You're getting married?"
"It's about time, we figured," Nails said, like this wasn't the stupidest thing anyone had ever said. "I love your mama. You know, that Jax."
"Whatever." I was being an asshole, but I couldn't help it. "This is stupid. You're old. Who cares, at this point?"
"We do," A
But another explosion in my brain stopped me in my tracks. "Wait," I said, turning on my heel. "Does Lily know?"
Nails pulled himself back from pawing my mother long enough to reply. "Yeah, we still gotta call her," he said, just as casually as A