Chapter Eleven
Jenny
I was standing in front of my mirror, straightening my hair when I see him stand in the door frame to my room. I look over, straightener in hand as I slide it down my unruly mass of curls, desperate to get order. “Hey?” I ask because he looks like he needs something, but too scared to ask. “What’s up?”
I place the straightener down and go for the next piece stopping when he moves from the door jam and makes his way toward me. My heart starts to race like it always does, because I am a self-proclaimed Cal junkie one hundred percent obsessed with him. He has this swagger to him that makes me wet, but tonight he has a look in his eyes that says he will eat me alive if I let him touch me.
New development after last night’s clarity smackdown.
He comes up behind me and slips his hand around my waist and uses his chin to move my half curled, half straight hair from my neck. My sigh of complete and total submission isn’t unnoticed as he pulls me back into him, the hard ridge of his cock, a brand on my bare ass under my robe.
“You’re so fucking beautiful Jen.” He says and kisses below my ear, right over my pulse point.
“You’re trouble.”
“You, are the very definition of trouble Pope.” He says and places a hand on my ass and starts to gently rub me. I don’t know where the sudden desire comes from, but honestly it kind of throws me, once again.
Before I fall into him entirely, I hear Axe come bounding down the hallway. I use ASL to tell him hello and elbow Cal to back up. I never want him confused, or even hopeful where Cal and I are concerned.
Cal backs up and coughs, turning away from Axe and I as he readjusts himself. I laugh and swoop Axe into my arms. “What are you doing handsome son of mine.” I use ASL as I speak to him.
‘Followed daddy to scare him.’ He signs and I laugh turning to see Cal who was obviously sidetracked by me.
“I told you to get ready Pal. You’re going to aunt Mya’s tonight remember?” He signs and keeps his eyes on mine.
Axe starts jumping up and down in excitement knowing he will be spoiled relentlessly tonight. He runs from the room and went to pack I’m sure. I look to Cal, curious what he is planning to do tonight.
“What are you up to in here?” He steps away from me and sits on the end of my bed and I am reminded all too quickly he is and will always be Captain Hot and Cold.
“We are taking Raleigh to see Denver Kent tonight.” I slide my fingers through my now straight hair to make sure I straightened it evenly and look at him through my mirror as I apply my makeup.
“Oh…” He doesn’t say much but I can see he is overthinking every word I just said. “Who is ‘we’?”
I roll my eyes, masking the hurt that he would think, even attempt to think, that I am going to go back to my old ways. He might always see me as a fangirl. I get it, I put myself in the position to always need to fight to be taken seriously these days. But honestly, I thought he knew better by now. “Asa, Sully, Bright, Raleigh and Noah. Otto and Dali might show up, but they are fighting something fierce lately so I don’t know yet.”
I refuse to pay him any mind as I get ready. Tonight, is going to be fun and he won’t destroy it for me.
“Did Noah get you guys VIP passes?” He asks and starts playing on his phone. Texting Noah I assume. Thinks I need a watchdog if I am at a concert. I wasn’t always that woman I turned into. Drugs, sex and rock and roll will do that to you. I wasn’t always the fangirl who liked partying. I love music and concerts were always my favorite thing to do. I made the mistake of letting it take me the wrong way and he knew that now.
I turn to look at Cal, masking my shame and embarrassment and obvious assumption that I will forever be a party girl. I refuse to ever, ever let him or anyone for that matter, know they could hurt me. “No, we are sitting in general admission.”
He shakes his head no. “Jen, I can call and get you guys VIP. Noah is tight with Denver.”
I walk over to him and use my hand to pull his chin up to look at me, wishing he would actually see me. “General admission is the best part. Beer in plastic cups, room to dance, a few joints between friends. Cheap seats with an acoustic show… it’s magic.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Magic is watching from side stage and sharing a joint with him after.” He smiles and I hate his arrogance.
“You reallyarethis arrogant these days?” I don’t hide the bitch in me, I get exhausted dealing with his power house rocker bullshit. Cal ten years ago is not the same Cal today.
He laughs and grabs my hand pulling me in so I am between his legs. “Arrogant? I guess.” He laughs again and wraps his arms around me. “You seem offended by it though Jen?”
I pull his hands from around my waist and walk to my closet. “Tell me if Axe comes down the hall.” I grab my black skinny jeans with the tears in the knees and open the robe. Am I playing fair? No, but he wants to toy with me I will toy with him. I let him watch me dress as I chew his ass for forgetting to live.
“Do you even remember the excitement of watching a show from the nose-bleed section? Waiting all week, counting down to the car ride to the venue? Pregame drinking before? Singing every word at the top of your lungs because you’re that big of a fan?”
He stands and walks to my door, standing guard with his back to it so he can watch me dress and still stop Axe from coming in. “I love the fans in G.A. Jen. They are the real fans, the die-hard’s.”
“Yeah? When was the last time you were one?” I ask and clasp my bra, watching him swallow hard as my chest conceals under the lace.