Destiny Rules: The Sequel

Chapter 30

August 1, 2010, Tampa, Florida

Stevie looked up, feeling the eyes of someone burning through her. Lindsey. He sat across the room as they all occupied a backstage loading area while waiting to go on stage for soundcheck. She met his eyes briefly with a half-smile, trying to play it cool. It had been three days since they spent the afternoon making love in her hotel room—his wife and her girlfriends all blissfully unaware while relaxing in the hotel spa. Ever since, they'd tried desperately to get a moment alone - but with this week's schedule, it was impossible.

"Stevie!" Christine's voice broke her from her thoughts. "What's this I hear about you sneaking around with a man?"

"What?" Stevie's head nervously snapped around, suddenly paying full attention, her hands instantly clamming up. Across the way, Lindsey fidgeted his hands while pretending not to listen.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me."

"Chris, what—"

"Mark! You know, the dopey sound tech. Someone said you've been spotted with him in several hotel lobbies now," Christine cracked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh god!" Stevie felt a wave of relief crash through her entire body, "Chris! He's my weed guy, get serious."

Christine laughed, "What, like that's ever stopped you before? I'm sure he has more than one talent."

"Jesus, Christine," Lindsey rolled his eyes with a laugh from across the table, "Stevie's practically old enough to be his mother."

Stevie shot him an icy glare, "Excuse me? And? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I didn't mean it like that, I just..." he stuttered over his words nervously.

"Your wife is young enough to be your daughter. That never stopped you," she spat, standing up and walking away.

"Stevie!" He jumped up, instinctively running after her while the McVie's gave him a look before laughing to each other.

She stormed off, immediately triggered by his tone and choice of words. If she were being honest, sometimes she loved Lindsey's jealousy. She loved that he wanted her so badly that it physically hurt him to see her entertain anyone else. While annoying and controlling at times, there was a part of her that found romance in his desire to be her only person. She loved that she knew how to press all his buttons, and he hers. But there was an ugly side to it as well, especially when they found themselves in situations like this when he had no right to be jealous in the first place.

"Stevie!" He called again as she walked down the hall, pulling her arm back towards him as he caught up to her.

"You're a DICK," she seethed as she spun around in his arms, his grip on her forearm loosening as she stumbled into him.

"I'm an idiot, I did NOT mean to say it like that I just..."

"Just what? I'll fuck whoever I want, let's get one thing straight. And I can fuck whoever I want on this tour, whether they're young enough to be my son or old enough to be my grandfather. Got that?"

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to react and letting her say what she needed, "Okay," he sighed through gritted teeth, "I know."

"Yeah?" She challenged, this time pulling him by the arm, the two of them twisting behind a wall of giant trunks and wardrobe cases that lined the hallway.

"Yes. I don't know why I said that I just....hate anyone thinking you're fucking anyone else, okay?"

She bit her lower lip, trying not to smile at his twisted admission. He watched as she leaned her body back up against one of the closed wardrobe trunks, her eyes now trailing up and down him. He shifted in front of her, the sound of shoes and crew people stomping down the hallway interrupting their moment.