Ear Candy - A WLW Fiction

Chapter 7

Sol's POV

     I can't help but look at Dante in concern and amusement at the same time. She just got scolded by Sean because of her outrageous decision to not stick what we rehearsed and didn't do her solo during that one song. Luckily, Sawyer was able to pick up Dante's lack of focus and made an adlib to cover up her mistake.

   It did disappoint Sean because she was the leader of the group and as the eldest one, she wants to bring out the best in us to look and sound good along with our manager.

   On the other note, I do feel bad about Dante's side. I never seen her lacking focus in awhile. I got a strong feeling it must be because of that one girl at the party.

      But what can she do? She had to stick with this Playgirl image for the fans and paparazzi. Though it was a problematic idea coming from the agency, it did do its job in boosting our popularity as a group.

    About 45% of our fans came to see Dante play guitar and plan to woo her and experience Dante's way with words and swim their way to win Dante's heart...

   Here's the thing, the girl became too numb of the idea of being the heartbreaker just for the sake of saving the group to the point that she never even acknowledge her heart and eventually did become one real heartbreaker.

  I heard my phone vibrated as the group chat notification binged.

   I whistle in amusement seeing the latest tagged photos of Devin with Denisse.

   "Devin's got a good catch." I said and glanced at Dante who was sleeping on the couch.

   Hearing my comment, I heard Sean and Sawyer immediately racing towards my direction as they peeked over my shoulder to see the photo.

   "Oooohh..." I heard Sawyer said as Sean shook her head.
  "Wait, she looks a little familiar." Sean took the phone from my hands as she zoomed in the photo. I eyed back at the both of them with a knowing look. However, what they could only return is a confused look all over their faces.

   Poor gays, they don't know any damn thing without me around.

"Sol what—"

   "What did that twat do this time?" Dante cut Sean off as she removed her arm away from her eyes as she suddenly rose from the couch.

   "I thought you're sleeping." I smirked. "Damn you, Sol. I had enough of that damned drink. I'm tired of puking in the plane." She said as she massaged her temple and she leaned forward, earning support on her lap with her elbows resting on it.

   I clicked my tongue and teasingly shook my head. "Check the Group Chat."

   She grunted as a reply and opened her phone. My eyes looked at her direction in anticipation as she opened the Group Chat

  "Your lil sis caught a little fish, girlie." And ironically, she caught it from your pond. I smirked and rested my back against the backrest in contentment.

Seeing this woman restless was a sight to see, she hardly gives a fuck but somehow after skipping Ibiza clubbing, she started acting like a women-crazed lesbian.

   I know she's got women left and right but it wasn't this severe. It almost looks like she's doing it all to forget somebody.

   She grabbed one cigar stick from the pack that was sitting on the table and lit it up before taking a puff and took out her phone.

   A smirk tugged up my lips seeing her eyebrow suddenly furrowing as she moved her fingers on the screen as if to zoom in the photo.

   It didn't take long for her to aggressively press on her screen as if she's texting someone and I didn't miss the chance to hear her curse under her breath while doing so.