Clint Eastwood

Chapter 10

Brantley's POV:

Jessie came bouncing out of the bedroom, content that her 'crisis' was handled. I had to laugh at her. She looked at my tshirt and laughed. "What?" I asked. "We match!" She giggled and opened her jacket to point at her Harley tank top. I grinned at her. "Sure do." I chuckled. We loaded up in the truck, Sylo included, and headed to the stadium. Once there, we made it to sound check, then it was showtime. Sylo and I stood backstage, while Jessie rocked the house. My dog was whining and pulling at his leash, trying to get to Jessie. He fell in love with her immediately. A reported stopped me and asked a few questions, then my manager snapped a picture of me backstage. He posted it to my social media sites with the caption "Support your women... They like that sh#t..". Jessie was just about to start up her newest song "lights down low", when Sy finally broke free. He took off running on stage and stopped at Jessie's feet. He woofed loudly. "Hi baby!!! Come here big boy!" She bent and hefted Sy up into her arms, nuzzling him close. "Where's my other big boy? Where's daddy?" She asked the pup. Sy looked in my direction and woofed again. Jessie motioned me to join her so I walked out and took the large canine from her arms. He came willingly, and I kissed Jessie quickly before heading backstage. She sang her song, the last of the night, and the crowd went nuts. After the show, she had an interview lined up. So we met in the conference room at the stadium. Jessie curled up in one of the chairs and kicked off her shoes, Sylo sitting with her. I sat next to her and the interviewer sat across from her. "So leather and chains.. This is a new look for you Miss James." He motioned to her outfit. She giggled. "That's what happens when your man dresses you." She snorted and thunked her hand against my chest. I smirked and shrugged. We all chuckled. "So tell us about this label switch? We've only gotten bits and pieces from outside sources." He said. "Well.. I refused to pose naked for a magazine shoot. My label told me that I should have, even though I don't feel comfortable doing that. I told them no. They fired me. Not only did they fire me, they threatened to keep all my masters, everything I had already recorded for this album, and every un-recorded song I had written." She paused to breath. "So when I called Brantley to  him what happened, he called my current label and explained the situation. The boss man was awesome. Their lawyers filed suit against my old label, and now I have all my material, masters, written, and recorded." She smiled and sat back. We wrapped up the interview and headed back to the truck. After loading Sylo in, Jessie hugged me tight. "Thank you." She said softly. "For what?" I asked. "For being you." She shrugged shyly. I kissed her forehead and patted her behind. "Hey B.." She asked. I was waiting for more seriousness. She made me laugh when she said "I'm hungry again." That little hot mess was always hungry. I didn't see where she put it. She ate nearly as much as I did. I swing through the drive though and grabbed 3 large pizzas. That should hold us for a little while. I liked that Messie wasn't picky. She didn't mind when I ordered for her, or decided something. I wasn't trying to control her, it was just simpler. I noticed that she would again ice over something when she had too many choices. This made her life simple. I knew her well enough to know her likes and dislikes, so I found that things were easier for her when I gave her 2 choices. Or just chose for her. We grabbed the pizzas and I set them on the dash so Sy wouldn't get them. Jessie moaned. I looked at her. "I can smell the cheesey goodness. And bacon.. I smell bacon. Mmm..." She moaned again. "Christ woman! Here, eat. You're killin me here. When you moan like that my mind goes straight into the gutter." I groaned and handed her a box of pizza. "But we're in your truck! You don't let anyone eat or drink in your truck!" She said hastily. I looked at her. "Then don't make a mess." I grinned and patted her thigh. She smiled a toothy grin at me and dove into that pizza.