Loft Music

Chapter 4

Abel’s POV:

I was sitting on a stool directly in front of the bartender at the club, I needed the drinks to be easily accessible. I needed to get my mind off all the shit that was going on, I needed to stop having these bizarre feelings for Jessa when she treated all my niggas the same way as she treated me. It was so fucking hard to ignore her though when she was dancing just a few feet away from me in that sexy leather dress with her 6 inch Jimmy Choos.

It was crazy the influence she had on all the niggas around her. She was never trashy like those groupies I had been with, but still all of those guys were tryna grind on her.

It had been two days since our show in Munich, and we had to take the tour bus down to the next show. I was so faded right now I couldn’t even remember what country was next.

The one thing I could remember though was the regret I felt. The lack of sleep and partying ways of tour had finally gotten to all of us and yesterday Jessa and I had such a bad argument that I would be surprised if she even talked to me before we got back home to Toronto.

*Flashback*

"Are you jealous or something?" I challenged her, secretly wanting to know her answer.

"No I’m not fucking jealous, Abel. At least have some fucking dignity, you’re a professional on tour you can’t just bring your groupies on stage when we know good and well you hit and run with them." She said, and I could tell she was getting angry. Jessa was such a calm person though, and even though her voice wasn’t raised, it wasn’t in the usual steady manner. As angry as I could she was for some reason I couldn’t stop challenging her. I wanted to say it was the drink in my system, but maybe I was just an asshole.

"Why do you care then? You’re only on this tour because you met me. Don’t be fucking pissed off cause I’m giving others chicks besides you opportunity. If I wasn’t here, neither would you," As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I instantly regretted it. I could see not only the angry fire in her eyes, but now also the hurt. I had essentially called her talentless.

"I’m sorry you feel that so much of my success should be owed to you," and with that she walked out. I couldn’t tell whether or not she was crying. I doubted it though, which made me feel even more guilty because Jessa wasn’t going to cry about it. Nor was she going to find an escape at the bottom of a bottle like I would. She suffers with it and holds it in.

*End Flashback*

After that fight, it was obvious though that Aubrey and Jahron had heard about it because they never said anything directly, but they kept shooting me dirty looks which also added to my guilt because it was clear they forced the information out of Jessa who then threatened them to not be angry with me.

God, what the fuck was my problem? I knew I had to change if I ever wanted anything with Jessa. But did I want anything with her? I was that kinda dick nigga to want a girl purely because I couldn’t have her.

Jessa’s POV:

I watched as Abel sat by the bar, bitches crowding him and he barely gave them a second glance. I don’t know why but that made me happy.

I was about to go grab a drink myself when I felt a hand on my waist pulling me close. I never got a good look at the guy before I felt his lips breathing down on my ears.

"You look nice tonight," his husky voice was instantly recognizable and our bodies moved completely in synch to the music. His hands firmly around my waist.

He was sporting the all black look, which really suited him. “You shouldn’t let Abel get to you, you know,” He said as he pulled away a little so that we were face to face, “He doesn’t mean that shit. He’s just so fucked up all the time.”

His eyes were staring directly into mine as he said that, and I could feel the sincerity. I knew how much Aubrey cared for Abel. It was evident in everything, I think Aubrey almost thought he was a mentor to Abel.

"And it’s not true either Jessa, I mean I might not have met you had you not been friends with Abel. But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t be a fucking star."

He smiled down at me, and I adverted my gaze for a quick second just to see not just one, but two blonde bitches all over Abel. This time though, he was all over them too, sloppily taking his time and kissing both.

Before I knew what I was doing, while the emotion and jealousy was still hot in my blood, I brought my hands up to Aubrey’s face and kissed him.

It was evident he was surprised, but he didn’t pull away. I could taste the lean on his lips and in turn I’m sure he could taste the Hennessy on mine.

I lowered my hands down to his shoulders and his hand moved lower down from my waist, eventually squeezing my ass. The PDA here was ridiculous, but I didn’t give a fuck. I knew what I was doing was wrong but this was different. Aubrey was no stranger to this life and we were both just having some fun.

"Let’s get out of her," He whispered in my ear and I gladly agreed.

—

The car stopped in front of our hotel, and as soon as the elevator doors closed with just us two on, I all but jumped into his arms, my legs around his waist as he basically carried me by my ass.

We sloppily kissed, our tongues playfully wrestling with each other. The elevator felt like hours, the foreplay and teasing made it almost unbearable.

When we finally reached his floor, I was still being carried by him as he hurriedly took his hotel card out of his pocket and we entered the suite.

He closed the door behind him with his foot and lightly threw me on the bed while he took his shirt off and placed himself on top of me, careful not to press all of his weight on me.

He then roughly lifted my dress just barely about the waist and pushed my thong to the side before inserting himself into me.

And just like that, we had crossed a boundary of professionalism that I always told myself I would keep. All out of spite.