Loft Music

Chapter 5

Abel’s POV:

I was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol tonight. It was one bad decision after another, but there was still something in the back of my mind. Jessa.

I didn’t give a fuck about her hating me I told myself. If she wants to hate me, feel free, I just needed to clear shit up. For the tour. Yeah, for the tour. I don’t need Aubrey or Jahron on my back about her. I know they’re protective as shit.

I walk over to Lamar whose eying some blonde skank, who usually would be just my type. But not tonight. “Do you know where J is?” I asked.

He turns around to look at me, clearly annoyed by me distracting him from her ass. “Yeah, I saw her making out with Aubrey, then they left,” he says before re-directing his attention back to the blonde hoe.

Why was my blood boiling at the thought of Jessa and Aubrey hooking up? Jessa was definitely not the saint we made fun of her for being, she fucked around, not a lot, but enough. So why the fuck was this time any different. She was always my wing-girl pretending to play clingy my girlfriend to lure those hot psychos.

I knew why though, it was something about Aubrey. Something about him with Jessa. I loved that nigga, and I don’t why all of a sudden I was fuming at him when he hadn’t done shit.

It was definitely my mixture of bourbon, whiskey and lean. Lamar probably wasn’t even seeing straight, some other chick was probably with Aubrey. He was high off his mind, and Jessa always said this tour was her workplace and workplace relationships were inappropriate. God what was that girl, a saint? She thought she was so much better than I was.

What the fuck is happening to me? Why am I so angry at Jessa, if anything she’s the one I’m looking for to apologize too. But she was nowhere in sight.

I looked around and found something that I needed, a distraction. I looked as I faced a girl who reminded me very strongly of the one I was just trying to forget. But I needed this distraction, I told myself. I didn’t care if she looked like Jessa and that definitely wasn’t my intention.

Jessa’s POV:

"And here I thought you were such a good girl," Aubrey says as he thrusts himself into me, his voice low as he whispers in my ear.

We had been doing this all night and it was almost time to wake up now but I don’t know what it was with me today but I was craving the warm comfort of Abel. The way his hands knew just what to do, just which spot to touch.

"Oh Abel," I moaned against his soft stubble that my mouth was pressed to.

Abel? What the fuck? I opened my eyes and still pressed inside me was Aubrey. He hadn’t seem too notice, I knew he was high as shit right now. I’d be surprised if either of us remembered this night.

Why the fuck was I moaning Abel’s name while fucking Aubrey? It must be because I’m high as shit, and wasted out of my mind. Who would have thought I’d find myself in bed with Drake of all people. This shit was going to cause such a seen in the morning. But I couldn’t think of the morning, not right now. I allowed myself to turn my complete attention to the pleasure I was feeling.

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I woke with a pounding head a bed that I knew all too well, the common hotel scent, overpowering everything else. I embrace the familiarity, for everything that I could be possibly grateful for, I’m grateful for some sort of constant. It doesn’t matter if we’re staying at the Hilton or the Waldorf, hotels are the same; the white sheets, the TV placed exactly in the center.

One look at the window and I know it’s already late, I must have drank so fucking much. Aubrey must be pissed, I had planned to go to the studio with him today, but with that being said, I could barely even remember what fucking city we were in.

Just as I am about to drag myself out of bed, I hear a faint sigh and feel a shit next to me. Oh god Jessa, you fucking slept with someone again.

I still wasn’t over waking up finding Abel in bed next to me, I don’t even know whether or not I fucked him. He said we didn’t, but I know who he is, despite what he tries to hide.

Please don’t let it be Abel, I feel myself thinking. But when I roll over gently, careful not to wake my drunken whim, I find someone far worse. I bring my hands to my mouth to cover the shock that I feel.

I just slept with fucking Aubrey. I just slept with a person who is the closest equivalent to my boss in this industry. I fucking slept with Aubrey. How does that even happen, how fucked up was I to let that happen?

This wasn’t like the time with Abel, I know we fucked. I can tell by my lack of clothing, and his too. I can feel it in the slight ache between my legs. I just crossed a line that should never have happened.

My subconscious won’t stop telling me what a fucking idiot I am, and I know. I’m very, very, very aware. But I need to do something, I can’t let him know this happened. If it’s just me who knows, I can deal with that, no boundaries crossed.

I feel slightly guilty for god knows what reason as I formulate a plan in my brain. I was fucked up last night, and I wouldn’t have remembered had it not been for me being in his bed, and the slight soreness. How many rounds did we even go last night?

If I just leave, Aubrey will think he just hooked up with some random chick, it’s not like it’d be something unusual. And if for some reason I do get caught, if for some reason he actually remembers, I’ll tell him it was already late by the time he woke up. Please, please, please don’t let him remember.

Abel’s POV:

This fucking elevator has been taking years to leave the lobby. I had tried to go home with some hoe last night from the club, or at least bring some bitch back with me, but for some reason I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take out the images of Tessa and Aubrey fucking from my mind.

I needed to go and grab my shit and head down to the studio, blaze some and release whatever the fuck I was feeling into my music. Now that Kiss Land was already released, I had to bring something even better. Shit that nobody was expecting from me and this could be the start I need.

When the elevator finally gets to floor 82, the floor right below mine, it stops. Great, now I have to wait for some person to get on the fucking elevator just one floor before mine.

I didn’t even know what was up with me today, what kind of nigga gets angry over elevators.

As the doors open at a painfully slow speed, none other than the very last person I want to see walks in, at least I think she is.

Why was I even annoyed with her? Jessa used to be one of my closest friends. But as I eye her down, her dress from last night and smudged makeup, I remember why. She slept with fucking Aubrey.

That was why I was in such a bad mood, but why was that even my place?

I was so deep in thought I didn’t even realize when Jessa said something, or I think she did because now she was looking expectantly at me, as if waiting for a response.

"What were you doing on Aubrey’s floor?" I asked, rather than answering whatever she had just asked me.

My voice and eyes are accusing, and it’s evident that she knows it too. I’m trying not to make it seem as if I practically stalked Lamar to find out her whereabouts last night. I almost forgot though as the words came out of my mouth, that she was still mad at me.

My eyes soften a little, remembering her smile falter as I accused her of only being famous because of me. Guilt runs through me as I recall the incident.

"Sorry," I mumble when my elevator finally fucking reaches my floor.

Just as I get out, I swear I heard Jessa’s voice, quiet and remorseful, “Please don’t tell Aubrey,” and with that, the elevator door closes.