Every Good Girl Needs A Bad Boy

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Bella
Time to go. It was time to go. Now. Immediately. After hearing Brantley sing, I was raring to go. His voice always revved my engine. Throw in his long.. well.. everything. Yeah.. it was time to go. He must've seen the look in my eyes as he walked off the stage, because he walked right up to me. I purred and kissed him. "Baby girl..." Brantley chuckled darkly as he patted my ass. "Hmm?" I moaned, more concerned with keeping my hands on him. "Your mic's still on..." he rumbled. Then it dawned on me. That explains why the crowd was roaring so loud. "Damn it!" I huffed as my cheeks went red. Brantley laughed and kissed me soundly before we were rudely interrupted. "Daddy, huh? Just who do you think you are?" I whipped around at the sound of Bradley's voice. My ex-manager walked towards us with his own mic. "I'm Brantley fuckin Gilbert, that's who." Brantley growled and stepped towards him. Security rushed the stage to keep them from getting too close to each other. "That's my ring you've got on that chain." Bradley snarled. "You mean this one?" Brantley smirked, and fingered my purity ring. "I put that ring on her finger, I was supposed to be the one to take it off!" Bradley sneered. Brantley chuckled, and I knew that it was about to get ugly. "You're a little late there buddy, that ship done sailed." He smirked darkly and tossed a wink my way. I blushed and barely held in the giggle. "I made that little bitch the woman that she is in this business!" Bradley pushed his luck. Brantley looked like he got even bigger as he growled. "Wrong. Her talent made her what she is in the business, and I made her a woman. All you made was a mistake when you treated her the way you did, slick." Brantley rumbled, flexing his fists. I stepped in front of him and stroked his chest with my hands. "No going to jail today, please?" I asked him nicely. "You're gonna sit there, rubbing up on him like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna let him talk to me like that?!" Bradley hissed at me. I rolled my eyes as I turned to face him. I felt Brantley crowd in behind me. Those big tattooed arms wrapping me up right as he tugged me further into his chest. "He's Brantley fuckin Gilbert, and Daddy'll talk to you any way he damn well wants." I grinned as Brantley peppered kisses down my neck.