The Studio

9. Broken Desires

(Authors Note: "Yes...hate me lol.")

Things…were getting hot. I have a bit of a problem as well. The night at the club was more than I bargained for on all levels, but I got through it none the less. But what stuck with me more? Besides the sex? Trent. That was the part that caught me by surprise. Trent did call me the next morning to make certain that I got home in one piece. Since then, we’ve been chatting up a breeze and had a few dates in between. Of course, I didn’t alert Carlos about my spear time activities; he’d more than likely blow up on me again. So it’s my secret life that I’m not ready to let on to yet. Well, I will have to tell him soon…very soon. I mean, I want things to be serious with Trent so that meant one thing…detox again. Yeah that sounded like it would end the same way again, but I really do want this stability that Trent was willing to offer.

Finally, our album was completed. Well, at least the songs were. We had taken pictures for the cover; very shiny and sparkly. The group was excited for the release, and to promote it, we had performed a few places and our song was constantly blasting on the radio. I felt like a big shot when I went to class, and people would ask, ‘hey is that really you in that song?’

Yeah, it worked wonders on my ego. But enough about that, Carlos, the sex god, had been begging for more since that night at the club, but I couldn’t. It felt like cheating and that could only mean one thing; Trent was getting under my skin.

Shit, he does things to me, and no not sexual things, but things that make my heart slam brakes hard in my chest. It’s a first to have a guy attracted to me without sex in the mix. Of late it was all I was getting, even though Carlos was screaming that his feelings for me were coming straight from the heart. I was still suspicious.

My mom loan me her car for the day, because I had a few runs to make. Trent was more than willing to escort me but I had a few plans that I didn’t want to involve him with. So after my errands, which took up the greater part of my morning, I decided to take a spin to the studio. It wouldn’t seem unusual for me to be there even if his wife was, for the mere fact that I was a group member. So, as I made the right turn that would bring me to Carlos’ corner, I noticed that there was another car parked in front of the yard. It register automatically that it was Lenny’s. My first thought was, he was probably just hanging or recording something. I parked behind him and checked my face in the rear roof mirror. All seemed well, so I got out and set the alarm on the car. I looked back at the car and noticed that across the street, was Ty’s car as well. One big party I guessed. As I walked towards the studio’s back door, I couldn’t help but feel a bit odd in the pit of my stomach. It’s like the moment before something really bad was about to happen and some sixth sense that you never knew you had, pops up to sound the alarm. I rubbed my tummy, and chose to ignore it.

Turning the knob, I opened the door to the sound booth and saw no one in the chair recording. Maybe they had finished up for the day and were just hanging out. Being the sound booth, as long as the microphone wasn’t on, you’d never know when someone entered through the back door. So I closed it and instead of opening the door that led to the rest of the studio, I went to the glass and peeped in. My purse slipped from my shoulders as they slumped and hit the ground with a very audible thump. They didn’t look in my direction, so that confirmed that the mic was off. That wasn’t what disappointed me…It was what I was seeing.

Leaning over the side table with her ass cocked up in the air, and her mouth full of dick, was Ty. And getting his dick sucked with much vigor was Lenny. Then there was that other person. The one who had stolen so much from me, and it took that moment for me to realize how much. The man who claimed to love me and have strong feelings for me. The one who was fucking Ty with the same passion and with the same intensity as he did me. The one who always yanked my hair in the heat of passion and was doing the same to Ty. The mother fucker who I was praying would leave his wife and come to me. My Carlos…my fucking Carlos.