London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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After Will drove us back to the hotel I grabbed my wallet from my room and took off in direction of the Club. I didn't want to be around anyone right now, I just wanted to get pissed and forget tonight happened. Laycie tried to stop me on my way out by inviting me to her room, it was tempting but the longer I stayed in that hotel sober the quicker I would have found something to break or smash. She looked pretty pissed that I'd turned her down and then started interrogating me about where I was going which fuelled my anger, even more, she was like a clingy girlfriend... even the word makes me shiver, Colton Jax does not do girlfriends. Not anymore.
Once I'd got past the sea of flashing cameras and reporters outside the lobby I got into the back of an SUV and was driven through the endless miles of traffic London so kindly gifts me. I had text the boys to tell them I was going to be late, but I hadn't had a response so their either already pissed or had already gotten lucky with girls.
I arrive at the club to a swarm of paps trying to get pictures of me, throwing questions around just to get some kind of rise from me but one caught my attention and I know the worst thing you can do is entertain the press but I couldn't let his one go,
"Colton! Colton! Is it true Hassa Records are dropping you for a new female singer from London! Is that why you're staying here so long before your tour starts again?" one of them shouts at me.
I spin round looking for the voice that said it, first mistake.
"What? Are you fucking delusional? Hassa Records would never drop me and especially not for some untalented fucking slut who wouldn't know the first thing about being in the music business." I bark at the flashing cameras.
Engaging with the press, second mistake.
"So Hassa Records is signing a new female artist! We heard she was going to be on your tour opening for you! How do you really feel about that?"
Giving away confidential information as a result of trickery, third mistake.
That's a hattrick Colton, keep going, the holes getting deeper.
"She won't even make it into the stadium to see my tour if I can help it. She'll ruin everyone's reputation if they sign her."
And finally giving the tabloids a low down on my opinions so they can twist it and print it everywhere, fourth mistake.
Realisation hit me like a tone of bricks, what have you done Colton? You fucking idiot. Tessa will kill you!
I'm still so pissed over what happened at Spillers I'm letting my anger control my brain as well as my body. The first rule about being a celebrity is don't talk to the press, don't engage with them and DO NOT give them any kind of story unless it's come directly from your PR team or management and I just broke all of those in 15 seconds...
This is her fault. Gigi Lastra. The girl everyone is fawning over, not me as she so blankly insisted. She's gotten inside my fucking head and I'm paying the price, this is her fault. It seems fucking up my life has become some mission of hers. She just infuriates me so much, when she practically scolded me like a schoolboy in her flat I was shocked though, she's always seemed like this timid, shy character, a girl who likes to be the damsel in distress but tonight she exploded like a spitfire, yea it was kind of sexy but then the anger set in. There's only one other person who talks to me like that and that's my father.
