Lie to Me

Lie to Me Part 9

Spiritbox was an amazing band. Their lead singer was a gorgeous woman who was a freaking bad ass. 2nd favorite band ever. My favorite was of course his but I would never tell him. He already has an ego the size of the Pacific Ocean.

The band came out to Club 91 with me after the interview. It was already 1230 by the time we rolled through. Stephan gave me his normal kiss on the head and reminding me I never call.

I rolled my eyes and the bassist of the band teased me and then told me I wasn't allowed to be with anybody but him. He threw his arm around my waist and I laughed like a moron. I threw my arm around his shoulder and told him no that my heart belonged to someone else.

We all laughed and took a couple of shots together. But it was my turn to find the restroom.

All water and booze makes for a serious trip to the bathroom. I did my business, checked my makeup, and walked out the door.

A hand caught my arm and I almost going my fist in the direction of whoever decided to grab me.

"Woah little bear!" My brother yelled.

"Oh my God I hate you so much. Don't do that shit to me!" I yelled as I slapped him on the head, punched his chest, and smacked him again for good measure.

"Damn put your fist away. The guys are here if you wanna say hey." He said slipping in the bathroom before I could hit him again.

I walked out and noticed all 4 boys sitting at the table. 3 of the boys had a beer in front of them and he had a soda in front of him.

I smiled looking at him and he must of felt the stare when he looked up but only gave me a side smile. I immediately furrowed my brows as he looked back down at his drink.

Oh hell no. He's not going to act like this.

I walk straight up to his table and the other 3 boys grab me in hugs and kisses on the cheek. He just sat there and stared at his stupid drink.

"Can we talk?" I ask him.

He looked back at the bar and nodded.

We walked off into a back hallway where I know we won't be bothered.

"Hey." He said breaking the silence.

"Hey? I don't hear from you all day and when I finally get to see you, you can't even look at me? What's going on?" I asked him.

He just stared at the floor.

"Tell me." I demanded putting my hand under his chin so he would look at me.

"I dunno. I thought we were ya know working on us. I didn't know you were seeing other people on the side." He said shrugging sadly.

"What in the actual fuck are you talking about?" I asked and he stared at me and rolled his eyes.

"I saw him put his arm around you. You don't have to lie to me. I'm a big boy." He said with a humorless laugh.

"The bassist?" I ask dryly crossing my arms against my chest. I knew it pushed my boobs up but now I knew he was jealous. I'm using it to my advantage.

"Yes the fucking bassist." He said but he kept glancing down at my chest.

"Hmmm...well he is kinda cute." I muttered and he grabbed my waist and pushed his lips on mine.

The kiss wasn't passionate or for love. It was aggressive and filled with anger. A hot make out sesh and 10 minutes later he pulled away.

"Does he make you feel like that?" He asked darkly.

I shook my head in response.

He kissed me harshly again but it was shorter then the last.

"Finally." I said softly.

"What?" He confusingly asked.

I smiled at him and bit my lip.

"You brat. You knew." He said laughing and playfully pushed me off his chest.

"Oh yeah. That was fun. We need to do that more often." I said bringing myself back to his chest.

His eyes darkened and he smiled. 

"It's ok. We aren't perfect. We still need to work on us." I said pointedly.

"Anything for you love." He whispered taking me back in for a kiss.

"Alright you two. Calm the sexual tension. The boys and I are leaving. And can I say one thing? Fucking finally!!!" My brother said.

We both laughed and left the club together after saying goodbye to the band that I brought with me.

We left in my car since he came with the boys and we went back to his house......our house....his house....yeah his house.

It wasn't ours, but when I walked inside I realized it hadn't changed at all. The paint, the furniture, the vase, the rug, the mantle, and my ring.

I didn't say anything about it. I couldn't. It broke my heart that it was still there. While he was in the kitchen getting us a couple of sodas I walked up to the mantle. It was teardrop shaped. White gold and perfect. The one I had always wanted and I knew when I saw it my answer would be a thousand times yes.

But was he still that man? Could he be that man again?

"When you left it up there I touched it once and it has stayed up there since. Kind of like a reminder of what I have done and what I have lost." His voice softly came from behind me.

It made me jump and I looked at him over my shoulder. "Are you still the man I fell in love with?" I asked even softer.

The silence was deafening. I could hear him walk closer and his arms wrapped around me. I fell back into his arms and let him hold me.

I needed to feel him again. I needed to feel his arms. I was so protected and safe.