A Rock & Roll Romance by Sophie Monroe Read Free Book Online Page B

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    He leaned down and placed his cheek in front of my face. I leaned in. At the last second, that rat bastard turned his face. Just as my lips were going to touch his cheek I met his lips instead. He was clearly proud of himself. I secretly liked it, but I’d never disclose that little tidbit.
    “Jake Parker!” I yelled. “You are in so much trouble!”
    “Later, my sweet Aubrey.” He winked.
    He blew me a kiss and stepped onto the stage. The rest of the band followed closely behind giggling at our display. The roar of the crowd was deafening. Each member took their place, and prepared to start.
    “How’s everyone doing tonight?” Jake yelle d into the mic. The crowd cheered in response. “What are we fucking sleepwalking out there? I said, HOW’S EVERYONE FUCKING DOING TONIGHT?” His voice reverberated through my bones. The response from the crowd was ear-splitting. “Then let’s get this party started!”
    Jake jumped in place and the entire stage illuminated. Blake started to play a mellow melody on his guitar. Jake looked completely in the zone. All the sudden Derek thrashed on his drum kit and pyrotechnics flew from around him. They broke into their hit song ‘Ransom.’ Jake looked over at me and winked. I watched as he moved lithely around the stage, the crowd was entirely enamored. Blake sang the occasional back-up line. I was in awe at how in sync they were with one another. It was almost like watching one person play. An hour and a half later they wrapped up their set and bid the crowd good night. A very sweaty, now shirtless Jake came off the stage. He lost his hoodie about half way through the set. I found myself slightly jealous that thousands of people got to see him like that. I wanted to slap myself.
    “What did you think?” He hugged me tightly dripping sweat onto my forehead.
    “I think you need a shower.” I said, disgusted.
    “If you’re offering.” He smirked. “Come on, we have a quick meet and greet. Then we’ll head back to the hotel.”
    He tugged on my hand and led me to a room filled with fans, mostly women in extremely ill-fitting clothing. The rest of the band was already there waiting for Jake. They quickly went to sit at a table that was set up against the wall. He took a seat in a chair set up at the end and pulled me onto his lap. I went obligingly this time, mostly because I didn’t think I had a choice. It was unexpected that I actually liked it. Brett came and stood next to Jake. He crossed his gargantuan arms and stood like a statue ready to spring at a moment’s notice. Jake signed a couple autographs and had small talk with some of the fans. One girl asked for a picture. She looked like she was probably my age and was dressed exceptionally trashy. He reluctantly moved me off his lap and onto his chair. He stood next to the girl but didn’t make any physical contact. She tried to wrap her arms around him. I saw Brett get ready to pounce, but Jake deftly stepped out her grasp.
    “Sorry, sweetie. No touching.” He said smoothly.
    The girl shot daggers at me.
    “She gets to touch you.” She whined and pointed at me.
    “Duh, that’s because she’s my girlfriend or haven’t you watched CNT?”
    Jake winked at me. I despised girls like her because they walked around as if they were entitled to whatever they wanted. They were like girl versions of Carter. They had no care for anyone else’s feelings. Everyone is entitled to their personal space. Yes, even Jake Parker. I looked at the rest of the guys who, other than Kevin, clearly enjoyed the female fan attention. She stared at me repugnantly.
    “What the hell is she wearing? It looks like something that came off my shoe?” I saw red. Someone needed to put her in her place. I stood up and stared her down.
    “You know what bitch, why don’t you go slip into something comfier? Like a coma! Get the fuck out of here before I help you into one!” I spat. Jake looked amused.
    “Wow, swear much?”