“Hello, over here.”
He caught my gaze and I had him. The frown dropped away but there was no happiness.
“We were discussing the after parties. Weren't we Jaxon?”
“Sure thing princess. She's going to let loose and get completely hammered with us, her words.”
Crap. It is so not what I would have said. I stared at him, trying to think of something that would cover us.
“I know what you're up to. I don't want a party, understand?”
A subtle look of relief washed over me. No clue what he was talking about but at least it wasn't what I expected.
“You are getting a party dude, you only turn twenty-five once. Suck it up.”
His hands gripped the arm rests tight, the fingers going white with the pressure. The seat belt light flicked on as the steward walked out. I quickly put mine on to avoid the conversation that was spiraling out of control.
“Oh look, we're about to land. Put your belt on.”
Curtis looked at me, blinking slowly like he couldn't understand what I was saying. I reached over and did his belt up, giving Jaxon the evil eye. Maybe one day they all might grow up enough to stop goading each other like this.
The landing was beautifully smooth which was great considering I had mixed feelings about flying. Most of the time I didn't mind it but on the odd occasion a rogue thought would creep through my mind about how many things could go wrong.
Once the seat belt light went off, Curtis was out his seat and thumping his way down the plane.
“What are we missing?” Evan asked warily.
“Just don't talk about me drinking, okay?”
They looked at each other and I knew what was coming so I got up, completely forgetting to undo the stupid belt.
“Damn it.” I hissed as I unbuckled it.
“Frankie, you're not knockin' bare boots are ya?” Jaxon queried.
“What, no longer a princess anymore?” I pouted, feigning hurt.
Free of the belt I chased after Curtis and avoiding any further questions. I didn't want to answer his question, mostly because I didn't have one. Give me a week and then I might have an answer. Curtis was by the boot of the limousine, talking to the driver as they loaded the bags.
I smiled at the sight, he could have ignored the man and his duty, opting to sit in the limousine like an over glorified star yet he was out here helping. Thumping my way down the metal stairs, I picked up a bag and took it over.
The ride to the house where we were staying was uneventful, aside from the pests hooting at women as we passed them on the street. When the driver slowed at lights, they actually stuck their heads out the window to invite some of them to a party. I made the mistake of suggesting that they might want to get a good night's sleep ahead of their performance tomorrow. Instead of being called princess I am now called mommy. I'm such a lucky girl.
Chapter Eleven
Jerry had organized a house for them to stay at. Not sure if it was the wisest thing to let these five loose in someone's multimillion dollar house but it wasn't my call. It was an amazing Mediterranean style house with a brown stone facade that was similar to the house that Curtis owned. Arched windows with decorative iron balustrades on the little balconies lined the first floor of the house. Lush green gardens tumbled over the garden edge to the stone driveway, it was private and relaxing. Well, as relaxing as anything could get with five men who were loud.
We walked in through the front door to the most grandest foyer I have ever seen. I am pretty sure my dirty shoes were walking on marble, in fact I would say it was indeed marble given the size of the house and its location.
A grand sweeping staircase started at the left and curled around the room to the first floor, a black wrought iron balustrade against taupe walls with one massive chandelier hanging in the center.
“You guys are going to take care of this place, right?”
“Yes mommy.” Evan sniggered, taking his bag up the stairs.
Suddenly I felt
He caught my gaze and I had him. The frown dropped away but there was no happiness.
“We were discussing the after parties. Weren't we Jaxon?”
“Sure thing princess. She's going to let loose and get completely hammered with us, her words.”
Crap. It is so not what I would have said. I stared at him, trying to think of something that would cover us.
“I know what you're up to. I don't want a party, understand?”
A subtle look of relief washed over me. No clue what he was talking about but at least it wasn't what I expected.
“You are getting a party dude, you only turn twenty-five once. Suck it up.”
His hands gripped the arm rests tight, the fingers going white with the pressure. The seat belt light flicked on as the steward walked out. I quickly put mine on to avoid the conversation that was spiraling out of control.
“Oh look, we're about to land. Put your belt on.”
Curtis looked at me, blinking slowly like he couldn't understand what I was saying. I reached over and did his belt up, giving Jaxon the evil eye. Maybe one day they all might grow up enough to stop goading each other like this.
The landing was beautifully smooth which was great considering I had mixed feelings about flying. Most of the time I didn't mind it but on the odd occasion a rogue thought would creep through my mind about how many things could go wrong.
Once the seat belt light went off, Curtis was out his seat and thumping his way down the plane.
“What are we missing?” Evan asked warily.
“Just don't talk about me drinking, okay?”
They looked at each other and I knew what was coming so I got up, completely forgetting to undo the stupid belt.
“Damn it.” I hissed as I unbuckled it.
“Frankie, you're not knockin' bare boots are ya?” Jaxon queried.
“What, no longer a princess anymore?” I pouted, feigning hurt.
Free of the belt I chased after Curtis and avoiding any further questions. I didn't want to answer his question, mostly because I didn't have one. Give me a week and then I might have an answer. Curtis was by the boot of the limousine, talking to the driver as they loaded the bags.
I smiled at the sight, he could have ignored the man and his duty, opting to sit in the limousine like an over glorified star yet he was out here helping. Thumping my way down the metal stairs, I picked up a bag and took it over.
The ride to the house where we were staying was uneventful, aside from the pests hooting at women as we passed them on the street. When the driver slowed at lights, they actually stuck their heads out the window to invite some of them to a party. I made the mistake of suggesting that they might want to get a good night's sleep ahead of their performance tomorrow. Instead of being called princess I am now called mommy. I'm such a lucky girl.
Chapter Eleven
Jerry had organized a house for them to stay at. Not sure if it was the wisest thing to let these five loose in someone's multimillion dollar house but it wasn't my call. It was an amazing Mediterranean style house with a brown stone facade that was similar to the house that Curtis owned. Arched windows with decorative iron balustrades on the little balconies lined the first floor of the house. Lush green gardens tumbled over the garden edge to the stone driveway, it was private and relaxing. Well, as relaxing as anything could get with five men who were loud.
We walked in through the front door to the most grandest foyer I have ever seen. I am pretty sure my dirty shoes were walking on marble, in fact I would say it was indeed marble given the size of the house and its location.
A grand sweeping staircase started at the left and curled around the room to the first floor, a black wrought iron balustrade against taupe walls with one massive chandelier hanging in the center.
“You guys are going to take care of this place, right?”
“Yes mommy.” Evan sniggered, taking his bag up the stairs.
Suddenly I felt
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