ways…”
“Wait, she told you that?” Grey asked, confused as to why his girlfriend was talking to his brother and not him.
“Why the hell would she tell you when she sees the way you look at Willow?”
“Shit, this is bad. I don’t know what to do.”
“Well stop staring at Willow; that might help.”
“I’m trying, man. It gets worse.”
“How so?” Landon asked hesitantly.
“Last night, Quinn took me to the bathroom to help blow my load and the whole time…”
“Don’t tell me you thought of Willow.” Grey dropped his head in shame. “Damn it, Grey. What the hell is wrong with you? You’re a lucky dickhead who has the most amazing woman by your side and then some blonde bassist comes along and you lose your mind?” Landon lifted Grey’s head so they were looking each other in the eyes. “She’s nothing, Willow is nothing to you. Your life, your soul rests in Quinn. Don’t fuck it up because a fine ass with sweet tits walks in the room. You’re better than that.”
Grey shook his head in agreement and walked back over to the bench press while Landon picked up his hand weights. It was unspoken between the two of them that the conversation they just had was over and to never be brought up outside the two of them.
As Grey lifted the heavy bar up and down from his chest, he thought about what his brother said to him about Quinn. Quinn had been Grey’s life ever since he could remember. They had been together ever since high school. They had been through thick and thin together, from her being hospitalized to all the cheating lies the media threw at them. They knew each other inside and out, made each other laugh and shared a life together, but was that enough?
He loved Quinn, but he never felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat around Quinn, or he was going to instantly explode in his pants when she walked in a room like when Willow walked in. Were his feelings for Willow just pure lust? Or was there something behind the urge to want to be with her? Was there something more that he was missing with Quinn? Would he hate himself if he never ventured to find out?
One thing Grey knew for sure was that he would hate himself if he ever hurt Quinn.
***
Maisy stood backstage with her two best friends, bandmates and the only people she ever considered family. This was it, they were about to go on stage for the first time on a professional tour. It happened so fast. A week ago they were carting around their own equipment in a worn out van that had seen better days in the eighties. Now they had roadies to set up their equipment, a band manager giving them advice and a stylist to make sure they all looked good together.
Willow was wearing a pair of tight dark jeans, brown boots, a white tank top and long necklaces. Kaid was wearing similar jeans but allowed more room in the crotch, yellow shoes and a thick leather wristband. He looked hot. Maisy was wearing worn out flower jean shorts that were cut high on her thighs, a white tucked-in shirt, brown belt and brown ankle boots. Quinn put a head band around Maisy’s head again that swept across her forehead. Quinn said it was going to be Maisy’s trademark. She was fine with it; as long as she got to play her music for millions of Shattered Souls fans, she didn’t care what she wore.
During the whole day leading up to the concert, she blocked out everything that had to do with Rook and focused on herself and her bandmates. They had a rehearsal in the morning and nailed all their songs, points on stage and interludes between songs, they were ready.
Willow, Maisy and Kaid all huddled together before they were called out on stage. They wrapped their arms around each other and looked into each other’s eyes.
“This is it, girls,” Kaid said, while looking at them with all the brotherly love he had. “Are you babes ready to rock it out?”
“Fuck yes,” Willow said, while fist pumping behind Maisy’s back.
“Wait, she told you that?” Grey asked, confused as to why his girlfriend was talking to his brother and not him.
“Why the hell would she tell you when she sees the way you look at Willow?”
“Shit, this is bad. I don’t know what to do.”
“Well stop staring at Willow; that might help.”
“I’m trying, man. It gets worse.”
“How so?” Landon asked hesitantly.
“Last night, Quinn took me to the bathroom to help blow my load and the whole time…”
“Don’t tell me you thought of Willow.” Grey dropped his head in shame. “Damn it, Grey. What the hell is wrong with you? You’re a lucky dickhead who has the most amazing woman by your side and then some blonde bassist comes along and you lose your mind?” Landon lifted Grey’s head so they were looking each other in the eyes. “She’s nothing, Willow is nothing to you. Your life, your soul rests in Quinn. Don’t fuck it up because a fine ass with sweet tits walks in the room. You’re better than that.”
Grey shook his head in agreement and walked back over to the bench press while Landon picked up his hand weights. It was unspoken between the two of them that the conversation they just had was over and to never be brought up outside the two of them.
As Grey lifted the heavy bar up and down from his chest, he thought about what his brother said to him about Quinn. Quinn had been Grey’s life ever since he could remember. They had been together ever since high school. They had been through thick and thin together, from her being hospitalized to all the cheating lies the media threw at them. They knew each other inside and out, made each other laugh and shared a life together, but was that enough?
He loved Quinn, but he never felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat around Quinn, or he was going to instantly explode in his pants when she walked in a room like when Willow walked in. Were his feelings for Willow just pure lust? Or was there something behind the urge to want to be with her? Was there something more that he was missing with Quinn? Would he hate himself if he never ventured to find out?
One thing Grey knew for sure was that he would hate himself if he ever hurt Quinn.
***
Maisy stood backstage with her two best friends, bandmates and the only people she ever considered family. This was it, they were about to go on stage for the first time on a professional tour. It happened so fast. A week ago they were carting around their own equipment in a worn out van that had seen better days in the eighties. Now they had roadies to set up their equipment, a band manager giving them advice and a stylist to make sure they all looked good together.
Willow was wearing a pair of tight dark jeans, brown boots, a white tank top and long necklaces. Kaid was wearing similar jeans but allowed more room in the crotch, yellow shoes and a thick leather wristband. He looked hot. Maisy was wearing worn out flower jean shorts that were cut high on her thighs, a white tucked-in shirt, brown belt and brown ankle boots. Quinn put a head band around Maisy’s head again that swept across her forehead. Quinn said it was going to be Maisy’s trademark. She was fine with it; as long as she got to play her music for millions of Shattered Souls fans, she didn’t care what she wore.
During the whole day leading up to the concert, she blocked out everything that had to do with Rook and focused on herself and her bandmates. They had a rehearsal in the morning and nailed all their songs, points on stage and interludes between songs, they were ready.
Willow, Maisy and Kaid all huddled together before they were called out on stage. They wrapped their arms around each other and looked into each other’s eyes.
“This is it, girls,” Kaid said, while looking at them with all the brotherly love he had. “Are you babes ready to rock it out?”
“Fuck yes,” Willow said, while fist pumping behind Maisy’s back.
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