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And try to breathe.
Where the fuck was she?
Brand Starr stomped through the backstage area of the venue, searching through the rooms. There were people everywhere and yet no-one had seen that tiny brat?
He wasn’t buying it.
She was hiding and inconveniencing them all. The stage manager was freaking out because he couldn’t find her, and there were five minutes until The Raging Misfits was on stage.
So where was she?
If this was some damn prank, then he was going to introduce her ass to his hand. He’d been having that thought for a while now. It was fast becoming an obsession.
Putting her over his lap.
Spanking her ass until it turned cherry red.
Then wiping away her tears and reassuring her that she was Daddy’s good girl.
Fuck.
A fantasy. That’s all it was.
When Mikey, the tour manager, said that this unknown band was joining their tour to open for them, he’d thought the other man had lost his mind. Brand had kind of lost it.
Yeah, he had a temper.
But most of the time, he could keep it under control. Gone were the times when he’d tear shit up in a rage. Nope, he was a tame guy now.
Well, as tame as a rock ‘n roller ever got.
Still, he hadn’t been happy with Mikey. At all.
He’d figured The Raging Misfits would be like all newbies to the touring circuit. They’d come in arrogant and with inflated egos. Then moan and complain when they realized how much fucking hard work it was.
Especially her.
She was young and tiny. Inexperienced. He hadn’t expected her to last a month before pulling out. Nothing sexist about it. But you had to have stamina and grit to last on tour and he hadn’t seen it when he’d first met her.
So yeah, he’d expected her to balk at the hard work and determination needed.
Well, she’d proven him wrong.
Five months in and she was showing she was tougher than he’d ever imagined. She hadn’t really stepped a foot wrong. She was the first one to every rehearsal. Always putting in a hundred and ten percent. And she was kind and polite to everyone.
Even him.
He knew that had to be hard because he could kind of be a dick sometimes.
Stuff often came out of his mouth before he thought about how it might sound.
But she had taken everything he threw at her and kept on smiling.
Although… that didn’t mean she didn’t have her ways of getting revenge. He grinned as he remembered the peanut butter in his bed. And the salt in his coffee. Oh, and then there was the chili sauce in his shower gel.
Yeah, that one had nearly ended with her over his knee. Of course, she’d never owned up to any of it. But each incident happened to coincide with when he’d been extra dickish to her.
No, she hadn’t misstepped.
