“No hot bridesmaids wanting to fuck a rockstar? Would have been different if I was there.”
I make a gagging sound. He’s not as big-headed as that came out, especially as he’s happily married.
It’s stupid banter. Avoidance. We have a problem, and we both know it. We cut the small talk and arrange for me to come over to his and Dru’s place once I’ve got home and cleaned up.
Stefan sticks around and gets me where I need to be before clocking off. He doesn’t need to drive me around and follow me everywhere, but the wedding was an unknown. According to our security, anyway.
Dru greets me at the door, and I give her a quick hug. Perry and Dru got married a couple of years ago, but we’ve all known her for years. She works for our record label, so she understands the business. Always helpful when you’re in the music industry. It’s difficult dating a ‘normal’ person.
Her dad was in a rock band. Her mom a groupie. She took off when Dru was about eight, which meant Dru spent a lot of her time on the road, seeing plenty of things a kid her age shouldn’t see. She grew up with it, so nothing fazes her now. Dru isn’t afraid to call people out either.
Some called it nepotism when she got the job at the label her dad was under, but she started at the bottom and worked her way up. I consider her a good friend.
She’s perfect for Perry and gets on with everyone in the band, too. Or she did. If her demeanor is anything to go by, something is wrong.
“Before you see him, you should know what happened last night,” she says, closing the door.
“Fuck, what now?”
Dru leads me into the kitchen and pours us both a glass of elderflower water from a jug in the fridge. I used to think it tasted like dirty dishwater but enjoy it now. She settles back against the counter and lets out a heavy sigh.
“This is gonna piss me off, isn’t it?”
“Understatement.”
Wow, she is really pissed. That’s not something you see often in Dru.
“Another one came out claiming she’s pregnant.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“About this, no.” She lets out a derogatory laugh. “This is the third one.”
“I know that. But hey, who’s counting?” It’s a problem.Worse if they turn out to be Christopher’s kids. Legal will be on it, but the record label will be losing their shit again. It’s not just about knocking up groupies. It’s the drinking. And the ‘creative differences’ he’s raging on about, causing a huge fucking rift in the band.
The dick knows as the lead singer he has a certain level of protection. Which is utter bullshit. But it’s one downfall of being in a band. It’s not just us and the label we have to worry about. It’s the entire fandom. They love the prick.
“Perry got into it with him.”
“What?”
From her angry expression, I can tell it wasn’t good. Which becomes clearer when Perry steps through the doorway to the basement where his recording studio and gym are.
He has a black eye.
Well fuck, I thought it was me who was going to end up throwing down with Christopher. Perry is a lover, not a fighter. The simmering rage I’ve kept a lid on the past few weeks blows up.
“Tell me he’s worse off.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“We’re all worse off,” Perry says, coming to a stop in front of me.
“Meaning?”
“The press saw everything.”
Well shit. I place both elbows on the island in the center of the kitchen and stare at the marble patterns running through it.
“Where are Caden and Gray?”
