Chapter 8
DERRICK
Tonight, we are celebrating the launch of Dirty Texas Records with the world, with Sons of Brooklyn being the first band to sign with them.
It’s being held at the California Bros. bar in Venice Beach for a group of VIPs, media, and superfans.
The bar is packed full of anyone and everyone in the music industry.
As we arrive at the bar, the red carpet is waiting for us, and the gang makes their way down.
It’s a proud moment as I look at my girlies all styled by moi, my first real LA red carpet.
Evan and Sienna are stopped for photos and questions from the media about her pregnancy, and I can see how tired she is from the little demon inside of her, but she’s a trooper and pushes through.
“First red carpet event in LA.” I nudge Stacey.
“It’s kind of insane.” She grins in awe.
“The media don’t play out here.”
“Guessing that means Chance is going to be ignoring you tonight?” Stacey asks, arching a brow.
Of course, he will be. I deserve more, I know this, everyone with eyes knows this.
But he’s so hot and I have low self-esteem, surprising I know, but I can thank my parents’ abandonment for that trauma.
“Don’t give me that look,” I warn her as we walk inside and head to the bar.
Chance has stopped coming over now that Stacey has moved in, he’s opted for hotel rooms and texting me the details for our hook ups.
I get it, he’s a celebrity, and he is very much worried about his true orientation getting out, but when he finds out I’ve been going out on dates with other men, he acts jealous, blowing up my phone. He’s confusing as fuck.
“You deserve better,” she tells me.
“I know.”
“That’s all I’ll say about it tonight. I’m looking forward to seeing them play live,” she says, giving me a smile as she links her arm with mine and we wait to be served at the bar.
The boys have set up a VIP section in the bar, and we walk on over there, security letting us in as we take a seat.
It’s not long till the show starts, and my heart flutters when I watch Chance stride onto the stage, his strong arms on display as he plucks the strings of the guitar.
I know how strong those hands are, especially when they are wrapped around my dick.
I get lost in watching him look like a rock god on stage, the way the sweat drips off his body, the way his dark hair flops around, his tattoos glistening under the lights.
The fans are losing their minds. Chance catches sight of me dancing and singing in the VIP area, and a sly smile falls across those plump lips.
Lips that I can’t seem to stop looking at as he sings. Fuck he is hot. So, fucking hot.
“Close your mouth, D, you’re drooling,” Stacey teases, breaking me from the spell Chance is weaving on me.
My phone buzzes. The Sons of Brooklyn boys have left the stage, and Dirty Texas have jumped on stage for a medley of their hits. When I look down and read the message, I’m surprised.
Chance: Meet me backstage. Stat. Your name is at the door.
Derrick: Everything okay?
Chance: Yes.
“Hey, I’m going to the loo,” I tell Stacey. She’s too busy singing and dancing to Dirty Texas to question why I’m leaving during their set. I slowly make my way through the crowd to the backstage area, where I’m stopped by security. Shit.
“Hi, I’m Derrick Jones,” I tell the security guy. He nods and lets me through.
Derrick: I’m in, where are you?
Moments later, Chance sticks his head out of a room and calls me in. As soon as the door is shut behind me, he pushes me up against the door and kisses the hell out of me. I’m surprised by the public nature of the kiss, but I’m soon caught up in it.
“I fucking need you.” Chance groans as he rubs himself against me.
“On your knees, Derrick,” he commands in my ear.
I do as he asks and slide to my knees. Chance already has his cock out of his jeans and is shoving it in my mouth before my knees hit the floor.
“Watching you singing and dancing to my music is so fucking hot.” He curses as he thrusts into my throat.
“My dick was hard all night, and all I could think about was your mouth wrapped around it.” Me too.
Chance runs his fingers through my hair as he continues to face fuck me.
“Yes. This is what I fucking needed.” He curses as he takes what he needs.
Guess this is his adrenaline needing an outlet, and that outlet is my mouth and his cock.
Totally fine with me as he continues to take what he needs, repeatedly, until he comes down my throat.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Derrick.” He grins down at me with those blue-green eyes and devilish smirk that makes me want to spend forever on my knees for him.
He tucks himself back into his jeans and helps me up.
My cock is a steel rod in my jeans, but the sudden knock at the dressing room door has Chance freezing.
There’s a panicked look on his face as it pales at the thought of getting caught.
“I’m busy. Who is it?” Chance calls out, clearly irritated by the interruption.
“It’s Sherry,” The female voice calls out.
Chance stills. “Shit.” My shoulders slump at the realization. “I can explain, Derrick,” he says.
“There’s nothing to explain,” I reassure him, even though I feel like a fool. “Come in,” I call out, much to Chance’s annoyance, and a beautiful redhead strolls in and pauses when she sees Chance and me.
“Oh.” She pauses, looking between the two of us. Does she suspect something?
“Hi, I’m Derrick, Chance’s stylist,” I say, holding out my hand to her. Relief falls across her face.
“Hi, so nice to meet you. I’m Sherry, a good friend of Chances,” she says brightly.
I nod. “Great show tonight, we’ll catch up later.” I turn to Chance. “I’ll leave you two to it,” I say as I make my way toward the door.
“You don’t have to go,” Sherry calls out.
I still and turn around. “I think I do.” I look past Sherry to where Chance is standing.
“Maybe we can all have some fun together. Chance usually needs help coming down after a show.” She smirks, turns to Chance, and I watch in slow motion as she walks up to him, grabs his face, and kisses him.
It’s a gut punch. Especially as my own lips had just been there.
As she kisses him, she looks over at me gauging my reaction.
“I’ll leave you both to it,” I say and walk out the door.
“Derrick?” Isla asks as I walk out of the dressing room.
“Hey, babe,” I say, slapping on my megawatt smile, the one I show everyone while keeping my true thoughts at bay. “Sounds like the guys are killing it on stage.”
Her blonde brows pull together as she stares at me. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” I reassure her, then the dressing room door opens, and Chance comes out. He stops as he sees Isla standing there, then Sherry pops her head out.
“She’s beautiful. Do you think she will want to play?” Sherry asks Chance, who rolls his eyes.
Isla’s eyes widen before they narrow, and she looks at Sherry icily. “Ew. No thank you.”
Sherry gasps. “You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
“Enough. I think you should leave,” Chance tells her.
“Leave?” She looks at him in surprise.
“Yes. Suddenly, I’m not in the mood anymore.” He glares at her.
Again, Sherry looks surprised by Chance’s request but flips her hair over her shoulder and storms out.
“Beware of the groupies, Chance, they can be more trouble than they’re worth,” Isla tells him. He nods. “Derrick, you ready?” she asks me.
“Yes.”
“Derrick, do you have a moment?” Chance asks, and I can see it on his face, he wants to talk about what just happened but I’m not sure I want to.
Isla loops her arm through mine. “Sorry, I need Derrick, there’s a fashion emergency.” Chance is surprised, but doesn’t push it as Isla pulls me down the corridor away from his dressing room.
“Thanks,” I tell her as Chance fades away.
“You deserve better than whatever crumbs he is giving you,” she says softly.
“As do you,” I say, raising a brow at her, knowing how many times she’s fallen back into Finn’s bed, and he keeps doing the same thing to her.
“You’re right,” she says sullenly.
“But we’re the fools that keep going back for more.” I chuckle sadly.
“So true,” she says, shaking her head. “Come on, let’s forget about these rock stars and enjoy the party.”
“I can’t believe today is the day,” Sienna says, nibbling her nails as she stares out at the line of people outside the front doors.
We’ve been working around the clock to get everything ready and to take some stress off Sienna’s shoulders due to her pregnancy.
Evan and Christian have been helping while the other guys are working on their label.
They have been just as busy launching their new label, so we have appreciated any support they have been able to provide.
“We’ve got this. Today is going to be the start of something big,” I reassure her.
“I can’t believe I’m here.” She rubs her growing belly. “A year ago, I lost everything and now …” Tears start to well in her eyes.
“Now you’ve got me,” Evan says, striding in from the back, where he walks over, cupping Sienna’s face and kissing her.
“I’m so proud of you,” he tells her, and witnessing the way that man looks at my friend makes my heart ache, wishing one day someone would look at me like that.
Is Chance the one? I’m not sure. He messaged me after the launch apologizing for Sherry, but then in the same breath, I saw him out on the town with another woman on a gossip site online.
I told him with the shop opening and him getting ready to tour, that we should cool what is happening between us.
He didn’t agree, and the next thing I knew he was on my doorstep with flowers, and of course, I folded like a stack of cards under a small breeze.
I’m not proud of myself, but the stress relief was what I needed. Yes, I’m an idiot.
The rest of the Dirty Texas family arrive, Christian, Axel, Finn, and Oscar, with Vanessa, Isla, and Charlotte. They all ooh and aah at the shop and are excited over the excitement for it.
“Tee minus ten minutes till opening,” Stacey says, coming in with a bottle of champagne and glasses, and Layla, one of our shop girls, who has sparkling apple juice for Sienna.
Stacey pops the bottle of champagne and starts pouring us all glasses.
“Sienna or Derrick, would you like to say anything before we open those doors?” Stacey asks.
Sienna looks over at where I’m standing and moves away from Evan’s embrace to stand by my side. She loops her arm around mine.
“Thank you all for supporting Derrick and me. I don’t think we would have been able to open today without it,” she says through her tears.
“Derrick, you have been my rock this past year, not to mention all the years before. I don’t know where I would have been if you hadn’t been by my side.
I know I wouldn’t have met the love of my life if you hadn’t made me accept Vanessa’s crazy idea of joining the tour.
” Tears start to well in my own eyes. “This isn’t where we saw our lives heading last year, but I sure am glad that I am doing this with you,” she says, hugging me as we both burst into tears. “I love you, D.”
“I love you too, SiSi,” I tell her as our friends all hoot and holler at us.
Sienna wipes away her tears. “And there’s another person I need to thank. Stacey,” Sienna says, looking over at our friend. “Thank you for taking this leap of faith with Derrick and me …”
“And flying halfway across the world to bring the three amigos back together again,” I add.
“That too.” Sienna chuckles. “We wouldn’t be opening today if it weren’t for your awesome organizing skills.
” Stacey smiles as we rush over and pull her into a hug, too.
“And lastly, to you guys,” Sienna says, raising her glass to the Dirty Texas crew.
“Evan, I love you,” Sienna says, choking on her words as she looks over at her fiancé.
He looks emotional, too. “Thank you for letting me be me. I know you’re protective about me working while pregnant, but I appreciate that you understand what I need.
” She walks over and kisses him again, which makes us all break out into applause.
“Guess that means we’re ready, Wyld Jones is about to launch.”
And launch we did. There was a massive line out the door who were probably more Dirty Texas groupies than shoppers, but we’ll take it as they spent up big.