Chapter 63
ONE MONTH LATER
“Fan mail, Fuckers,” Tanner says, dumping a box of letters on the floor of my garage.
“Fan mail? Hell yeah.” I reach in, snatching a handful. I never thought we’d see the day. Didn’t know people still did this shit.
I sort through the pile no one else seems interested in.
A few things are basic white envelopes addressed to Loose Threads, but there’s a ton of pink shit.
I pick one up, it’s the size of a birthday card, and turn it over.
There are lipstick kisses all over it, and it smells like strawberries.
It’s addressed to Liam. I toss it to the side and grab another.
Same thing. Before I know it, there’s a stack three feet tall for our drummer.
Most of this shit is for him!
Un-fucking-believable. I thought I was the favorite. “This is lame.” I climb to my feet, no longer interested in seeing all the shit that’s not for me.
“The fuck are those?” Penn points to the mail.
“For him.” I nod to Liam, whose eyes go wide.
“Me?!”
“Yes.”
He looks timid as he approaches the letters, picking one up and opening it slowly. I’m nosey as fuck, so I sidle up behind him and read over his shoulder.
Roses are red, violets are blue
If you give me a chance, I’ll make your dreams come true
“How fucking sweet,” I say flatly.
He laughs, but it comes out strangled. He tosses the card down and starts to walk away.
“Open another!” I demand, but he shakes his head.
“Fine.” I snatch one and rip the seal. He doesn’t stop me, so I assume he’s not going to press charges.
I pull the card out. Same stationery, same fruity smell.
Obviously, the same chick is sending these.
I bet she spent two hundred dollars on stamps.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I hope you like the gift I left for you.” I glance at the mail, but there are no packages. “What gift?” I ask, turning to Liam. He shrugs. “You haven’t gotten any packages lately?”
“No.”
“That’s odd.” Then a memory hits me, and I gasp. “Underwear girl!”
His eyes bulge, face paling.
“The chick that left her thong on your door. It has to be her!” I check the return address, but all it says is “Liam’s girl.” I cackle, shoving the card in his face. If I didn’t find this whole thing hilarious, I might be jealous that he has a stalker and I don’t.
He heads inside, looking half sick. I stay and open every single one.
They’re all the same poem with different variations of things she wants to do to him or for him.
Some are compliments about how amazing he is, but the more recent ones start to turn passive-aggressive, like she’s mad he isn’t replying. She knew we were on tour, damn.
I better go check on him once I’m done. This chick might be deranged, maybe that’s why he’d been acting so strange.
Life has been busy since being home. I thought it would slow down, but I was wrong.
I’ve been breezing through my community service.
Tanner only gave us a week off before starting on us again.
He’s still acting as manager. We’ve interviewed several decent candidates, but he’s weary after the shitshow that was Calvin.
In order to keep our momentum flowing and capitalize on the success of the tour, we dove straight into recording another album.
This one’s gonna be different. Penn finally relented and is singing more.
Not much, he only carries on like two songs, and one is “Barbie Girl,” of course.
He hates it, but I think it’s mostly out of concern for my feelings, which I appreciate, but I’m good now.
I know I’m needed even if I’m not singing.
After some light practicing and a band meeting, I shove everyone out of my house so I can shower and wait for Ellie.
She’s still working for us and mostly does her job from home, aside from the occasional time when she needs our faces for content.
Having her boss me around turns me on. I already knew I liked it in the bedroom, but when she’s here forcing me to do this and that, using her professional voice, I get hard as a rock.
So far, that’s the only downside to working with her.
I get horny and can’t focus. The upside is, as soon as work’s over, I get to drag her inside and fuck her ten ways to Sunday.
Making her mine was the best fucking idea I’ve ever had.