1 - Pour Some Sugar On Me

**This is book 2 of 5 in the Feisty series, this can be read as a stand alone book but you will better follow if you have read book one.**

~Trey’s Point of View~

“Yeah so … Ma look I gotta tell you something, you might read it in the papers and I don’t want you to have a bitch fit. Oh and uhm, you might wanna have a sit first,” I said, somewhat shouting down to the phone on my bathroom counter.

I carefully shaved, wanting to look my best today. There was no reason for it, I really didn’t need to or have to impress anyone. But I’d look good for this big day. Certainly people took my picture wherever I went but today could very well be different. I really didn’t know what to expect. I knew what I wanted to happen, but that hardly ever works out.

They say you only have one chance to make a first impression. Well today was going to be my last impression … with my wife. 

“Oh no, what have you done now Mister Rock and Roller? Do I really need to sit? Are you on the drugs,” mom said, quite serious.

“Jesus ma, no I’m on “the” drugs,” I said, making a face and rinsing my razor.

I can’t say I blame her for asking, a lot of people in rock bands get hooked. While you’re on tour it's a near impossible temptation. As the rhythm guitarist for Feisty, I was hardly front and center. Really I kept to myself a lot, except with my brothers. When we’re all just together and letting loose, all bets are off. However, my best friend and brother from another mother, Jude Stone who was our frontman …  had a damn hard fall with drugs and it nearly cost us all the band. So our drugs these days are just weed and alcohol. We’re all getting too old for that party drug scene anyhow.

“Well I know you’re NOT gay. Ohh ohh, am I gonna be a grandma? Is it happening? She’s not a stripper is she? I hope the baby doesn’t get any VD,” she said, and I heard my father in the background yelling something about his slippers having a hole.

I shook my head. Will this woman ever let me talk? Just a word in edgewise is nearly impossible with Mary Comstock.

“There’s no baby Christ, Ma. But … well uhm, in all seriousness I got married awhile back. Sweet girl from a good family but it was just a funny thing. We didn’t take it seriously. But it was legit and legal, and now we gotta fix it,” I said, wiping my face.

I snatched up my phone and moved into my room, looking for a decent collared shirt. I was hardly the stylish one in the group but I needed to put in the effort today. I finally found my most expensive and professional looking button down. 

“Fix it? Fix what? You married and didn’t tell me?? Didn’t bring her home? Now you’re going to dump her like yesterday’s trash and not even bring her here? Are you ashamed of me? Is it cause I still talk like I’m in Brooklyn? You’ve always hated my voice and you fight your accent so hard. I’m not ashamed of where I’m from,” she said, sounding upset.

This woman.

And people wonder why I’m not in a hurry to be tied down. I may have spent most of my teens with my band outside of Portland, but I was born in Brooklyn and lived there until I was 13. Why would my parents leave New York and then spend my entire life going on and fucking on about how badly they want to go back? Your guess is as good as mine.

So what did I do when I made my first million? Offered to move them back. Would they go? Fuck no, and do they still whine about it? Every chance they get! It’s seriously enough to make you wanna stab your eye out with a pencill.

"Ma, I’m not embarrassed by you okay? It was just a thing that happened in the spur of the moment. I don’t love her and I barely know her. We just always put off getting a divorce and she’s moved on now so it’s time,” I said, trying to dumb it down for her as much as possible.

But the stone cold truth was that my “wife,” Halsey Ulmer, was the daughter of a very high ranking politician figure and a fixture in California politics. If she had come out at 19 that she married a hard rock tattooed guitar playing manwhore … yeah that could have been bad. But now, all these years later, she’s grown up and I’ve … well … huh. I guess I’m still the same. A lot more notches in my bedpost I suppose.

“You let your wife go be with someone else? Trey what the hell is wrong with you? Where did I go wrong,” she said, fake sobbing.

Christ, my ma should have been an actress. I’d say I wonder how my dad puts up with her but he’s too much of a pushover. That woman has owned him since the second she puts eyes on him.

I quickly caught the time and knew I had to get my ass in gear. Our band’s manager and our fifth brother, Slade Norris, was picking me up to go to the attorney’s office. I didn’t make many big moves without Slade by my side which is why he was pretty pissed to discover I’d been married all this time and hadn’t bothered to mention it.

Well, shit happens. I’m certainly the type of guy who rolls with the punches, I go with the flow. Some people might call that being a follower but I’m just not a planner. If someone has things going on and I’m interested then I hook up with them. If a cool opportunity presents itself I take it. 

A hot little rich girl with perky tits, a smile that made men stupid and a pussy that was even better made a wise crack about us getting married. So I called her bluff on it and we did the thing. We kind of made a joke out of it, but we both knew what we were doing. We knew the stakes. It was more like … fun today, worry about the consequences tomorrow. But to fuck her and call her my wife and have it be the truth … well that was hot as hell. While it lasted.

The closer it got to when I needed to leave, I was getting more and more nervous. I hadn’t seen my “wife” in person in far too long. Yeah I stalked her online sometimes, I mean she was one of those “socialites” who lived her life openly. All her shopping trips, meals, vacations, etc. were all made public on her social media. Except me. Except our secret.

Did I think she was ashamed of me? Ehh. Maybe. Did I care? Nah. 

“Ma I’ll get back with ya later okay? I gotta run,” I said, scooping up my phone.

“Sure I’ll just be over here dying a slow and miserable death alone with no grandkids,” she said, being dramatic again.

“Love you ma,” I said, hanging up before she could say anything else. 

I might be a guitarist in one of the world’s biggest and most well known bands, but when it comes to my mom I’m still just her baby. A big mama’s boy, and I hate disappointing her. With settling down and making a family though? I’m just not there. Can I be with someone and be faithful? Of course, I’ve had my share of girlfriends, even since I’ve been married. But they just never stick; a couple months, maybe three at most. One of us gets bored, or she gets jealous of my lifestyle. 

I threw myself into the elevator and made my way downstairs. I lived in a giant posh building that touted condos for the well to-do. Two of my band mates, Jude and Corey, lived here as well. My drummer Lukas ended up in a place a little closer to our manager Slade because he was fucking the building manager at the time and got a deal. That’s just how life goes sometimes.

“About time,” Slade said, yelling at me from the back seat of his town car. 

I loved Slade to death, lord knows he’s bailed me out of more shit than necessary in the nearly twenty years I’ve known him but he’s a bitch about punctuality. I looked at my watch.

“Literally on time, move the fuck over,” I said, hunching to get into his ride.

“If you’re on time, you’re late, now shut up I got some stuff I need to go over,” he said, opening a folder as I closed the door.

Slade never drove himself anywhere, he never had to. He’d grown up rich as hell, parents with old money from investment banking and whatever else. He had a driver that had worked for him for at least a decade and he knew when not to listen to things going on. 

For the nearly hour drive to the attorney’s office Slade hit me with all kinds of bullshit. How to act, what to say, what not to say. I was annoyed but I knew he was right … this was all way over my head. I didn’t deal with suit types very often and when I did I almost always said the wrong thing, something stupid to get me in hot water. With this though, I didn’t see the point. If Halsey was ready to divorce me then I didn’t see a problem with it. As long as the paperwork her lawyer did was legit and she doesn’t want anything from me, let’s just sign and part ways. 

Slade already had his attorney look over the papers that I’d been served with a few weeks back, and everything seemed on the up and up. But for whatever reason, we were “summoned” to her attorney’s office for an in person meeting. I was anxious to see Halsey again in person. I mean … she’s hot as hell. But she’s also engaged and I had no clue if her new guy would be here today. I’d seen in the gossip rags that her parents didn’t approve of him because he was a nobody. 

When the car dropped us off Slade led the way upstairs and to where we needed to go. Once in the lobby he ran into someone he knew, which pretty much happened all the time. In addition to managing Feisty, Slade had deep contacts across many different worlds. The guy could literally be at home with a CEO, a biker gang or a bum on the street. He believed everyone had value, and I tried to live by that. He was the king of being a mover and shaker and that’s why I was damn glad to call him my brother. He was absolutely someone you wanted on your side.

“Trey, go ahead into the conference room, I’ll be there in a minute,” Slade finally said, breaking his conversation.

I looked around at all the people quickly moving past like they were late to be somewhere. I could never fit into this world, the idea of being stuck in an office would probably make me jump out a window. I made my way down a hall where there was a receptionist desk, but nobody was there.

Hallways were on either side and I had no clue where the hell I was supposed to go. I decided to just wait for my brother and settled into a chair in the waiting area. 

“Ohh! Dang it! I mean really,” I heard, and I lifted my eyes from my phone at the very feminine voice.

I saw the smallest little strawberry blonde fumbling with some paperwork that she’d dropped. I was immediately on my feet and dropping my phone in my pocket.

“Allow me,” I offered, bending and picking up some pages. My mama may be loud and ridiculous but she raised me right. Also … I needed a closer look. 

And look … I did.

This girl was just that … a girl, easily 18 or 19, likely an intern. Her long and flowy hair was in big curls down her back and she had on very little make-up. She wore a basic gray knee length skirt and an oversized peach colored blouse. No heels, boring flat shoes. Very conversative, and it desperately left me wanting to know what she was hiding under there. 

Her brown eyes blinked up at me, in shock that I was helping her. She smiled a bit and I caught that she had braces. Real … metal ... braces.

Ohhhh, so … fucking … hot. I hadn’t seen those on a female over 18 in well over a decade. A serious fucking fetish of mine.

“Oh please don’t mind me really,” she said, as her cheeks blushed. 

I felt my balls immediately tighten looking at her flushed face, her pink little lips. She was bashful, not at all used to male attention, that much was obvious.

“No problem at all. Looks like you might not be having the best day,” I said, giving her my best smile. The ladies can not resist my smile.

We both stood at the same time and I handed her the stack I had assembled. 

“You don’t even know the half of it,” she said, taking my pages and moving behind her desk.

I immediately moved to stand in front of her as she sat down. She seemed clumsy and it was too fucking cute, I couldn’t stand it. She was clearly flustered and exhausted, it wasn’t even lunch time yet. She needed one of my special Trey massages.

“I’m Trey, what’s your name honey,” I asked.

Those dangerous brown eyes flickered up at me again, and her cheeks turned red as she looked away. It was rare that I met someone who didn’t know who I was, but that made the allure so much greater. The chase would be that much sweeter.

“Can I help you find someone,” she asked, still not making eye contact. Hmm, playing a little hard to get huh? I like it … I like it too much.

“Trey? We’re down here. Let’s go,” I heard, just behind me. Ugh. 

Slade is like the biggest cock block, I swear.  When I didn’t move I felt a tug on my arm, making me turn around. The sweet girl in front of me still wouldn’t look up.

“You’re here to get divorced and you’re trying to get a fucking date? Are you mental,” Slade groaned, as he pulled me away. I sighed and left the desk, reluctantly following him.