How To Order Pizza - Feisty Series (1 of 5)

How To Order Pizza - Feisty Series (1 of 5)

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Juliet is a confident curvy girl with a sharp tongue and a sassy fun loving attitude who runs a pizza shop with her sister. Jude is a frontman in a rock band with a hard edge but boyish good looks and a retro style. The two couldn't be more different, and from opposite worlds. A chance encounter brings them together for one explosive night neither will soon forget. Jude is forced to take a hard look at his life and question where he wants it to go while trying to decide on the future of his band. Follow along in this cute short story of how love comes in all forms. This is a simple and straight-forward easy to read feel good series about everyday people finding love in the most unsuspecting of places! We all have our issues, insecurities but can we open up and allow ourselves to be vulnerable to the right person? **This is a five part series that follows a hard rock band called Feisty and the five men who are its trail blazers, taking the world by storm while looking for love. Love finds them in some of the most unlikely places, but for one it’s been under his nose all along. A new book will come out about every six weeks until they are complete, enjoy!** This is a five part mini-series and the stories continue in order but can be read as individual stand-alone books. This part one, Judes story.

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Chapter 1

1 - When Worlds Collide

~Juliet’s Point of View~

“I’m seriously done for the damn night, don’t call me I won’t answer,” I said, as I threw my apron on the counter and grabbed my purse. 

Jakob gave me a salute as he went to answer the phone that never stops ringing. Job security, he would say. But tonight I was over it.

I’d been at my restaurant for thirteen painfully long hours, not uncommon for a Saturday. But tonight I was stuck here way later than usual. I grimaced at the clock in my car as I threw myself in, 12:01am. My whole body ached in every place imaginable and all I wanted was a long soak in the tub.

I owned a pizza shop and bakery in Charlotte, North Carolina with my sister Jada and her husband Jakob, and they were pretty much my only friends. Yup, I was turning the big 3-0 in a few months, I had no friends and lived in my sister’s guesthouse. Pathetic huh? 

If I had a life I’d be at the Feisty concert tonight, a hard rock band that was playing at the stadium a few miles away. Well, in all fairness I did try to get tickets but they had sold out within about an hour of going on sale. The bottom line was that had I somehow managed to score seats, I would have had to go alone. Instead, us three owners were busting our asses so a lot of the staff could go. I had no clue how they were able to get tickets.

Jada was eight and a half months preggo and Jakob was the biggest workaholic out of the three of us, opting to pretty much spend all his weekends overseeing Cross Roads, our little slice of the world. We had this crazy pipe dream to open our own shop about seven years ago and it was pretty tough those first years but we got a following and then blew up. Now at peak lunch and dinner times we have a line down the block to get in.

We had just been a grab and go place for a long time but two years ago we were doing so well we bought the building next door, blew out a wall and put in seating which forced us to triple our staff but the money poured in.

Not bad for a culinary school dropout, a mad baker who just winged it … never using a recipe … and then me, a curvy girl with a spicy mouth that had no real direction in her life. The American dream was at work with our little team.

I normally don’t deal with people or food. My mouth, sarcasm and short fuse don’t usually mix well with the general public. Half the time I’m holed up in a dimly lit office in the back, handling the books, website, advertising and social media. We have over three million followers on I*******m, since my sharp tongue with some of our reviews has become a phenomenon. I get requests all the time for interviews or to show my face when I do a live broadcast but I never do it. Jada and Jakob are the face of Cross Roads and I tend to keep it that way.

I’d just peeled myself out of a nice long soak in my jetted tub when the dreaded phone rang. A quick glance at the screen told me it was 12:42am, and the caller was Jada. I was damn tempted not to answer but she is my sister after all.

“Juliet! Oh thank god. I need you,” she moaned, and it made me jolt.

“Are you okay? Is it the baby,” I snapped, suddenly very concerned. She was nearly 36 weeks, but it was way too early!

“Yeah, I think but could be false labor, not sure. Look we got a massive fucking order, twenty pies and wings, all kinds of shit like $600 worth. I was going to deliver it but well I’m delivering something else apparently. You’ll need the van. I left it out back with the keys in and got an Uber,” she said, out of breath.

“Where are you? I thought Jakob didn’t let you deliver after 10,” I said, questioning.

Jada and I were too much alike, we both did and said what we wanted and there was no way around it. Poor Jakob always took it in stride but I knew we could be a bit much at times. During the day she stayed back in the kitchen, whipping up a plethora of baked goodies that helped contribute to the fact that I was happily plump. Overweight or not I was still sorta fit since I did run around the place a chunk of the day. I dealt with the mail, banking and all that.

“He doesn’t like me to, but we’re so short with the concert duh. Hector got a damn ticket speeding around tonight, trying to get all the deliveries done. I told him we’d pay for it. But that was an unhappy customer whose stuff was late and cold, probably will be a bad review,” she groaned.

Can’t please everyone, I dare them to say some negative shit, I’ll squash them.

“But where ARE you physically located at this moment in time bitch,” I snapped again, fumbling around to get some panties on. I had to do laundry and only had some sexy pairs clean that would probably ride up but there was no time. I usually only wore my nakee time knickers when I wasn’t planning on wearing them too long.

“I’m pulling up to the hospital now, calm your balls. Jakob kicked everyone out and he’s got the order ready to go. I just need you to carry it over to the hotel, it’ll probably be a fat tip too, it's already paid with a credit card … come on Juliet get your ass up, love you auntie,” she said, hanging up.

I groaned and tossed on a basic wine colored stretchy knee length house dress and flip flops, I didn’t need to win a beauty contest. My pride protested that I should at least put my Spanx on but there was no time. It was a miracle I caged the girls in a bra. I tossed my damp hair in a bun on top of my head and didn’t bother with make-up.

Thankfully we lived less than five minutes from the restaurant, but it took me four trips to get everything in the van. Was this for a damn party or something? At 1 in the morning? I just shook my head.

Between concerts, sporting events and all kinds of other things, there was never a shortage of happenings going on. Another reason we stayed so busy. My bank account wasn’t complaining but I would certainly be going through some resumes on Monday because we need more help ASAP.

I made my way to the hotel and immediately saw several large … tour buses. Oh fuck me. Is this … for the band? My stomach immediately did flips, my mind wandered a million miles a second. Was I … about to meet Feisty?

The immediate picture you get when you hear the name is that of their front man and lead guitarist, Jude Stone. He’s absolutely like the James Dean of our time. Just classically handsome without even trying. His jet black hair is a stark contrast against his green eyes, which are famous all over the world for tantalizing women. The guy was like the Gene Simmons of my generation, and probably had kids in every time zone he didn’t even know about. Never met a vagina he didn’t like.

I snatched a $50 bill out of my wallet and shoved it into my bra, opting not to take in my purse since there was already enough to carry. I did however have pockets on my dress and I dropped my keys in one.

I quickly bribed the hotel security guard into helping me get everything on to a cart and coming up with me. To a penthouse suite. Ohh fuck it IS for them, I just know it. I ran back out to move the van into a real parking spot since I was blocking the door and suddenly felt like a hot mess.

As the elevator moved my palms grew sweaty. Well when a chubby girl is nervous everything sweats. At least I was freshly bathed and had put on deodorant. I shifted on my feet, my thighs were rubbing together and scolding me for not wearing one of the girdles I never leave the house without. Oh what does it matter, no one is going to look twice at me or my muffin top!

Would I actually see the band or maybe just some of their lackeys? Shit, even their drummer, Lukas Trent is known the world over to be fine as hell. He was just on the cover of Rolling Stone for a solo project he’s dropping later this month after this tour ends. His first single was already out and it was pure sex, if I could manage to find someone to do it with I would certainly play that during!  And yeah … I may follow them online just a bit. By a bit I mean all of their individual social medias and their official website.

“It’s down at the end,” the guard said, as he pushed the cart out. 

There were people littering the halls on both sides. Were they groupies or roadies? Both? Did the band rent the whole damn floor? They must have. I kept my head mostly down and cringed at the slight flapping of my cheap flip-flops that I could just hear over various music coming from some open doors.

I got to the door that the guard indicated, took a deep breath and knocked. Hold it together Juliet, hold your shit together! Professional! 

The door flew open to reveal a very tattooed and shirtless Corey Pierce, their bass player. He had on combat boots and tight black jeans. I could swear I felt my clit literally pulse. He was sweaty and reeked of booze. I licked my lips and tried to slap myself into reality.

“Did you order from Cross Roads,” I asked, trying not to seem phased. 

I mean hell, I’ve met most of the Panthers roster and the Hornets, they love our place, why was this a big deal? We had celebrities in all the time and they loved me, I always managed to snag photos. Fuck, why didn’t I bring my phone!!

“Sure did, we’re fucking starving! Thanks a million,” he said, as a horde of people stormed us, grabbing at anything they could, damn near knocking me over.

He licked his lips and stepped toward me, I froze like an idiot. 

“I know it’s late so thanks doll,” he said, handing me a wad of cash. I quickly looked at my hand to see at least five hundred dollar bills. I gulped and stuffed the cash in my pocket.

“Not a problem, actually if you wanted to thank me you’d give us a shout out on your I*******m,” I said, smiling and trying to put my business hat on.

“Oh yeah! I’ve had your stuff before you know, we’ve been like on tour continuously for years,” he said, snatching a slice from a box someone walked around with.

“Happy to hear it, sorry I missed the show tonight. We let a lot of the employees be off so they could go,” I said, wanting him to know I was an owner.

“Nice, you run the place,” he asked, actually still talking to me as he ate.

“Part owner actually, Juliet Cook,” I said, holding out my hand. 

He smiled and wiped his greasy hand on his pants before shaking mine. His hands were rough and large, but warm. 

He touched me. 

Corey Pierce … touched me.

“You should hang out,” a voice said, pushing past him. 

I gulped as I took in their also half naked rhythm guitarist, Trey Comstock. He was relatively low profile when compared to the rest of the guys but damn he was a sight for sore eyes. Eyes that hadn’t seen a male naked in over a year. I had a horrible encounter with Tinder, it’s a long story.

“Yeah Cook right? Cookie! Everyone this is Cookie,” Corey shouted and I was instantly mortified. 

Yeah, the fat girl is cookie. Hardly the first time in my life someone came up with the nickname, but among a bunch of hot as fuck celebrities it was hardly the time I would like to have it used. Why didn’t I just leave it at my first name?! My good mood immediately soured and against every ounce of better judgment, I took a step back.

“Actually it’s really late and I’ve had a hell of a day, so just enjoy. Look forward to your post though,” I smiled, as Corey nodded, snatching another slice.

Fuck I must be out of my MIND leaving. But Jada … I had to check on Jada, or so I told myself.

“Nice meeting you Cookie, thanks again,” he said, as he shut the door. 

I turned to see the guard and the cart were gone and most of the people had dispersed, likely gone to their rooms to eat.

I went from literally feeling high as a kite at getting to meet every girl’s wet dreams to feeling like the chubby size 14 that everyone saw me as. I made a face and turned on my heel, mumbling to myself.

I made it a few steps when a door opened and a man stepped out, blocking my path. The bright and dark colors of his arms mesmerized me.

“Damn baby, you’re exactly what I need. A real woman,” a voice said, making me look up.

Fuck … me.

Just inches from me stood Jude Stone, without a shirt and his leather pants undone. My eyes followed down his chest to see … the base of his penis just peeking out. Suddenly his colorful tattooed hands and arms were around my body and my feet were moving with him. His weight crushed to my chest, his lips catching me completely off guard. He smelled like the strong but subtle cologne of a real man, some sweat mixed in … but with a side of sin. My ovaries practically jumped out of my uterus.

He was warm and tasted like whiskey, was this real?

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Slvrdlphn
That was amazing! It was so much fun to read. I also like that your FMC has a normal physique and still manages to win Prince Charming. #wishfulfillment
2023-10-15 19:39:07
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Mary Hunter
I love this series!
2022-09-24 04:53:37
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Saree
Book 2, How To Get A Divorce is now up and complete, check it out!
2022-07-25 04:34:28
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Kathleen
Loving this storyline lite entertaining funny
2022-07-17 03:17:13
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Jacqueline Herndon
cute story
2022-06-24 07:16:54
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Karen Schmitz
Loving this story so far.
2022-06-18 22:44:06
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Eclipse xhin
I liked it but I felt that the ending was kinda rushed.... going on to the next ... cuz I wanna what happens to the rest em. This was definitely an interesting read tho.
2022-12-20 03:14:41
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25 Chapters
1 - When Worlds Collide
~Juliet’s Point of View~“I’m seriously done for the damn night, don’t call me I won’t answer,” I said, as I threw my apron on the counter and grabbed my purse. Jakob gave me a salute as he went to answer the phone that never stops ringing. Job security, he would say. But tonight I was over it.I’d been at my restaurant for thirteen painfully long hours, not uncommon for a Saturday. But tonight I was stuck here way later than usual. I grimaced at the clock in my car as I threw myself in, 12:01am. My whole body ached in every place imaginable and all I wanted was a long soak in the tub.I owned a pizza shop and bakery in Charlotte, North Carolina with my sister Jada and her husband Jakob, and they were pretty much my only friends. Yup, I was turning the big 3-0 in a few months, I had no friends and lived in my sister’s guesthouse. Pathetic huh? If I had a life I’d be at the Feisty concert tonight, a hard rock band that was playing at the stadium a few miles away. Well, in all fairnes
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2 - Sober
~Juliet’s Point of View~I shivered and grabbed the comforter, wrapping myself like a burrito. Damn it, did I leave the air on blast or something? My eyes popped open as I found a comfy spot I liked then reality hit and I gasped. Oh … ohh shit! I sat up, abruptly and then jerked my neck to see if I was alone. The other side of the bed was empty, but that didn’t mean anything. I was in Jude Stone’s hotel room. Feisty’s lead singer. I had sex with him last night. Major, nakee time. Ohh fuck!My hands went to my lips and I swore I could still taste him there. His bed reeked of his cologne and a bit of whiskey. While I hadn't been drunk last night I was now suddenly, very very sober.I finally took in the room, his things were still all over the place so he hadn’t left town. Where were my clothes?? It was dark enough in the room I couldn’t really differentiate his things versus mine. I threw off the covers and shivered, was this guy a vampire? Christ it's FREEZING IN HERE!No, he was
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3 - Shadowboxer
~Jude’s Point of View~I felt like I was gliding around, practically floating. What was it about this girl last night? Well first and foremost, she wasn’t a girl. She was a real woman, a female with soft hips and tits, and ass I couldn’t get enough of … and her moans … and fuck the way she responded to me was so genuine. Most women just over exaggerate it all, fake screams and bullshit because they think that’s what I want to hear. Not this one. Shit I didn’t even get her name! How did I not get her name?? I did leave her my number, surely she’ll call, she’ll text. If it was that great for me, of course it was for her. Hell I’d be willing to stay in Charlotte another night just to have her again, have her in my arms, underneath me. Those pouty lips, those chocolate brown eyes, even her cute little toes. We did have two days off, maybe I could swing it.What the fuck am I saying?“Dude hello,” Corey said, waving his hand in front of me.I abruptly turned my chair to him and got in hi
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4 - Can't Get You Out Of My Head
~Juliet’s Point of View~ ~One Week Later~ “This is literally the worst idea I’ve ever had. Bunch of bull,” I fussed, as I struggled to move on the elliptical. “You said you wanted to exercise,” Jakob said, laughing. He was a freak about fitness, Jada was indifferent and me … I didn’t do sweat. They had a small gym in their mini mansion of a house and I rarely went in. Since we were all always together, and especially since Jada got pregnant we just decided it was best to beef up the guest/pool house than to have me live on my own. I paid the electric and water bills but that was all they would let me contribute. It was still a chunk of change in a house this size and with having a pool, but in Charlotte I’d probably drop $1,700 a month for a decent one bedroom apartment. Why bother having my own place when I basically live at the restaurant? I half lived in their house most of the time too, I even passed out on their couch sometimes. Even though we all bicker, we do enjoy each
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5 - Sunglasses At Night
~Jude’s Point of View~ “And it’s been three days and she hasn’t called,” Corey said, in shock. “Dude you have never tried this hard to find a chick. What was so special about her? How did I miss her,” Slade said, throwing up his hands. Slade rarely partied a lot with us anymore after shows. He had a couple other businesses he was into and getting with random chicks wasn’t high on his list anymore. Suddenly it wasn’t on mine either. I hadn’t touched another woman since my Cookie. I just couldn’t. Not for lack of women trying, they were always trying. They didn't have her smile, her shiny and soft hair, her body. That fucking body of hers... “I’m calling again,” I said, getting up from the kitchen area of the tour bus and going back to my room. I shut the door, kicked off my boots and got in bed. Sometimes we rotated who got the main bedroom on a bus, sometimes the guys didn't care. I cared, I liked my space and being crammed in a bunk sucks. RING RING RING “Cross Roads,” a fem
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6 - Poker Face
~Juliet’s Point of View~ “Harder! Really punch it,” Dante shouted, as he danced around. He got me into kickboxing and I had to admit, it was empowering and hot as hell. Learning some self-defense, burning calories and an excuse to touch a hot as sin guy I’ve been drooling for months? Check, check, check. All boxes are full! I really thought I could never fantasize about someone after Jude, I mean who could possibly compare. Dante Dixon, that’s fucking who. This guy was exactly who I would always lust over but never have a chance in hell with actually dating. He’d let his hair grow out this past month and just shaved it a bit underneath like Jude does. Now he had a messy carmel colored shaggy mess and when he sweats … oh fuck its hot. Illegal. “I want to ask you something, for real … for real on the real,” I said, taking off my gloves. He laughed, flashing his perfect white smile. For weeks now he’d become a good friend, someone I confided in about all my fat girl issues. Okay my
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7 - Vogue
~Juliet’s Point of View~“I feel like a whore,” I said, as Taylor finished my make-up. I looked down at this skimpy as hell dress and couldn’t believe it even fit me.“You need some whoring in your life,” he said, nodding.He wasn't wrong, so no arguments there. I spent my early years in a long term relationship and missed out on the whoring college experience. Not that I’m complaining, Marcus and I fucked like rabbits and it was great but Jude was literally only the sixth man I’d slept with and at 29 that seemed pathetic.“So the trainer huh,? You better not turn him down if the mood is right,” he said, slapping my bare knee.He went back to applying some eye shadow and I groaned. I told him it was a fake date but he insisted I make the most of it, do whatever I could to sneak in a kiss or some type of action.“Why would I try so hard to get something from someone who’s not interested when I can have a sure thing with the legend himself in just a short week’s time,” I said, making a c
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8 - Stuck On You
~Juliet’s Point of View~After a lot of back and forth and trying to calm my vagina down, we settled on a cute little bistro with outside seating where we could people watch. Turns out Dante was damn good at reading people and actually crazy funny. By the end of the night I was practically mesmerized with his eyes, his smile and his laugh.While we had gotten some looks, especially from women, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. At one point some chick a few tables over was making eyes at my date so he leaned in and kissed my cheek in a very sensual way. If there was any doubt I was his date she was getting the message now.He never made me feel less than, he never made me feel awkward or like he didn’t want to be out with me. I actually ordered a full meal and ate most of it, not just picking at salad like most women around us were doing. My appetite had increased since I started working out but since I wasn't cutting out what I wanted I was working on portion sizes. Was I seriously in lo
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9 - Blurred Lines
~Jude’s Point of View~ I don’t know why the hell I let Trey talk me into the strip club, except that it’s Saturday night and I’ve never sat at home alone most nights, let alone on the weekend. Some girl that looked half my age was jiggling her very fake glitter covered tits in my face. She was pretty but not what I’d call beautiful. My cock couldn’t even be bothered, he didn’t stir a bit. I had to admit the inevitable, Juliet had ruined me. Seven amazing fucking hours was all I had with her, but it’s totally changed my life. There’s so much I want to say to her, but I need to do it in person. I need more from her, but how can I get it? She probably thinks I’m a womanizing asshole … and okay maybe I have been. People change, I’ve certainly changed many things about my life. But I’m not being a monk for fuck’s sake, if I don’t get laid soon I’m seriously going to blow. I stuffed a $100 bill in the stripper’s g-string and took a long pull of my beer, waving her off. “Dude, she’d t
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10 - Against All Odds
~Juliet’s Point of View~ Am I really just sitting here and casually talking to Jude Stone on the phone in the middle of the night? Seems that way. He was actually really easy to talk to, and fuck how could I not want to hear that gruff and sexy voice? It just did things to me, and I found my hands roaming my body the entire conversation. I had to imagine he was doing the same. “I didn’t get in shape to please anyone else but I think being with you gave me the confidence to feel like dating again. I haven’t in so long I’m too busy with work. I felt … empowered with you and I do like being curvy and softer. I certainly don’t want to be a toothpick but I wanted to chase more of the confidence feeling that you planted I guess,” I said, completely blushing. He made some kind of low grunt and for a moment I thought he dropped the phone but he cleared his throat and acted like he was trying to recover. “How old are you? Am I allowed to ask,” he said, almost like he wasn’t sure I’d answer.
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