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~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
~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
~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
~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
~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
~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
~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
~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
~Juliet’s Point of View~ Slade had a freakin' unbelievable house, very California, something you would see on MTV Cribs. He had a sound system that seemed to play all over the place at a low volume and I hummed along to Prince's "1999" as we walked outside to a massive patio with a huge table all set up with food. I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but it seemed like nobody else did either. I was just heavily enjoying it all. Slade had a massive spread with everything you could want, and a chef in the kitchen constantly bringing out more. Fuck I would need a trainer again if I kept this up … but for tonight I’ll allow it. “Explain,” Slade said, tapping on the table and staring down Trey. Trey looked like he’d seen a ghost. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. I was just grateful the focus was on someone else. I knew we’d have to bring up all my shit at some point but I welcomed the distraction. “About … shit, I don't know … eight years ago now I uhm, met this chick a
~Jude’s Point of View~ Jada and Jakob agreed it was best to close their shop for a few days, the publicity was just too much and while I offered to help cover the employee’s salaries for those days they declined. Slade had the Outlaws making rounds past Cross Roads over night, just to make sure no one did anything stupid. Slade always surprised me with the people he knew, but it shouldn't be too shocking anymore. Nobody could get along with literally everybody, but somehow Slade did. I absolutely hated this shit for Juliet’s family but it was just going to be something that had to run its course. Juliet wanted to continue with our plans to go out of town, which I had mixed feelings about doing. I wanted her to have the distraction, but the optics of us going out to enjoy our good lives may not be best. Really though, it wasn’t like she asked for this, and it wasn’t like the asshole didn’t deserve it. There was no way of knowing what he might have done. Clearly he didn’t have good in
~Juliet’s Point of View~ “I think we should let him in,” I said, rushing back to the kitchen. They both still just eyeballed me casually, not even phased. “Is he hot,” Jada asked, raising her eyebrow. “I obviously don’t know him personally, Jada,” I snapped. How could she not be concerned at this point?? Every single hair on my body was at attention and there was a rotten feeling in my gut. My phone rang again, again I silenced it. I put my hands on my hips as I saw something move in the backyard out of the corner of my eye. A figure. Someone’s fucking out there! No chance the biker got back there this fast since he parked on the street. “Get the fuck upstairs,” Jake shouted, throwing his bowl in the sink and smashing it. We all ran and I fumbled to call Slade back as my feet pounded the steps. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking and shattering, then the alarm going off broke out into the air. "Juliet!! I know you're in there," I heard, as my heart thundered in my ears.
~Juliet’s Point of View~ Jude was certainly right about the paps doing whatever they could to weasel into our world. They posed as customers at Cross Roads every day, grilling the staff and whoever else for information. There was a clause in the NDA’s that if anyone sold information on Jude or I that we could sue them for three times whatever they were paid. Clearly trying to snag a couple hundred dollars would hardly be worth it to anyone, not to mention losing a good job. I was pleased to find that the employees toyed with the paps, but that was it. Jude came in one night to eat with me and that was quite a scene but it gave the vultures what they wanted. Jada, Jakob and Janelle even joined us, posing for a few photos. We’d had to bring his security guard and it would take some getting used to that we had a shadow. Taylor wasn’t thrilled about getting more responsibility and giving up the “fun stuff” but I told him if it got to be too much I’d either come back more or we’d get a
~Jude’s Point of View~ The whole ride home from the Cook’s house, Juliet was quiet and I needed to let her process whatever was in her head. I knew my life growing up was fucked, my parents were barely around. But her parents were right fucking there, with her everyday. But completely not there. I don’t know if I could believe it without seeing it. What a mind fuck. I needed to do something to sweep this beautiful woman off her feet. I absolutely needed her to know I was here for her, I would give her anything and everything. Clearly for Juliet that wasn’t shoes, handbags or shit from a store. It took every ounce of restraint not to flip out on her parents when they went on about that damn cat. Her incredible daughter is sitting right here, in front of them bearing part of her soul. Their granddaughter is feet away. They couldn’t care less. My heart broke for Juliet, not just for today but for the fact that this has happened her whole life. I absolutely had a new appreciation for
~Juliet’s Point of View~ “Wanna talk about it,” Jude asked, as we pulled away from the grocery store. He held my hand and stroked the back of it. I made a face but went ahead and gave him the low down, more than the condensed version I’d already told him. I explained about that last day, how I felt empowered. I felt like I was taking back control of my life. While I had spent all those years convinced I was in an equal partnership, it was clear I wasn’t. I was completely a housewife to Marcus the whole time we were together. He never washed clothes, dishes, or cleaned up. I had grown up so used to seeing my mom do all those things, maybe for a while I just assumed it was the woman’s duty. Or some shit. But he used me, all the time. He used me to look cool to his friends, he used me so he wouldn’t be alone. So he wouldn’t have to do all that shit for himself. Looking back now I realized we always went where he wanted for trips, even for dinner. I just went along with it all and ne
~Juliet’s Point of View~ For me, going back to my hometown is always a good idea … until I get there. Jada had to be at the shop since Monday is one of her busiest days and it would have been weird for Jakob to come without her. I instead brought Janelle because I felt like I needed something. Some buffer. Who doesn’t love a baby anyhow? Okay maybe it was a cowardly move, but I needed someone else. Even a non-verbal drooler that would likely sleep the whole time would do. “Why do I feel absolute panic and stress radiating off of you,” Jude asked, as he drove. He said it was too weird for me to drive him, and I wasn’t complaining. It was taking some getting used to having someone open my doors, think and plan things along with me. But so far I was loving it. Okay it’s not like it had been all that long with his help and input … but still. I was glad I at least got a new car last year, if he was behind the wheel of my tiny ass Ford Fiesta that would certainly be something. He looke
~Juliet’s Point of View~ RING RING RING “Excuse me,” Jude said, looking down at his phone. He got up and wandered outside, looking every bit a model even in an old Anthrax t-shirt and basketball shorts. Still absolutely mouth watering. “Helllllo,” Jada said, waving her hand in front of me. “Yep,” I said, turning my attention back to my dear sister. “You’ve fallen for him like a fucking body sleeping with the fishes,” she said, making me laugh. Jada is always graphic, in the weirdest but best ways. It certainly breaks up the day. I watched as Jakob took the baby away to get a bath. “I’m just nervous you know? There’s not been anyone you’ve been serious about since Marcus. It’s been a long time since you looked at anyone like that. I’m just--” I cut her off. “You don’t think I know? Of course I’m terrified he’ll break my heart. But what can I do? He’s asked me to keep an open mind, to be in the moment with him. I’m sure he’s on with his manager or publicist right now finalizing
~Jude’s Point of View~ “I’ll give you all the cash I have if you’ll drive me to Charlotte tonight,” I said, jumping into my Uber. The kid turned around, he couldn’t be more than 20. “What are we talking about dude,” he said, interested. I fumbled around in my wallet and counted out $800. It was probably cheaper than a last minute plane ticket. I hadn’t told Juliet but I had planned to come back, I left all my crap mostly at the hotel in Charlotte and extended my stay by a week. I just had a small backpack with me. “You got it man, must be going to see about a girl huh,” he said, laughing and grabbing his GPS. “Absolutely, and she’s more than worth it,” I said, leaning back. I was still way too keyed up from the show to drive myself, and I’d had a fight with Slade about bringing Gavin with me. What the hell would he do while I was with my girl? He’d heard/seen me with women before but with Juliet? No way, some things are just fucking private. The band and everyone called me nuts