~Livie~A horde of ‘tweens almost trample me. Yup. Shit just got real. The situation is more terrifying than when my mom took me to the opening night of the final Twilight movie. I thought those little bitches were scary. They didn’t hold a candle to this crowd. There is nobody to blame but myself. I am that desperate to confront my ex, the lead singer of Pieces of Abel. Why here and now? What am I thinking? Rock It Out is Oklahoma’s largest rock festival of the year. Sucks when I’m the cause of my misery. If I could kick my own ass, I would. Cursing under my breath, I fight my way through a mob of women showing way too much skin, muscled security, and guys in outfits so bizarre I worry about their mental health. I swear the Marilyn Manson phase died a silent death. This crowd proves my theory wrong. Just like I am mistaken about the mullet being out of style. Seriously, I lost count of the number of mullet heads about five minutes ago. A pair of squealing women stumble by me, one
~Livie~I’m not here for a social visit.” I speak with determined purpose.“Do you think I’m a moron?” He interrupts me.My eyes roll at the question. I swear he sets himself up for failure on purpose. “It’s a controversial subject.” He walks over to a hidden cabinet and pours himself a shot of whiskey. “Let me clarify for clarity’s sake. I don’t believe for one goddamn second you are here because you miss me.” He swallows the shot with the ease of a seasoned pro. I heard the rumors circulating about him, that he is a heavy drinker among other things. When he offers the bottle to me, I scrunch my nose and waive it away. His eyebrow quirks up. “That’s new. Going with the good girl act?” I am pissed. “Act? You don’t know me anymore. Save your judgments. Some of us have priorities in life. You know, responsibilities?” His hand freezes in the middle of pouring another shot. “You’re going back to home tonight?” “I’m not here to talk about my schedule.” My foot taps on the ground. Wh
~Livie~ “Ladies! We’ve been waiting for you!” Raze calls out. “Who is she?” A member of the trio gives me the stink eye. Raze shrugs, devilish grin in place. “A friend of Abel’s.” “Abel?” She eyes me up and down, weighing her supposed competition. “Actually, we’re not friends at all.” I plaster a smile on my face for her benefit. “Are you lovers?” She persists. Ugg. I laugh at her desperation. I will never disgrace myself over a guy again. She crosses her arms across her chest, amplifying huge, fake boobs. A pout forms on her cherry-red lips. “But he invited me back to the bus.” Stupid chick. I shake my head. “There’s no reason to be upset. He’s not a lover or friend. He’s just somebody I used to know.” “So you aren’t screwing him?” My hand itches to grab a handful of her bottle blond hair. Crazy, right? I am totally not jealous. Liar, liar! Pants on fire! “Nope.” I say cheerfully and waive at Gabe. “Good luck with this freak show. Laters.” He stands up,
~Livie~ I notice women are staring. I'm talking bug-eyed ogling. Yup. Abel's sculpted upper-body is on full display. Couldn't he have put on a damn shirt before chasing me to cause a scene?“You left your phone on the bus. It has been going off. Whoever “J” is, he or she really, really wants to get in touch with you.” Abel smirks“Crap! Give it to me!” I lung for him.Abel easily fends me off. “I didn’t bring it with me. If you want it, you’ll have to come and get it.” My hands ball into fists. Again. I can picture doing bodily harm to his sexy ass. “Aren’t you missing a booty call?” “Hell, no! I sent that bitch away.” I say nothing, nibbling my lower lip in deep thought.“She attacked me after I got out of the shower. Raze had to restrain her and drag her ass off the bus.” Whatever. “I need my phone.” I stalk towards the bus.“To call J?” Abel is hot on my heels.The nerve! He doesn’t deserve an answer. So I don’t give him one.“Livie, are you seeing someone?” His long legs m
~Livie~ “Jesus, Christ!” He shoves his plate away. Abel does not bother to hide his agitation. With him, it is all passion, the good and the ugly. “You walk back into my life, turning my fucking wet dream into reality, and think you can leave? Babe, if your goal was to be free of me, you never should have climbed on my bus.” The chances of him signing the papers are bleak. Stupid me for thinking he would be reasonable. I’m going to spend the rest of my life tied to the worst husband in the world. Seriously. He had sex with my cousin on our wedding night! Who the hell does that? I realize I lost control of the situation. I don’t know what to do to remedy the situation. Maybe call my bestie and ball my eyes out. Yes. That is the extent of my master plan. By some divine interference, my phone goes off again. I grab my phone when I notice the caller. “I have to take this.” “Hello?” I speak quietly as if it matters.Eliza wastes no time. “You were supposed to call me with all the jui
~Livie~ Six weeks later…. I rush over to Anna’s apartment. I am running late. So what else is new? I pull into her assigned parking spot, thankful for that at least. After grabbing my purse, I rush inside. Just as I fear, my Nugget is throwing a fit. His exasperated nanny sits him in his bouncer. “You’re late! Again!” She accuses. I sigh and hold back an eye-roll. I am three minutes late. “Thanks, Hannah.” I shove some money in her hand and usher her out the door. “Rude, bitch.” I mutter after I slam the door. I lean my head against it while I catch my breath. At the sound of a chuckle, I finally notice Jaxon leaning against the far wall, one eyebrow hitched up. Jaxon is the lead singer of the metal group End of Days. He is high up on the panty melter scale for sure. His fit, muscular build is only the cherry on top of his rugged good looks. He rocked the wild, untamed beauty. The black hair and blue eyes so rich you could drown in them helped as well. I nibble on my lower lip
~Abel~“Are you sure?” My heart hammers in my chest. “Yes.” My lawyer confirmed. For the third time. “The paperwork was not complete. It appears there were a few critical pages missing from the packet.”“F-U-C-K.” I say.“This is not a problem, only a minor inconvenience. I assure you. I can contact the other party, request they sign and overnight the paperwork to you for signature.”My lawyer sounds smug, irritatingly so. I rub my face with my other hand. “So we are not divorced?”She sighs. “No. The courts kicked the paperwork back. You are still Mr. and Mrs. Abel Moore.”My mind races with a thousand different possibilities. When I signed those papers, I suffered from fucking crushing regret. Like instantly. Livie and I never had the chance at a real marriage. Well, that shit is about to fucking change.“Hello? Mr. Moore?” Her impatient tone calls out.“Yeah, sorry. So what if I do not sign? Can they proceed without me as they threatened?”“Well, yes. But it will take time and ef
~Livie~“What the hell am I going to do?” I wring my hands while my BFF Eliza watches me with a grin.“This whole scenario is like something from a Hallmark channel movie!” She grins wider.“Seriously? Is that all you have to say?” I huff, shoving unruly hair out of my face. “Abel’s sexy but frustrating ass will be in town tomorrow! I need real advice.”“Fine.” She crosses her arms. “Take control of the situation. Remember Ana’s business meeting with Christian? She took control of the situation and stayed on point. She teased, flirted, stuck it to him, and then walked the fuck away.”I groan. “This is real life! Not 50 Shades of Bullshit!”Eliza smirks. “Meet him in a neutral place of your choosing. Stick to facts. Don’t take any shit. And make him sign those damn papers so we can all move on with our freaking lives!”Tears gather in my eyes but I’d be damned if I let them fall. I will allow no more shed tears for him. I grab her and pull her into a hug against her will. “I’m sorry! I
~Abel~“Are you sure?” My heart hammers in my chest. “Yes.” My lawyer confirmed. For the third time. “The paperwork was not complete. It appears there were a few critical pages missing from the packet.”“F-U-C-K.” I say.“This is not a problem, only a minor inconvenience. I assure you. I can contact the other party, request they sign and overnight the paperwork to you for signature.”My lawyer sounds smug, irritatingly so. I rub my face with my other hand. “So we are not divorced?”She sighs. “No. The courts kicked the paperwork back. You are still Mr. and Mrs. Abel Moore.”My mind races with a thousand different possibilities. When I signed those papers, I suffered from fucking crushing regret. Like instantly. Livie and I never had the chance at a real marriage. Well, that shit is about to fucking change.“Hello? Mr. Moore?” Her impatient tone calls out.“Yeah, sorry. So what if I do not sign? Can they proceed without me as they threatened?”“Well, yes. But it will take time and ef
~Livie~ Six weeks later…. I rush over to Anna’s apartment. I am running late. So what else is new? I pull into her assigned parking spot, thankful for that at least. After grabbing my purse, I rush inside. Just as I fear, my Nugget is throwing a fit. His exasperated nanny sits him in his bouncer. “You’re late! Again!” She accuses. I sigh and hold back an eye-roll. I am three minutes late. “Thanks, Hannah.” I shove some money in her hand and usher her out the door. “Rude, bitch.” I mutter after I slam the door. I lean my head against it while I catch my breath. At the sound of a chuckle, I finally notice Jaxon leaning against the far wall, one eyebrow hitched up. Jaxon is the lead singer of the metal group End of Days. He is high up on the panty melter scale for sure. His fit, muscular build is only the cherry on top of his rugged good looks. He rocked the wild, untamed beauty. The black hair and blue eyes so rich you could drown in them helped as well. I nibble on my lower lip
~Livie~ “Jesus, Christ!” He shoves his plate away. Abel does not bother to hide his agitation. With him, it is all passion, the good and the ugly. “You walk back into my life, turning my fucking wet dream into reality, and think you can leave? Babe, if your goal was to be free of me, you never should have climbed on my bus.” The chances of him signing the papers are bleak. Stupid me for thinking he would be reasonable. I’m going to spend the rest of my life tied to the worst husband in the world. Seriously. He had sex with my cousin on our wedding night! Who the hell does that? I realize I lost control of the situation. I don’t know what to do to remedy the situation. Maybe call my bestie and ball my eyes out. Yes. That is the extent of my master plan. By some divine interference, my phone goes off again. I grab my phone when I notice the caller. “I have to take this.” “Hello?” I speak quietly as if it matters.Eliza wastes no time. “You were supposed to call me with all the jui
~Livie~ I notice women are staring. I'm talking bug-eyed ogling. Yup. Abel's sculpted upper-body is on full display. Couldn't he have put on a damn shirt before chasing me to cause a scene?“You left your phone on the bus. It has been going off. Whoever “J” is, he or she really, really wants to get in touch with you.” Abel smirks“Crap! Give it to me!” I lung for him.Abel easily fends me off. “I didn’t bring it with me. If you want it, you’ll have to come and get it.” My hands ball into fists. Again. I can picture doing bodily harm to his sexy ass. “Aren’t you missing a booty call?” “Hell, no! I sent that bitch away.” I say nothing, nibbling my lower lip in deep thought.“She attacked me after I got out of the shower. Raze had to restrain her and drag her ass off the bus.” Whatever. “I need my phone.” I stalk towards the bus.“To call J?” Abel is hot on my heels.The nerve! He doesn’t deserve an answer. So I don’t give him one.“Livie, are you seeing someone?” His long legs m
~Livie~ “Ladies! We’ve been waiting for you!” Raze calls out. “Who is she?” A member of the trio gives me the stink eye. Raze shrugs, devilish grin in place. “A friend of Abel’s.” “Abel?” She eyes me up and down, weighing her supposed competition. “Actually, we’re not friends at all.” I plaster a smile on my face for her benefit. “Are you lovers?” She persists. Ugg. I laugh at her desperation. I will never disgrace myself over a guy again. She crosses her arms across her chest, amplifying huge, fake boobs. A pout forms on her cherry-red lips. “But he invited me back to the bus.” Stupid chick. I shake my head. “There’s no reason to be upset. He’s not a lover or friend. He’s just somebody I used to know.” “So you aren’t screwing him?” My hand itches to grab a handful of her bottle blond hair. Crazy, right? I am totally not jealous. Liar, liar! Pants on fire! “Nope.” I say cheerfully and waive at Gabe. “Good luck with this freak show. Laters.” He stands up,
~Livie~I’m not here for a social visit.” I speak with determined purpose.“Do you think I’m a moron?” He interrupts me.My eyes roll at the question. I swear he sets himself up for failure on purpose. “It’s a controversial subject.” He walks over to a hidden cabinet and pours himself a shot of whiskey. “Let me clarify for clarity’s sake. I don’t believe for one goddamn second you are here because you miss me.” He swallows the shot with the ease of a seasoned pro. I heard the rumors circulating about him, that he is a heavy drinker among other things. When he offers the bottle to me, I scrunch my nose and waive it away. His eyebrow quirks up. “That’s new. Going with the good girl act?” I am pissed. “Act? You don’t know me anymore. Save your judgments. Some of us have priorities in life. You know, responsibilities?” His hand freezes in the middle of pouring another shot. “You’re going back to home tonight?” “I’m not here to talk about my schedule.” My foot taps on the ground. Wh
~Livie~A horde of ‘tweens almost trample me. Yup. Shit just got real. The situation is more terrifying than when my mom took me to the opening night of the final Twilight movie. I thought those little bitches were scary. They didn’t hold a candle to this crowd. There is nobody to blame but myself. I am that desperate to confront my ex, the lead singer of Pieces of Abel. Why here and now? What am I thinking? Rock It Out is Oklahoma’s largest rock festival of the year. Sucks when I’m the cause of my misery. If I could kick my own ass, I would. Cursing under my breath, I fight my way through a mob of women showing way too much skin, muscled security, and guys in outfits so bizarre I worry about their mental health. I swear the Marilyn Manson phase died a silent death. This crowd proves my theory wrong. Just like I am mistaken about the mullet being out of style. Seriously, I lost count of the number of mullet heads about five minutes ago. A pair of squealing women stumble by me, one