Page 18 of Madd Love

“That sounds crazy. Maybe he’s right. It’s okay to let him protect you when you all go out. He’s high profile. It can get dangerous.”

She’s not wrong. I wasn’t as upset about it as he was, but I don’t deal with that when I just want to go out and shop. Really, it must be hard for him.

“Glory, how do you and Beck handle this type of thing? You’ve been at this a lot longer.”

She settles into the pillows. “We stay home and fuck a lot.”

We all laugh uncontrollably, and Glory turns tomato red with embarrassment.

“Jeez, Glory, don’t hold back. We already know Beck has a huge wiener.”

Glory tosses a pillow at Evelyn, who dodges it, but it knocks over a painting Glory has sitting in the floor by her reading chair.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Evelyn says as she hops up and goes to straighten up the photo, but Glory runs like her ass is on fire and tries to shoo Ev away.

“What is that, Glory? Is that…” Evelyn leans in closer. We all do except Glory, who is so red she’s turning purple.

“Oh, hell. I can explain!” she shouts and tries to stand in front of it.

I lean in closer. “Is that a glory hole?”

“Yes, okay! It is!”

“Oh, you and Beck are freaky, freaky!”

“Oh my gosh!” Glory covers her face with her hands, and we laugh harder.

“Wait. Is he putting that big ole wiener of his through this hole? It doesn’t look big enough!”

We’re all laughing and enjoying ourselves, and I know that no matter what happens in this life, these women will always be there for me.

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Shit, I miss my girl. We’ve been on the road for two weeks on this leg of the tour, but it feels like twenty.

I’mready to be home. Funny how when I think of home now, I think of Jen. This must be what it feels like for Beck, since he and Glory got together. Not that I haven’t been entertained by them. I just would much rather be with Jen than sitting here, watching Silas, Tyson, and Huxley kick my ass at tonk.

I hate losing to these shitheads, not to mention the amount of money they’re each getting off of me tonight.

I toss my cards onto the table.“Fuck, this is not my night.”

“Ah, but it is mine.” Silas brags, and Huxley smirks. “Sore loser.”

“Fuck yeah, I am. I haven’t won a single hand tonight.”

I came to what these dipshits are now calling the “single and ready to mingle”suite since these three jokers are bunking down in the same room so they can party and do single-guy shit. Beck and I are off in the “pussy whipped” suite, as they affectionately call it.

Let’s make no mistake, for Jen, I am definitely pussy whipped and loving every second of it. What these guy’s see aspussy whipped; I see as taking care of my girl. Jen deserves the best, and now that I’ve got her, I’m not about to fuck it up. Tonight seems low-key, so I’m just hanging out, having a few drinks. Beck left about thirty minutes ago. He was going to be a guest on a drumming podcast, so he went back to our room to handle that.

As for me, I’m getting my ass handed to me.

“Are y’all cheating? How am I losing every hand?”

A knock sounds at the door, and Tyson stands to answer it but not before he gets in a jab.

“Bet it’s the pizza, and to answer your questions, no, we aren’t cheating. You’re losing because you suck at tonk.”

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