Chapter 5

Aaron's POV

I can't deny, I was feeling a little bit frustrated. The concert went great and I was feeling really pumped. It was in the after-party where we met our diehard fans that everything started going downhill. All my friends were starting to settle down, either in a steady relationship or married with kids.

These tours used to be great for picking up willing women, a different one each night. I was wondering what the big deal was about having the same woman every night and even going so far as to swear before God to never have a different one again. It seemed crazy and yet my bandmates were telling me that I was the crazy one.

When Noah from High Notes asked if his eighteen-year-old sister could follow the tour with two other eighteen-year-old girls, I argued for an exemption to our usual policy. Normally it would be an automatic no, but I was sure I could hook up with one of them and see what it was like to have the same girl for at least a month.

That plan fell apart pretty quickly and all because of a pipsqueak of a man. Not even a man, more a pretty boy who, if I had met him in the street would have presumed was gay. I had thought they were playing an elaborate joke on me, especially since I knew Trish had not given permission for anyone other than the three girls. Then I met the little fart and couldn't believe my eyes. I could have spoken to Trish and got him removed, but that felt petty and would not endear me to the girls.

Having given up, at least temporarily, on my first plan, I thought I would go back to my usual habits and pick up a different groupie each night. I had to be a bit more careful now since my bandmates all had their girlfriends with them and did not appreciate random girls around them, especially now that Mia was around. The problem was my mind was fixated on Buffy. She was really curvy with big tits and a beautiful arse, her face wasn't bad to look at either. She also had this confident swagger that emphasised all her assets. I kept comparing all the groupies to her and found them wanting. We had already started the tour and I hadn't had sex yet. That was like a record for me and not one I wanted to continue.

Our part of the show finished by around eight-thirty and the after-party went on till midnight, but our obligation was to be there until ten. Damon, Billy and Ethan all left as soon as they could so that they could spend some time with their partners before turning in. So far I had been following them like a sad muppet. I was handsome, rich and a rock star, how could this be happening to me?

I wondered why Buffy and her friends were following us since I knew their RV was not parked anywhere near ours. The answer became obvious when we moved around my RV that was placed to block the public from viewing a private space in the middle. There were Lisa, Bonny and Chloe laughing their heads off with the little fart in the middle telling them a story.

I felt a spike of anger, almost like the little fart was challenging me in some way and winning. I felt a need to fight back and then the little fart gave me an opportunity. They hadn't seen us yet and he was gesturing wildly and very expressively, but one hand was touching Lisa's shoulder.

I turned to Damon. “Look out, man, someone is making a move on your girl,” I told him. If Damon has any problem it is jealousy. It takes very little to get him worried that someone is after his love and the man is built like a brick.

Finally, the girls and it noticed us. Lisa's face lit up seeing Damon, so I thought my ruse was sunk, but she enthusiastically introduced the little fart.

“Damon you've got to met Drew,” she said. All of them had got up from the table. Bonny and Chloe went to hug their guys and Lisa was pulling Drew towards Damon, who was looking on with a very stern face.

“Nice to meet you, Damon,” Drew said pleasantly, offering his hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you too,” Damon said between clenched teeth as he took Drew's hand.

Rather than a quick shake and let go, Damon held on and Drew's face went from pleasant smile to puzzled face to a pain-filled one. He then let out an involuntary yelp of pain and finally, Damon let go.

Drew went to his knees holding his hand with his other hand, tears leaking down his face, looking up with a pitiful 'why?' on his face. I couldn't help myself, I laughed out loud.

Damon was then hit from the side by an enraged Buffy who shouted 'get away from him arsehole.'

Lisa slapped Damon on the cheek and started ripping him a new arsehole. I'm pretty sure I wasn't going to be the only one sleeping alone tonight.

I felt a jab in my side. “Not cool, dude, not cool,” Ethan said, walking past me with Chloe looking at me like I was dirt.

Drew's three girls surrounded him and took him back to their RV.

I decided to get the hell out of there and went back to my RV as well. I felt a bit confused. Somehow I felt I had won a battle, but by winning the battle, I had lost the war. I had felt satisfaction when the little fart had got hurt, but almost like I had just kicked a puppy, I felt this sickening sensation inside me.

I would have a chat with Trish tomorrow. I think it would be best if I got them kicked off the tour. I know it would piss off a few people, but it was messing with my head and that was not good.

Half an hour later, someone was knocking on my door. I opened the door to find Damon looking a bit sheepish.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asked me.

“Yeah. In the doghouse, I guess.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.”

“Sorry, mate. For some reason, that guy gets to me. I'm going to speak to Trish tomorrow and get them off the tour.” Damon knew I had provoked him and I knew I was in the wrong. “I'll speak to Lisa tomorrow and tell her that I stirred the shit. I'll try and get you out of the doghouse.”

“Getting rid of Drew is going to get me in even more trouble. If you want to get me out of the doghouse, you need to apologise to Drew. That kid is like a baby whisperer or something. He was like the answer to Lisa's prayers and I have just alienated him. I'm going to be doing some big-time grovelling tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” Damon just nodded. “Fuck,” I whispered.

There went my plans of getting rid of them. If anything they were going to be even more entangled with me than before. Maybe I needed to see a therapist. I don't think it was jealousy but something about them stirred negative shit up and highlighted some darkness in my soul. At least I can redirect my desire to hurt Drew into practical jokes. That could satisfy my dark urge without causing harm. Something to think about.