I shoved my phone back in my pocket and went around to the front of the venue where a small crowd of people had already congregated.
I was recognized pretty quickly and the sound of female squeals did a lot to alleviate my sour mood.
A girl caught my eye instantly. I startled at the sight of her from behind. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair hung down her back and I could have sworn it was Vivian.
My heart started beating frantically and I headed towards her quickly. What was Vivian doing here? My joy was immediate and overwhelming.
I put my hand on her shoulder and turned her around so that I could look down into her brown eyes.
Wait a minute. Brown?
The face that looked up at me in surprise wasn’t Vivian’s. The disappointment sank in quickly.
“Hey,” the girl said, her voice high pitched and grating.
Now that I was looking at her, she didn’t resemble Vivian at all. The fact that I wished she did infuriated me.
I let my hand slide down until I was holding her hand lightly. “Come with me,” I said, cocking my head toward a door that led backstage.
The girl looked at her friends, who were staring at me with their mouths hanging open.
“Okay,” she squeaked and I slung my arm around her shoulders. I didn’t ask for her name. I didn’t want it. It didn’t matter. I hadn’t been with anyone but Vivian in way too long.
Time for that to change.
Twenty minutes later and I wanted to growl in frustration. Because things weren’t going so well.
I had my eyes squeezed shut and was imagining that the breasts barely filling my palms were large and full and the hand down my pants belonged to someone who wasn’t there.
“That’s it, Viv, just like that,” I groaned, lost in my fantasy, as the hand squeezed my cock. I kept my eyes closed and thought of Vivian’s face when I made her come. Ah yeah, that’s what I needed. I was almost there.
“My name isn’t Viv!” a voice huffed, bringing me out of my detailed daydream and deflating my erection instantly.
I opened my eyes and looked down at the woman laid out beneath me on a couch in an empty dressing room. Her shirt was open, her boobs nothing like the girl I had been picturing in my head.
I sat up and scrubbed my hands over my face. The girl scrambled to sit upright beside me and started to button her shirt.
“My name is Andrea,” she said indignantly.
“I really don’t care,” I said tiredly, not caring how bad it sounded.
The girl huffed again. “I’m leaving,” she announced, as if it would bother me. It didn’t. I wasn’t into it. Not even a little bit.
I didn’t say anything when the girl who wasn’t Vivian slammed out of the room. I leaned back on the couch, feeling oddly empty.
I was pissed. I was edgy.
I stormed out of the dressing room and headed to where I knew the other guys would be. Garrett was eating a sub and Mitch was texting on his phone. Maysie and Jordan were all cuddled up on the couch.
“Hey,” I said to the room at large. Jordan lifted his hand in a barely civil greeting. Mitch ignored me completely and Garrett nodded his head.
I threw myself into a chair and started tapping my hands on my knees. My lack of orgasm was messing with my head.
I had been so damn close too. Why did chicks have to be so touchy?
“So I was thinking we really should play that new song,” I said, knowing I was walking into a landmind.
Garrett put his sandwich down and wiped his mouth. “It’s not ready. We had this conversation two hours ago. We still have to bridge the last chorus,” he argued.
“Well I think that last chorus should be the end of the song. Why won’t you listen to me when I tell you that I think it sounds better like that?” I asked angrily.