Jake is rumoured to be worth around $300 million and growing, they say he earned $90 million in the last year alone.
So when they left Rally, Jake and Jonny set up ‘TMS Records’ together, put the band onto the label and have been signing other growing bands and musicians to the label ever since.
Well, until Jonny died that is.
When Jonny died his half of the label naturally went to his parents. It was reported that Jake bought them out, as per their wishes, because it was too painful for them to have any involvement with the label after losing Jonny.
So now Jake runs TMS alone. And even in rehab, he had maintained running it from what I’ve heard in the business news.
But even with Jake’s combination of music and business talent, it is sadly not what he spends most of his time in the news for.
Pissing on the stage in Japan aside, Jake was already tabloid fodder for his drinking, partying, and women. He works hard, and plays harder. He goes through women like most people go through loose change. He has dated some of the most beautiful women in the world. Actresses, models, singers, the list goes on and on.
More recently, he’s been quiet on that front, obviously from being in rehab. But now he’s back, clean and ready to reclaim his place in the news, and the charts.
Maybe that’s how Vicky got the interview.
Jake will be keen to show he’s back and means business. If anything, surprisingly, Jake and TMS’s popularity has increased since the Japan incident.
The fans love his outlandish behaviour. Men want to be him, woman want to screw him … most wanting to be the one to tame the untameable Jake Wethers.
All Jake did that night in Japan was immortalise himself as the rock god people always believe him capable to be, putting him among the ranks at the young age of twenty-six.
It’s crazy, he left the UK when he was fourteen and then four years later the band was signed, and they were hitting the big time when he was twenty.
Such a fast rise. And I wonder, if he can achieve what he has in only eight years in the music industry, just imagine what he’ll be able to do in twenty.
But all of this aside, ignoring all the gloss and the money, all I see when I look at pictures of him is my old best friend, Jake Wethers. The guy I used to have movie and pizza night with. The guy who helped me bury Fudge, my pet rabbit when he died. And sat with me holding my hand all day while I cried over his loss.
It’s just been so long and we’ve been apart so long, our lives taking such different paths, what will we even have to say to each other? Anything at all? Will he even remember me?
My phone starts to ring, breaking my reverie. I pull my earphones out and answer the phone.
“Trudy Bennett.”
“Hey gorgeous.”
My heart melts a little. It’s my very lovely, very gorgeous blonde haired, blued-eyed, smart boyfriend, Will.
I’ve been with Will for two years. I first met him at university, but nothing ever happened between us, then after I graduated I didn’t see him again until two years ago when I bumped into him on a night out with Simone. We’ve been together ever since.
“Hey yourself.”
“We still on for dinner tonight?”
“We sure are,” I smile.
“Wonderful, so I’ll pick you up for your place at seven.”
“See you then.”
I hang the phone up with Will and stare at my screen. I open Google and search for pictures of Jake.
I click on one enlarging it on my screen. He’s bare-chested, and he looks so incredibly beautiful.
Jake is lean but muscular, defined, with lovely slim hips. His hair is black, shaved close around the sides, longer on the top, he wears it high and messy. His hair-style, on anyone else would probably look silly, but not him. On him it looks perfect. And in contrast to his black hair, his eyes are blue. Startlingly so, just like the colour of the ocean.
He’s always had this cute little smattering of freckles over his nose ever since I can remember, but now, they somehow now make his gorgeous bad boy edge even more apparent.
Jake is also covered in tattoos. He’s almost as famous for his tattoos as he is his music and bad boy antics.
Jake has a full tattoo sleeve on his right arm. Tattoos on his left forearm and T M S in script on its inner, but his most distinctive tattoo, well for me anyway, is the one on his chest. It spans right across, sitting just below his collar bone, which says …
I wear my scars, they don’t wear me
Sometimes I wonder just how true that statement is.
Looking back, I don’t know at exactly what point I knew I was in love with Jake. I guess I just always was.
My mum used to say when we were toddlers I did follow him around like a puppy dog.
Jake and I were best friends – as close as you could get. And I know it was all he would have, and ever did see me as. He was always way out of my league.