Page 95 of Queen Of Clubs

This is our second show since we’ve found Jade. So far, things have been completely different with how we normally do things.

Zane isn’t drunk, Griffin isn’t high, and I’m horny as fuck. Something I really wish Jade would have been able to help me out with.

Griffin offered to have a quickie in our dressing room after the meet and greet, but that meant more time away from Jade and knowing we only had another two hours before the show started, I wanted all the time I could get with her. We can have crazy sex after.

I shiver just thinking about it.

“Hey,” Calvin greets us.

“Hey. Where’s Jade?” I ask Calvin.

“She’s here.” He gives us a small smile. “She wanted to see what it felt like being up on stage.”

We step around the corner to find her standing in the middle of the massive stage. She looks so gorgeous tonight. Although she always does. She’s dressed in a black and red plaid punk rock dress with lots of layers.

Her tits look so damn good, it takes everything in me to focus on the fans and not eye up her breasts at the VIP meet. But that’s the least modest part of her dress. I mean, it goes all the way down to her knees. Underneath, her legs are covered in these sexily ripped black fishnet stockings. She’s a damn sweet treat that we all want to take a bite out of.

Her long red curly hair shines under the stage light, casting a glow over her like an angel.

“Looking good, Trouble. Thinking about joining the band?” Zane chuckles as we join her.

She spins around, the smile on her face making my heart skip a beat. She’s stunning. “I don’t know, big guy. If I were to do that, you would be out of a job.”

“How so?” Zane asks, cocking a brow. I grin at their banter. It’s like their way of flirting. It’s fucking hot.

“Because the fans would love my voice better and just vote you out of the band. And I’m not here to steal anyone's job,” she teases, raising her hands. “I’m just here for a good time.”

“You sure do think highly of yourself, don’t you?” Zane snorts. “Be careful, Trouble, your delusion is showing.”

“It’s okay to feel intimidated by me, big guy.” She gives him a sympathetic look.

He rolls his eyes, but a smirk plays on his lips. “Can you even sing?”

“Can I sing?” she gasps, putting a hand on her chest. “I’m offended. Of course, I can sing. You’ve all heard me.”

“Yes, but that was years ago,” Griffin adds in. “I think you're going to have to prove it to us, Jelly Bean. It’s only fair.”

“You wanna hear me sing?” she asks, raising a brow.

“More than anything,” I answer with a grin. I remember her voice from way back when. She was phenomenal. We tried to convince her that if we ever got big, she would have to join the band, but she refused. Said she enjoyed singing when it was just us in the school music room, but she’d rather watch us than chase a dream that wasn’t really hers.

“Alright then. Warning, I don’t sing rock.” She narrows her eyes at all of us. “So, don’t shit on my song choice.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go on, Trouble, prove me right.” Zane smirks.

Jade flips him off, making us all chuckle. She goes over to Calvin, and they share a few words, then Calvin hands her a mic before making his way over to the sound board.

“I’ve chosen one from years ago, but it’s still one of my favorites,” she tells us, a slightly nervous look showing on her face; the playfulness from before is completely gone.

The music starts up, and I immediately know what song it is. Stay by Alessia Cara and Zedd.

My eyes flick over to the guys. Griffin looks over at me, but Zane stares at her with an unreadable look. It’s a song we all know the lyrics to.

While it meant something back then, I know it’s going to mean something completely different now.

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and starts to sing.

Her body is a little stiff at first, her voice shaking a bit, but as the beat picks up, her body starts to move like she's unable to stop herself from dancing.

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