Page 41 of Diva Pop

Chapter Thirteen

Monday had come and gone, then Tuesday and now it was Wednesday. Life had taken on a surreal edge to Jett. There was starting a genuine relationship with an amazing man. No rehearsals, touring or recording. No definite plans on when any of those things would occur and no idea how many band members still remained.

At least he had no idea.

Silas explained that the one line they couldn’t cross professionally was information regarding the other band members. Silas refused to spill the dirt on the odious Paul or shithead Crispin. While it was truly annoying, it also made Jett respect Silas even more than he already did.

Jett was lounging on the back patio of Silas’ house in a deck chair, making a list of all the things he needed to do related to dumping that awful house. It still seemed mind-boggling that Silas was basically saying Jett could move in with him for good. After all, telling him he could stay as long as he wanted basically meant the same thing.

But as usual, Jett was second-guessing everything while waiting for the other shoe to drop. Silas told him to be in the now, let everything unfold naturally. Right. That was much too Zen for Jett. Still, something about Silas made him want to try.

Hmm. He tapped a pen against the legal pad Silas set out for him before he’d left for work that morning. Silas had instructed Jett to write out everything he wanted to work on for the next month. That could include closing up the house to deal with later, hiring a management company to lease it out, or putting it on the market. Then he’d have to decide whether to get rid of his furnishings, put them in storage, or a combination of the two.

Jett warned Silas that he was atrocious at making lists. Or rather, doing any of the tasks on the lists. Once he’d become Mr. Famous Pants, his strategy involved having someone else do everything. All the self-sufficiency he’d acquired growing up with limited means, and as a struggling dancer, flew right out the window in record speed.

Which is how I ended up with the stupid house I’m stuck having to get rid of.

He groaned. Deciding what to do was hurting his brain. Couldn’t Silas put his Papa cap on and handle it for him? Silas kept telling him that his goal was to help guide Jett into making better decisions for himself instead of simply doing everything for him without Jett’s input.

Jett checked his cell. Silas should be home any minute. Since he’d been resting like a good boy the past few days and keeping the sarcastic commentary to a minimum, Silas had said he'd take him out somewhere nice, but private, for dinner. The last part was so the media wouldn’t pester him.

He’d rather be fucked into oblivion, but maybe he could use his seductive charm on Silas tonight when they got home. Being a gentleman so Jett could heal was one thing, but sleeping in bed with the man every night without anything more than some frotting was getting to be torturous. All those muscles on display and that big cock in his palm instead of his ass. What was the world coming to?

Jett snickered. He didn’t care about the world coming, only him.

The glass door to the patio slid open. “Hey, baby. How are you feeling?”

Jett had moved to the shade about an hour ago. He was too pale to stay in the sun for very long. Even though his goal was to eradicate how pasty he’d been lately, he didn’t need to get scorched either.

“I’m okay. I didn’t do such a great job on my homework, though.”

Silas pulled up a patio chair next to the lounge. “Did you try?”

Jett held up the pad. “I made some headings, see?”

Silas covered his mouth with one hand, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Mmm. I see that. House. Furniture. Spa.” Silas regarded him with eyebrows raised. “You own a spa?”

“Oh. No.” He cleared his throat. “Actually, that was to remind me to make an appointment. I need a facial and my toenails are all scraggly.”

He thought about adding that Silas could give him a facial instead, but he’d been doing so well with tempering the sass.

“Well, this is a start.” Silas set the pad down on the small, frosted glass patio table next to Jett’s phone. “I’ll work on it with you later.”

“Thanks. I did try, but I warned you it’s not something I’m good at.”

Silas chuckled. “That you did.”

“Did you get to have lunch with your sister today?”

He was so curious about Silas’ life and family. Ever since he’d discovered that Silas was from the Bronx as well, he kept imagining scenarios where they might’ve run into each other back then, never knowing how their lives would intertwine one day. However, the sixteen-year age difference and other factors made it highly unlikely anything like that ever happened. It was still fun to pretend, though.

“I did. I told her all about you, too. She can’t wait to meet you.”

Jett’s mouth went slack. Whoa. The meeting of a family member. Even though it wasn’t mom or dad, siblings totally counted when it came to gauging how serious a relationship was. Plus, Silas’ parents were still in New York, so it wasn’t as if they could simply swing by to say hello.

“When? Not until after my spa appointment. I don’t want her to think I’m a hot mess.”

Silas laughed. “You’re beautiful all the time. But we’ll save it for when you’re comfortable. Oh, and speaking of appointments, I made one for you to meet with that physical therapist I was telling you about.”

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