Page 115 of On The Edge
Do I really know people? Not really. But I’d figure it out if she tried anything.
The four of us are used to this. Snakes in the roses, always trying to get more from us. We’ve actually talked about how we feel like we’re more of a commodity than actual people these days. With fame, there’s always going to be a level of expectations and openness that the fans want. By giving them that, we forfeit our right to be offended or protective of the opinions of our person.
They think I’m a bad person? Probably, but it’s none of my business what they think.
They think Kai’s one bad problem away from going full-on serial killer? He’s not, but it’s none of his business what they think.
They think Markus is a womanizer that’s got ten baby mommas? All lies, but it’s none of his business what they think.
They think Adam wants to leave the band because he doesn’t ever smile on stage? Maybe, but it’s none of his business what they think.
Opinions about our personal character, and ramblings from fans are not what we focus on. But it doesn’t mean that it doesn’tsting to read or hear sometimes. The stories and rumors can get brutal. People get intense and mean with the safety of a screen.
Wesigned up for this.Weworked for this.
Melody didn’t.
I pull the curtains closed abruptly, and Kai’s crouched by Markus' head as they whisper to let Adam and Mel asleep. It’s obvious that Markus didn’t want to leave though because his hand is still threaded with Mel’s and now one of his legs is in between hers. Adam’s sleeping so still I’m shocked. We weren’t kidding when we said he normally is like a boxing alligator in his sleep.
His subconscious must know that he’s got her nestled against him, and let him finally sleep for once.
Good, the guy needed it. I don’t think he’s slept through the night in a long time based on the nightly logs to the gym that pop up on my phone for security. He’s usually there late into the evening and then back at it a few hours later.
The guys whisper in the corner, and I get to work. It’s quick, and not hard to do since I know the passcode and password.
The last video recorded is of a black screen but it’s two minutes long. My stomach drops. I reach into my backpack and get my headphones, connecting them to my laptop so I can hear exactly what it is.
““Oh god, that’s so fucking hot.” Kai moans softly.
“Move a little to the side,” I hear my own gruff voice, “No, angle upward. See, fucker,”
“Adam!” Melody cries beautifully.
“Like that, man.” Markus whispers.
“She’s so fucking close,” Adam whispers, “What do you need, Mel? Tell me what you need. Show them all how fucking angelic you look when you squirt for me.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Kai groans and I can hear his thrusts as he fucked her.
“What a good girl,” I hear myself growl.
“That’s it,” Adam says shakily.
“God, you’re incredible,” Markus groans. “I feel you dripping down my thighs. I love it.”
“Keep going, baby, keep going,” Kai says and I hear myself say, “What a sight, god,”
“You’re a goddess, woman. I swear. And I’ll spend the rest of my life at your feet,” Kai murmurs. “He was right about that. We’ll all kneel at your feet for the rest of our lives,” Markus says softly, before asking, “Are you ready for more?”
“God, yes,” Melody moans.
“Good, because you’re about to get so much more.” Adam says.”I cut it off.
I don’t need to know how much more she got. What I just heard is enough to ruin Mel’s business and drag our names through the mud. Honestly, with how fucking misogynistic society is, the world would say “I wish I was her”, while simultaneously bashing her for being where they want to be.
My fingers grip the edge of the table and my other fist clenches in front of my mouth as I hear the audio start over.
She fucking got everything. Proof that all of us are with Mel. That Kai fucked her ass. That I took her last. That Adam, Markus, and Kai took her together.
