Page 3 of Contentment
* Nowhere To Go - Bad Omens
* Out Of Style - KID BRUNSWICK, BEAUTY SCHOOL DROPOUT
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BRIGGS
I’m climbing the steps to the tour bus with Scottie’s coffee and mine clutched to my chest; I open the door and sing-song my entrance, “Bow Tie, I’ve got you a coffee!” I’m up to the last step when I hear the smallest bark coming from the couch under the burnt orange blanket Scottie keeps there.
?*What the hell?
“Did he just call you Bow Tie?” I hear a man’s voice, but it’s no man I know with that southern accent.
Finally getting on the bus, shutting the door, and setting our coffees down on the kitchen counter, I look over at Scottie. And to my surprise, there’s a man on his knees in front of her, putting her makeup on. Her hair is in two, what I’m assuming are French braids down her back, but there are sparkles and little pieces of orange tinsel woven in and out of the braids.
I finally get my shit together and question him, “I guess you’re our new Michelle?”
He turns his head finally and slowly stands to his full height. Fuck, he’s huge. And his style is impeccable. He has a black, sleeveless shirt on, but not cut, but as it was made this way.Baggy is the only thing I know to call them, “70’s jeans,” like the super baggy ones you always see in the pictures from back in the day, paired with some platform Dr. Martens but not the boots, just their regular shoe.
“Yes, that’s me. I’m Felyx. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” We shake hands, and I can’t deny the pure sex this guy gives off.
He has shaggy, black hair that looks like it’s been styled, but is still messy. Silver hoop earrings line both of his ears, and the bottom hole of one has an upside-down cross dangling. He has both sides of his nose pierced, one with a diamond stud and the other with a silver hoop. To top it off, the hoop through the center of his bottom lip—wraps around it perfectly. The dark facial hair that covers his top lip is the icing on the cake, and I’m not usually a mustache kind of guy. I’m on the verge of hitting my knees and barking.
He’s fucking hot!
“Thank you for filling in for Michelle on such short notice! Scottie’s hair looks great! Not that when Michelle did it, it didn’t, but this is just…different.” I dart my eyes around the bus. “A good different!” I’m fucking rambling—nervous rambling.
He makes me nervous.
My eyes find Scottie still sitting at the booth, and she’s grinning like she’s officially lost it. And I know exactly what she’s thinking…but wecan’tdo this.
He’s our stylist for the time being, and very well could be for the remainder of this tour. He’s clearly good at what he does, and I don’t want to jeopardize this. It’s already bad enough that Scottie and I are messing around.
I hate calling it that, but we said no labels, and we try our best to hide it from the rest of the band and crew as much as possible, but I have a feeling everyone knows…
He play-shoves my shoulder and chuckles. “I knew what you meant.” And then he winks at me, turns back around, hits hisknees, and gets back to applying Scottie’s makeup like he didn’t just short-circuit my brain.
One more look at Scottie and I swear her smile is reaching ear to ear. I narrow my eyes at her and announce to both of them, “I’m going to shower real quick.” Practically stomping to the bedroom away from Mr. Sex God himself, most likely to rub one out in there so I don’t make a fool of myself on stage tonight.
A part of me wants to call Michelle up and question why she would pick Felyx to take her spot, but I refuse to bother her while she’s on bedrest. The last thing I want is for her to think he’s bad at his job or that we don’t like him. He seems great; he’s just dripping in confidence, and a confident man is everything I love in one.
I’m heading into the bathroom for a quick shower, that would’ve been a lot quicker, if I didn’t have my cock in my hand rubbing one out in frustration. I’m sure Scottie would help me out with a pre-show fuck, but I didn’t want to mess up her hair and makeup before the show….that’ll come later.
I slide on some athletic shorts to meet Felyx at the table, let him fix my hair, and stop in my tracks for the second time today.
?* Scottie is on the couch in front of the TV with Felyx sitting right beside her, snuggled into his side, and what I’m guessing is his dog on her lap.
And at the bedroom door opening, the dog is up and over the couch, running towards me. Not just me, but my ankles. I’m screaming and climbing up onto the kitchen counters. “Fuck, get this thing away from me, please!”
Felyx is up and around the couch before I can blink, picking the dog up and disciplining it. “Mildred, you know better than to jump off that high of a surface! You’re getting too old to act like this, and you’re not a puppy anymore. And this back of yours is not built for this!” He finishes off with his pointer finger, patting her nose twice.
“Her back?! What about my ankles she was coming after?!”
He rears back like I’ve just called his grandma a dirty whore. “Oh, baby, she doesn’t actually bite. She just makes you think she’s going to. She doesn’t like men…” He’s petting her now with a prideful smile, and I’m going to act like him calling me baby doesn’t have my whole body tingling. “I’m surprised she didn’t come after you earlier, in all honesty.”
My eyes are going to bug out of my head. “How do I get her to like me? She’s very cute butveryscary at the same time.”
He asks, “Do y’all have any whipped cream?” And I can feel my face turning red as Scottie snorts a laugh from across the room. “What’s so funny, Scottie?”
