Page 83 of Exactly What I Needed
“No.” I put my finger up and crashed up the stairs. Marching straight up to him, I stopped directly in front of his chest. Looking up, I glared at him. “You idiots could’ve gotten me fired, do you not understand that?”
The other three guys slowly began walking my way.
“You still might’ve gotten me fired! How do you expect to host a family night concert if you can’t filter your language and drop the ‘f bomb’ every other sentence?” I snarled. “I can’t even wear pants unless it’s Friday, do you really think my boss would let even one swear word slide?”
“Sorry, Cosi,” Three of them whispered. However, Asher stood silently in front of me.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” I hissed and threw my hands on my hips.
He bit down on his lip for a moment and then looked over my shoulder, sheepishly. “Sorry, Princess. However, in our defense, you yourself did just yell at us using the very word you—”
“I’m not teaching at the moment, now, am I?”
“True…”
“Asher, seriously.”
His eyes snapped toward me, innocent-looking. And for whatever reason, all frustration and anger slowly slipped away.
Laughter bubbled up in my stomach as I stared at these four men, who were normally larger than life, watching me like little children who had just been scolded.
Closing my eyes, I shook my head and snorted.
“The fuck?” Kieron whispered, and my eyes snapped open as Asher shrugged his shoulders in response.
“It was kind of funny, though,” I mumbled, and the shame immediately fled their bodies.
“Seriously? You yell at us, but thought it was funny?” Drake asked, his mouth open.
I grimaced. “I mean, you still could’ve gotten me fired.”
“It’s a good thing we like you,” Jaxon grumbled, and slowly they all filtered back to their spots on stage.
Asher began to smile, his eyes locked onto me. “You mind helping Drake?” he quietly asked and lifted a hand. Placing it gently against my cheek, he pulled me forward and quickly pecked my lips.
“Not at all,” I replied with a smile.
“Missed you, Princess,” he whispered, slowly brushing some hair from my face. He slid his thumb along the rim of my glasses and then stepped completely away. Honestly, I missed him too. I missed feeling this free and like I could be whoever I wanted to be. Asher gave me that freedom.
Walking toward Drake, I spent the next hour or two helping him with the notes. His whining and complaining didn’t cease, even after he finally was able to master the part he was continually flat on.
“Come on, Cosi. Just for this one song,” he begged again.
I shook my head. “No, you’ve got this. Just don’t get too heavy on the vowel before you hit the high note. We don’t need me up there ruining the show.”
“Cosi, believe it or not—”
“No. I appreciate whatever you were going to say, but no,” I cut him off and stepped back. Drake followed me as I walked to the front of the stage, where Asher and Jaxon were laughing about something, sitting on the edge.
Setting my hand against Asher’s waist, he lifted a brow and smiled. “What’s up, Princess?”
“Try the song. Drake should be good now,” I replied, and he nodded.
“Ooorrrrrrr….” He grinned wickedly and stood up. I furrowed my brows and watched as he quickly jogged toward the row of instruments they had sitting against the back. Picking up a guitar, he snagged the microphone and walked back to me.
“Your turn,” he stated and shoved the microphone against my chest.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes. Pushing his hand away, I chuckled. “Right. You know exactly the type of music—”
