Page 6 of Loyalty (The Salvation Society)

“Thanks,” I say, slapping his back.

I walk inside and see Lane leaning against the receptionist desk with a grin on his face. I laugh as I get closer and he looks up.

“Figures the Donovan's are the first ones here,” he says, handing me my coffee.

I grab the coffee and take a sip, raising an eyebrow. “I thought for sure Remi would beat us all here. I figured Olivia would have made sure of it.”

He rolls his eyes as we walk over to look out the window at the city below. As many times as I’ve seen this view, it still makes me smile.

“She’s getting worse,” Lane whispers, looking out the window.

I turn my attention to him as my brows dip. “Who?”

His eyes glance my way before focusing back outside. “Olivia. She’s tightening that leash she has him on.”

“Yeah, well we’ll be going on tour soon. We’ll have plenty of time to talk to him and maybe change his mind,” I chuckle, as I slap his back. “The groupies will not be in short supply.”

We both laugh just as Remi and Everett walk up behind us. “What’s so funny?” Everett asks.

We turn around and I shake my head. “Watching a guy out there being led around by a leash.”

They both laugh and I smile at Lane.

“Gentleman, they are ready for you. Please follow me.”

We follow behind the sexy receptionist and while they quietly talk, I focus on how her hips sway and her round ass. She stops outside Jennifer’s office and opens the door for us. I give her a wink as we walk through, and I see her cheeks redden. Damn I can’t wait for this tour to start.

“Good morning,” Jennifer says, waving her hand toward the chairs she has set out for us. She leans against her desk, looking at us and crosses her arms. “Let me start by saying that Jerry, Robert, and I are really looking forward to this tour. Loyalty has gained more success than we could have ever imagined happening so quickly.”

“Thank you,” I say, looking at the guys with a smile. I’m fucking proud that we surprised even them. It’s a huge accomplishment.

She nods and reaches over, picking up a pile of papers. “That being said, with the popularity you have gained, you’ve also gained the eye of every tabloid.” She starts tossing down the papers and I notice one after another are pictures of us from the bar last night. Pictures of us with different women, dancing, and drinking. There’s also a huge article on me. How I fucked two women in the bathroom and blew them off after. I shake my head looking at it and scrub my face.

“This is bullshit. We were out having fun. What, now we can’t even go out?” Everett says, pushing the papers onto the floor.

“Told you,” Remi hisses toward us.

I laugh as I look at Jennifer. “Okay, so we got a little drunk and had a little fun. I don’t think it’s anything that will deter fans from wanting to listen to our music.”

She stands us straight and walks over to sit down at her desk. She lights a cigarette and shakes her head. “I’ve explained to you all, many times in fact, that you represent the label now. I told you that you can do whatever the fuck you want behind closed doors, but in public, we expect you to behave. You can have fun, but you can’t be banging women in bathrooms, feeling them up on the dance floor, and pouring body shots.”

We all look at each other, and I suddenly have a sinking feeling that she’s about to deliver some bad news. My instinct is to stop it before that happens, so I jump up and cross my arms.

“It’s all in good fun. The fans love the interaction we give them.”

She laughs as she blows smoke up toward the ceiling. “That interaction is what is causing all the trouble, Kegan. You, especially. You are careless and tactless. You don’t care who is watching or who you hurt along the way. You are the main reason for this meeting.”

I can feel three sets of eyes burning into my back and I grab the back of my neck. “We’re here to have a meeting about the chicks I fuck? I’ve never forced anyone to do anything. Everything that has happened is one hundred percent consensual,” I say.

She smashes out her cigarette and stands up, leaning her hands on her desk. “I understand all of that and I understand that since we’ve had this discussion before, things are unlikely to change.”

“We’ll make sure they do,” Remi interrupts. “We’ll keep eyes on him at all times. We’ll stop the behavior before it happens.”

I snap my head to look at him, but he keeps his eyes on Jennifer. Lane and Everett both have wide eyes looking between him and I.

“It’s too late for any of that. Robert, Jerry, and I have made a decision,” she says, crossing to the front of her desk again. “You will now have a public relations publicist that will be in charge of you all. She will not only be in charge of keeping you in line, but keeping your shit out of the tabloids.”

“She?” I ask.

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