Page 102 of Wicked Truths

Jamen tosses his palms up. “I made no promises. They can’t stand me either, so I imagine they’re desperate. I warned Lyric, and I’m doing the same for you.”

“Okay, well…” I have no clue what to say to that. “Thanks for the warning I guess.”

“I know you’re beat.” Jamen digs in his pocket and grabs out a thick envelope. He takes a step forward, tossing it at Hawk.

“What’s this?” Hawk asks.

“It’s got all the details for one of the furnished apartments. It has a secured parking garage and full-time security. All of your belongings from the bus are there.” Jamen grins, shoving his hands in his front pockets. “We’ll give you a couple days to settle in and then it’s time to renegotiate your contract.”

“Thank you,” Oakley calls out as Jamen nods and spins around, heading off.

“Damn,” Liam says, shaking his head.

“I can’t decide if he meant he wants to sign us to a legit contract,” Sullivan says, laughing.

“Based on what he told me before the show, that’s exactly what it sounds like.” I sigh.

Oakley stretches up on her toes to kiss my chin. “Are you okay? God, I swear, Angel never stops.”

“I’m good, princess.” I squeeze her ass. “But definitely ready to take a shower and decompress.”

Hawk unfolds the envelope and whistles low. “Hell, even the keyfobs are fancy.”

“At least we’ll have somewhere to regroup that’s insulation from the press,” Liam says, shrugging.

“I’ll update the team.” Hawk nods, spinning around to do exactly that.

ChapterThirty-Three

Oakley

The apartment Jamen sets us up in is every bit as fancy as the penthouse in Florida. All of our stuff is indeed in the unit when we finally make it in. We spend the next two days not leaving the building. We do a fair amount of pampering Liam. The bond is helpful. It’s not like I can read their thoughts, but I do get insight into each one of their emotions. The guys have been doing everything they can to be supportive.

Angel is a continuous problem. She’s still doing everything she can to make herself relevant.

The five of us are supposed to be at Ruined Records in two hours for a meeting. We’ve bounced around ideas and what ifs, but it’s going to come down to what is on paper when we see the contract. My lawyers, which now represent Wicked Truths as a whole, have been looking over the terms.

Hawk and I are cuddled on the couch when Liam and Marcus get back from the gym in the building. No one is more surprised than me. Marcus never hits the gym, but I think he wanted to keep Liam company. I wouldn’t call myself a homebody, but compared to the guys, I think I’ve handled being stuck inside better than they have.

“Aww, check out that cuddle pile.” Liam wiggles his eyebrows, coming to kneel in front of me. “How do I get in on the omega snuggle time?”

I snort, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss. “The first step is showering because you smell like straight up sweaty man funk.”

“We’ve got to be at Ruined Records soon anyway.” Marcus winks. “The orgy will have to wait for after. It can be our contract signing celebration.”

“Or Oakley could shower with us and we could get slightly dirtier before cleaning off.” Liam chuckles, grabbing my arm to pull me up.

I laugh, patting Hawk’s chest as Liam yanks me off the couch. “I suppose I could use a shower.”

It’s also really nice to see him doing better.

Marcus slides up to my side, shaking out the front of his sweaty T-shirt. My nostrils flare, and I have to fight the urge to bury my face in his chest to soak up his delicious, manly scent.

“Such an adorably cliché little omega.” Marcus laughs. “Come on, I’m anxious to see what happens in our meeting with the label.”

“Me too,” Liam agrees.

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