Gee, that really clears things up. “Be here for what?”
Another shrug. “I have no idea.”
After whipping his head back and forth with so much vigor I’m positive he now has whiplash, Phoenix saunters over to Storm, who’s in the middle of an awesome drum solo. “You assholes better give it up for this motherfucker right here!”
At Phoenix’s request, the crowd goes from wild…to sheer pandemonium. A girl sitting on her boyfriend’s shoulders lifts her shirt, flashing the band…and everyone else. A few women throw their bras on stage.
Unfortunately, one ends up hitting Skylar.
Nose wrinkling, Skylar inspects the bright-red bra. “This one is cute, but it’s too big for me.” She cups a hand over her mouth. “What’s your bra size?”
Even two of my boobs couldn’t fill one of those cups. The owner of said bra is lucky.
“Won’t fit me either.”
Skylar tosses the bra onstage. Seconds later, a bright-yellow G-string sails over our heads.
It gets caught on the end of Memphis’s guitar. Impressive.
He gives the crowd a sexy lopsided grin, which only makes the females in the audience go even more nuts.
“I want to have your babies, Memphis,” some woman in the row directly in back of us screams.
“He has enough baby mamas already,” Skylar snaps.
Oh, boy.
“Take me home tonight, Phoenix,” a woman to the right of me shouts. “I want to suck your big fat dick.”
I roll my eyes when Phoenix flashes her a panty-melting smile.
The song finally comes to an end and Phoenix grabs a bottle of water off the drum riser.
“Don’t worry. It’s water, guys.” He winks at the crowd before chugging it down. “But now that I got your attention, I’d like to introduce you to someone.”
I eye Skylar, who looks as confused as I feel.
“An old friend of mine is in town tonight.”
My stomach knots as Phoenix motions to someone offstage.
I swear to God, he better not…
“Sabrina, come on out here.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
There are a few catcalls and whistles from guys as Sabrina struts out in a skintight leather dress that clings to her perfect body.
I grind my teeth as Phoenix places an arm around her.
“We go way back, don’t we?”
Sabrina giggles. “We do.”
Phoenix turns his attention to the crowd. “In high school, there’s always that one girl. You know who I’m talking about—the pretty, popular, bitchy chick. She gets crowned homecoming queen. She always looks perfect.” He waggles his eyebrows. “She goes to prom with the quarterback but fucks the bad boy in the parking lot.”
The crowd cheers.
I look at Skylar. “I’m out.”
He’s already hurt me enough. I’d be a masochist to stay here and let him get another sucker punch in.
I bend down so I can grab my purse off the floor.
“She bullies the girl she’s secretly jealous of because she knows deep down that girl is smarter, sexier, and more authentic than she’ll ever be.”
I freeze.
“However, there’s a little thing called karma.” He shoots Sabrina an icy glare. “And she’s an even bigger bitch than you.”
Taking a step back, he gives a rope suspended above his head a sharp tug.
Less than a second later, chunky liquid pours all over Sabrina.
It smells so bad I have to plug my nose.
“Shit,” Skylar mutters as Sabrina lets out a shriek.
“Sooey,” Storm yells into his mic before he does a “ba-dum-tss” rimshot on the drums.
“What sound do pigs make?” Phoenix roars as he holds the mic out to the crowd.
On cue, everyone in the arena starts oinking.
As a blubbering, pig-slop-covered Sabrina flees the stage, Phoenix’s eyes find mine.
Giving me a smug smirk, he drops the mic.
CHAPTER 42
PHOENIX
An irate Skylar paces the floor in her red stilettos. Ever since the pig-slop incident three days ago, she’s been on edge, and tonight she declared an emergency family meeting in Chandler’s suite so we can talk about etiquette.
“Where’s the black sheep?” Memphis mutters as he plops down on the couch beside me.
Storm’s lips twitch, and Skylar stops pacing. “Since George is the only one who can stay out of trouble, I gave him permission to take Lennon out to dinner.” She makes a face like she smells something rancid. “And the World War II exhibit downtown.”