The hot water ran down his back as he leaned under the spray of the shower, thinking about a particular ballerina that he was supposed to see tonight. There was a part of him that hoped that she didn’t come to the club and another part that was wanting her to come more than he should have. Why is it the one woman that had him stop in his tracks, had to be the little sister of his best friend. A best friend that was fucking psycho when it comes to his baby sister. “You’re a fucking idiot!” He grumbled, turning off the water and grabbing a towel.
He walked into the bedroom as the girl he just fucked was getting ready to leave. “I was waiting for you, but you were taking forever in the shower.” She said, batting her eyes.
“Yeah.” Was all he said. The last thing he needed was for this girl to get the wrong impression that he was into her when he wasn’t. She just provided an outlet for him to get off before he had to go pretend to be a friend to Jojo when he fucking wanted a whole of a hell of a lot more! “Listen, I’ve got to get going.” He stated, starting to get dressed.
“Will I see you tonight after the show?” The girl said, wrapping her arms around his middle.
Her arms fell away. “But I thought… after this afternoon?” She sputtered.
“Well, you thought wrong.” He said, and then there was a knock on the door. “Who the fuck would be coming over now.” He grumbled. When he went to see who was here, the door swung open, and Maria walked in with a dress that looked like it was painted on her. “Holy fucking hell. What are you doing here?”
“My big manly pooh bear, I wanted to go with you to the club and watch you rehearse. I love seeing you play the guitar… you look so damn sexy.” She murmured, pressing her body up to his. “Then, I thought after the show we could come back to your place, and you could tie me up and spank my ass like you used to.” She purred.
“Can’t, I have plans tonight.” He said, taking her by the arm and started to take her to the door, then his afternoon screw walked in.
“Who the hell is she?!” The girl hissed, flipping her blond hair.
Maria’s dark brown eyes went wide and then narrowed. “I’m his fucking girlfriend, you Puta de mierda! Who and the fuck are you?”
“I’m the one he just fucked in his bed!” The girl smirked.
Owen was about to set both these women to rights that he didn’t want either of them when Maria went off on a tangent. “Voy a romperte la cara la zorra!” Then she ran over and grabbed the girl by the hair and started punching her in the face. “Maldita perra!!” The two started fighting, and there was a part of him that wanted to get a beer, pull up a chair, and put twenty bucks on his afternoon screw to kick Maria’s ass so she would just leave him the fuck alone. But instead, Maria looked like she was back on psycho ex-girlfriend mode and was wailing on the poor girl.
“Fuck.” He groaned, going over and pulling Maria off the girl and holding onto her as she flailed in his grasp. Then he pushed her up against the wall and stared down into her eyes. “Knock it the fuck off, now!” He growled, and she did. He turned back around and helped the girl off the floor. “I think you should go.” He handed the girl her purse and walked her to the door.
“But will I see you later?” The girl asked, making Maria hiss.
“I’m not into relationships.” Was all he said before he closed the door on her. When she was gone, he turned back around to face Maria, who was sobbing now. “Why in the fuck do you keep doing this kind of shit?!”
“Because I know you still love me, pooh bear.” She pouted.
His hands went over his face and into his hair wanting to rip out large chunks of it. “I’ve got news for you, crazy lady… I never fuckin’ loved you, you were only a fun and easy fuck in bed!” He roared. “Now, get that shit through your fucking head and leave me the fuck alone!”
Maria didn’t say anything, but she went from hurt and crying ex-girlfriend to a pissed off psycho woman in about thirty seconds. “Fine, then fuck you, if that’s what you want, then I’m fucking out of here!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Well, it’s about fucking time you finally got it.” He growled, leaning against the couch and crossing his arms.
She straightened up her dress, so it covered her ass, picked up her purse from the floor, and then stood in front of him. “I know you’re going to want me back. You’re going to get in one of those moods where you want to be rough, really rough, and some little slut will let you go as far as I let you. And you and I both know that I know exactly how you like it, baby. But when you call me up and want me to come over and satisfy your cravings, I’m going to laugh in your face. Then do you know what I’m going to go do? I’m going to let some guy do all those things I did with you, to me, and fucking love it.” She seethed.
“Yeah, well, when you do, give me this guy’s number so I can thank him for taking your ass off my hands. Then I’ll warn the poor bastard on what a fucking crazy psycho bitch you are and not worth the fuck for the crazy you bring.” He answered, only to have her smack him across the face. He didn’t flinch but tightened his lips when she did it again, but on the third time, he stopped her by taking her wrist in his grasp before she made contact. “We’re fucking done here, Maria. Don’t come over here again,”
She pulled her wrist free, massaging it staring him down before she turned and walked to the door and looked over her shoulder. “I will get you back, you bastard. You just wait and see; I will get you back for this!”
“So, you keep telling me. But if you ask Edwardo to beat my ass again, tell him I have no problem fighting him or all his pussy friends. And this time, tell him to be man enough to either face me face to face or have his boys not jump me from behind. I have no problem fighting a group of wannabe hard asses, if for nothing more than to put their pussy ass’s in their fucking place.” He smirked.
“You’re an asshole!” She hissed.
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” He answered, then she slammed the door behind her, and he walked back into his room to get dressed.
All the guys were getting ready for the show when Jagger walked in with a smile on. “Alright, assholes, the crowd is ready for 69 degrees!” Then came over to Owen. “Hey, Jojo’s here with Vivi and a ton of fuckers are staring her down. You know what to do after, right?”
Owen could imagine all the guys that were staring at her. “I know, Jagger. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they leave her alone.”
“Good man.” Jagger chuckled, smacking him on the back. “Come on, guys, we’re on!”
They all piled out of the room and went to the stage. Owen put his guitar on and plugged himself in, then looked out into the crowd, and instantly saw Jojo. Damn, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was an angel. Her long blond hair was in curls, she was in a tank top and some kind of puffy skirt with those long legs in stocking and heels. It wasn’t until she waved at him did he realize that he’d been caught staring. He winked at her, to play it cool, and then got into place when Jagger started to do his spiel and then started to rock.
An hour and a half later, the show was over, and Owen was at the bar getting a beer when Axle came over with a big fucking grin on his face. “Hey, Jag wanted you to know some douche was talking to Jojo and wanted you to hurry your ass up.”
“Where is the asshole?”
“In the back, getting a blowjob.” Axle chuckled, smacking Owen on his back before walking off to a group of women shouting his name.
“Fuckers.” He growled, holding up two fingers to Derick. With the beers in hand, he walked over to the table where Vivian was sitting with some of her friends… along with Jojo. He heard loads of giggles when he walked over to the table and stopped. Five women stopped talking, then all eyes stared at him. “Hey, ladies.”
Vivi rested her chin in her palm and smiled that devious smile that matches Axle’s when their ready to start some shit. “Hey, yourself, Owen… is there something we can do for you?”
“Not really. I was coming over to say hi to Jojo,” He said, looking at the woman in question.
“Well, then pull up a seat and say hi then.” Vivi smiled, and it was a girl starting some shit smile. He was going to have to pull it in and not give away what he really thought, or Jagger would have his ass… and Axle would most definitely be helping!
“Jojo, you want to dance?” He finally asked.
She looked around at the other women, then bit her lip before nodding. “Sure.”
Owen smiled and put the beers in front of Vivian. “Watch our beers.”
“Ass…” Vivi giggled.
Jojo grinned, getting up from her spot, and then Vivi smacked her ass as she passed by. He took her to the dance floor where a slow song was playing and then pulled her close and put his hands around her waist. Even under that fluffy ass skirt, he could feel how thin she was. But she wasn’t only thin, she was nothing but lean muscle. If he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, and was sure he would able to feel her ribs… so that’s what he did. “You’re an excellent dancer.” She smiled.
“There’s not much to slow dancing.” He winked.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I’ve had some very good dancers not know how to slow dance.” She offered.
He stopped and saw her fighting not to laugh. “So, you’re a smart ass just like your brother, are you?” He grinned.
“Not really. I was just trying to break the tension.” She offered. “But you are a good dancer, and It’s been a long time since I’ve just slowed danced with someone. I didn’t realize until now how much I missed it. But then again, all I do is dance.”
“Do you dance every day?”
“Well, yes. But there is so much more to it than dancing.”
“Working out, practicing, practicing, and practicing some more.” She laughed.
“Do you do a lot of shows?”
“Yes, I dance in a show at least three times a week, if not more in some performances.”
“It sounds like you don’t have much free time.”
“I didn’t, but I loved my life, so it didn’t bother me.” She answered.
“And now?” He asked, then wanted to kick his own ass for letting more show then he wanted.
She didn’t say anything, then smiled a smile at him that made him rock hard. “I’m going to have a lot more time on my hands now.”
The music stopped, and he took her by the waist and towards the table. “You want to go sit down and talk?” He asked into her ear over the ruckus.
He got a table and then went over to Vivi and get the beers when Vivi grabbed his arm. “What are you up to, Owen?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Viv?”
Her eyes narrowed, and her little claws dug into his arm. “Jagger would kick your ass if you were making a pass at Jojo, or get a bat to do so. So, what are you doing?”
He was quiet. Jagger asked his ass to keep his sister out of the hands of the assholes around her. But what Jagger didn’t realize was, he was one of the assholes that wanted to do a hell of alot more than that to Jojo. “I think she’s gorgeous and wanted to get to know her. I’m not going to take her off to my place Viv, so chill the fuck out.”
Vivian let go of his arm, but her lips were still pinched together. “Fine. But you better treat her right Owen English, or I swear to everything holy… I will make you suffer if you don’t.” She said in a sweet tone batting her eyes.
He shook his head, not answering her and took the beers off the table, making his way over to Jojo, who was staring off into the crowd when he walked up. “I hope you like beer?”
“Beers fine.” She smiled, taking one.
He took a sip looking into hazel green eyes and fought the urge to reach across the table and kiss this woman. “So, tell me about yourself.” Was what he did instead.
“I thought I already did.” She laughed.
“Not enough.” He winked.
“Well, what do you want to know?” She asked.
“You live in Russia?”
Her smile fell, and her eyes darted down to the beer. “I lived in Saint Petersburg since I was eleven. The school there was for people who wanted to do ballet for a career. But now I’ve decided to come back home to live.”
“You giving up dancing?” He asked.
“No, well, not really. But I’m not dancing in that company anymore.” She frowned, then grinned up at him. “There is a dance company in New York, but I think I might go into something more contemporary and not so traditional.” She added, “Enough about me, what about you? I mean, you own a record shop and play guitar in a band. There’s got to be a good story behind that.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Not really. I fought a lot and won. And with my winnings, I invested it in the Vinyl Edge.”
“Wait, you’re a fighter? Like, a boxer?”
He took a sip of his beer and wondered if he should just tell her the truth, but wasn’t sure what she would think. There was this fucked up part of himself that wanted her to think of him as some more then a trouble maker… but that was what he was. “I’m not a boxer. I fight in what I call backyard brawls.”
“Back yard?” She asked, and he nodded. “You mean, you go to someone’s house and fight in the back yard?” She asked as her brows pinched together. “People do that?”
“Well, it’s really not in back yards. We find places that are abandoned, and yeah, it can be in a backyard every once and a while, but when we find the spot, we have underground fights.” He explained, watching her eyes grow bigger at what he was telling her. “It’s a great way to make money.”
“And I would guess a good way of getting hurt.” She answered.
“I’ve had my share of bumps and bruises. But nothing I couldn’t live with.” He grined.
She picked up the beer from the table and takes a sip, but her eyes never leave his, before she puts the beer back down and leans in. “Could you show me how to fight?”
Owen practically choked on his beer. “What?”
“Well, I just thought it might be fun to learn something new.”
“You want me to teach you how to fight?”
Jojo sat back and shook her head. “I guess that was stupid of me to ask.”
He saw her close up on him, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. But there was no way in hell he was going to bring someone so beautiful into such an ugly world. “No, it wasn’t stupid.” He said, taking his foot and pulling her stool closer to him. “But I’ll tell you what, I’ll teach you a couple things if you teach me about ballet.”
Her eyes shot up at him, and she was trying to hide a smile. “You want me to teach you how to dance?”
He started laughing, thinking of himself in pink ballet slippers. “No, I’m not the leotards kind of guy. But I would like to take you to a show and have you tell me about it.”
Jojo’s cheeks were so red it almost matched her lipstick. Damn it, this woman had him thinking thoughts he never thought he could have. “I would like that very much.” She whispered.
Owen stared at her, his dick letting him know what he wanted from her, but his head telling him that she wasn’t just some slut for a nightly screw either. He wanted this, he wanted her, but then there was Jagger, and what Jagger asked him to do. He wanted to get to know Jojo and not in a quick fuck kind of way. His hand went behind her neck, pulling her closer, wanting to taste her lips before he confessed about what Jagger asked him to do. “Jojo, there’s something that I need to tell you.”
“Okay, what is it?” She asked as her eyes stared at his lips, then licked her own.
He groaned as his head raced with all the things, he wanted those sweet little lips to do. “You see, when I first saw you I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen…but” He started to explain when an angry female voice interrupted them.
“What the hell is this?” Owen looked up to see the girl he had his afternoon screw with standing at the table. “I thought after today, you’d want to go for maybe round two.” The girl said, coming around the table and putting her hand on his thigh. “And it seems like you’re more than ready to go.”
He took the girl’s hand off his leg, but Jojo moved away from him, looking back and forth between him and the girl he’d fucked a couple hours ago. “You need to leave now!” He growled under his breath.
“Why?” The girl argued, putting her arms around his neck.
As he was peeling the girl off from himself, Jojo got up from the stool. “I, ah, think I should go now.”
Owen got up and went over, taking Jojo by the waist to stop her. “Don’t go… she was just leaving.”
“Maybe, but I think I should go anyways.” She answered, pulling free from him. “Thank you for the beer.” Then he watched her walk back over to the table were Vivi sat and whispered in her cousins’ ear. Vivian’s head shot up and then glared over at him, only to nod and then walk out of The Stone with Jojo by her side.
“Sonofabitch!” He growled, running his hands through his hair. When he turned back around, the girl was still standing there, and he could feel his temper picking up. “There is no round two, ever. So get the hint. Once means once!”
He walked off and went to the bar when Derick walked over with another beer. “What happened? I just saw Jojo and Vivi leave.”
“I fucked up… what else.” He grumbled.
“Sounds like you think of Jagger’s little sister as more than a chore you've been stuck with.”
Owen sat down and sighed. “Yeah, much more than a chore. And to top it off, the screw from this afternoon came over…. And I don’t even know the girl’s fucking name. But holy shit, you should have seen the look on Jojo’s face when she realized that I had slept with her!”
Derick frowned. “Is Jojo what you want?”
Owen’s hands went over his face. “I’ve never wanted a woman before. But with her, damn it, she’s what I want.” He admitted.
“Then go get her damn it!”
“But Jagger’s my best friend…”
“Fuck him! Don’t put what’s good for you aside because of his crazy over protectiveness towards his sister. If he’s your best friend and you treat his sister good… everything will be all right in the end.” Derick said and then shook his head. “And if you really want Jojo, then cousin, suck it up and get to know her. She doesn’t seem like the type of woman who’s going to jump into bed with you. So take the blue balls you’re going to have for a while and go win her trust.”
Owen nodded and then put his money on the bar. “Thanks for the advice. I needed it.”
“So, what are you going to do?” Derick asked.
“Going home and getting my shit together to get this woman.” He answered heading towards the exit knowing that tomorrow was going to be the first day that he was going to work on making Jojo his girl.