Broken Strings novel Chapter 2

I took a deep breath. He turned to me, still has a smile on his lips and I looked straight at the roadside. "Wright, after you play, can you take me home as soon as possible? I still have a project to do."

His forehead wrinkled when he turned to me. "We haven't arrived yet; you want to go home. Don't you want to be with me? Don't you want me?"

"If I say 'Yes, I don't like you, would you stop?"

He no longer spoke and caressed his jaw. I just looked out of the car and didn't say a word. After half an hour, we arrived at Floredizo Bar. Wright helped me get off the car.

Five bouncers were standing in front of the back door. I was still hesitant, so I stopped walking. Wright seemed to feel my hesitation. He touched my waist, I looked up at him.

"I'm here." He said softly. I nodded and walked with him. Those big guys let us in right away, the backstage was still noisy and disastrous.

A woman interrupted us and wrapped her arm around Wright. "Long time no see, Wright."

She is a tall, well-shaped body. But I know what a fake chest looks like. And hers is screaming fake. And I don't know why I felt annoyed when it pressed against Wright's arm.

Wright just smiled at her and then removed his arm from the woman's hold. The woman was not amazed at what Wright had done. He pulled me back and continued walking. Many women greet him but he ignores all of them.

"Hey, Wright."

Who is she?

"You wanna get laid tonight? I'm free." The woman said seductively. He ignored her and pushed her away, I saw Wright's eyebrows meet.

He gripped both of the woman's arms tightly and pushed hard. She would have fallen if only a man hadn't touched its back. "I. Don't. Need. You. Bitch. Back off."

He took my hand. I saw his chest rises and falls because of the speed of his breathing. Oh my God, he is so pissed. Wright looked at me as I squeezed his hand. I bit my lower lip. He let out a deep breath and then squeezed my hand back. I smiled as he calmed down.

We went to the second floor. Wright pulled me into a room full of glass. When you look at the bottom of it you can see the people dancing on the dance floor.

"We've been waiting for you for a while, Wright." Another woman approached us. I know her. Shee is the vocalist of Wright's band. Raquel Aquino. Many men worship her. How they will not? She is so beautiful and by the time she sings, you will be hypnotized by her angelic voice. She looked down at me. "Why did you bring her here?"

Wright's eyebrows met again. "What's wrong if I bring here the one I'm dating, Racky?"

"S-Are you serious? I thought-"

"Shut up!" I winced when Wright shouted. Only now have I heard him shout like that.

"Easy, dude." I looked behind Racky. It was also one of Wright's bands. Leon Salvador. Wright's most mysterious friend. He rarely smiles, and when he stares at you it's as if you're too small for him. "You don't need to shout at her."

"Hey!" Said another man. He went to Wright and put one arm on his shoulder. Only one person I know has red hair. It's Fier Joaquin. Who wouldn't know him, with his reputation as the boyfriend in an hour? Different women are with him from time to time. "You took Melissa with you. I'm Fier."

"Nice to meet you." I winced at the greeting.

He laughed and went in front of me. "Nice? Hey, Sweetheart, I'm an asshole."

"Then, let me rephrase my greetings. It's so nice to meet an asshole like you, Fier." I don't know, it just slipped off my tongue.

"I like you." After Fier said that I quickly went behind Wright.

"She's not your toy, Fier." Wright said in a warning tone.

He smirked. "I know. She's yours."