Owned: An Alpha Anthology (6 page)

ALL YOUR REASONS BY NINA LEVINSE

7 - Jett

I scan through the photos on the computer in front of me. West can hardly hold his excitement in. "Fuck man, she’s fucking talented. These photos are the best we’ve ever had taken."

He’s right. The photos Presley took at our concert last week have a quality to them I’ve not seen before. She’s captured atmosphere and emotion, and mixed her own brand of edginess in to create photos any band would kill to have.

"We have to book her for our next tour," Hunter interjects.

Thank fuck our next tour isn’t for at least six months, maybe more. I’ve spent the last week and a half chasing the fuck out of Presley, only to have her foil all my attempts. Either she’s busy or she’s tired or some other fucking excuse. If I’m gonna convince her to come on the road with us, I might need a full six months to do that.

Van’s chair scrapes against the floor as he pushes it back and stands. Putting his aviators on, he says, "Right, that’s settled. Book her." Without a backwards glance, he strides out of the room.

"What the fuck is his problem?" West demands, watching Van with a filthy glare. There’s no love lost between those two. I spend half my time sorting out their issues, and I’m way fucking over doing that.

"He’s pissed about the fundraising dinner I signed us up for," I admit.

"Christ, we’ve known about that for over a week now. He needs to get the fuck over it," West mutters.

"Yeah, well you two need to get over whatever shit you’ve got going on. I’m sick to fucking death of dealing with your crap." I blow out a long, frustrated breath.

West scowls at me, but I ignore it. I couldn’t give a shit if he’s pissed at me. Least of my fucking problems.

Hunter can’t handle confrontation and tries to calm us down. "You think you can book her, Jett?"

I stand up, ready to leave. "Yeah, I’ll book her." Even though she’s putting energy into avoiding me, I’ll amp up my efforts and get her to cave. "I’ll catch you guys later," I say and head out. Although we’re on a break, we’re working on our next album when we can catch time together and we’ve got plans to record later this afternoon.

As I make my way to my car, I pull out my phone and call Presley. She answers me almost straight away. "You just don’t give up, do you?" I like the playfulness in her tone. It hits me right in the dick, and I decide then and there that I won’t be taking no for an answer today.

"No. I’m taking you out for lunch today," I say as I get in my Jeep.

"Umm, since when?"

"Since now."

She goes quiet and then sighs. "Jett, you need to move on and find someone else. We have nothing in common."

"Bullshit."

"Okay, tell me what you love to do when you’re not making music."

"Anything outdoor. Jet skiing, surfing, skydiving, camping."

"I hate the outdoors."

"What do you love to do?"

"Well, obviously photography, writing, art, going to the movies."

"I like going to the movies. What kinds of movies do you like?" I’m enjoying this conversation, and I settle back into my seat.

"Romantic comedies, thrillers, and dramas. You?"

"Action but I can do thrillers, too."

"See, nothing in common."

I try to find something else. "What kinds of holidays do you like to take?"

"The kind where I can sit by the pool or beach and drink cocktails. Maybe read a book. Let me guess, you love full-on holidays where you never stop."

"I do, but fuck, it doesn’t mean we can’t go on a date and see where it leads."

"Why bother starting something we know isn’t going to go anywhere?"

"Bloody hell, Presley, are you always this pessimistic?"

"No, just practical. We’re both busy people and neither of us have the time to put into this."

I make a decision and turn the keys in the ignition. "You’d be surprised what I have the time for, sweetheart."

"I’ve gotta go, Jett."

"We’ll talk soon," I say, and end the call.

I immediately dial another number. Presley’s got no idea what she’s in for.

* * *

Forty minutes later, I park my car outside her apartment. She lives in Kangaroo Point, not far from where my apartment in the city is. It’s a gorgeous area, close to the river. I exit the car and squint in the sun. It’s hot in Brisbane today, just the way I love it. I reach for the coffee I bought her and head up to her apartment. I’m wondering if she’ll buzz me in the front door, but as I arrive at it, someone is leaving and he lets me in before the door shuts behind me.
Too easy, meant to be
.

I take the lift up to her floor, and a couple of moments later, I knock on her door.

She answers it and surprise covers her face. "Jett. What are you doing here?" She sounds unsure of herself, and I know I’ve made the right decision. Presley wants me as much as I want her.

I hold out her coffee, and she takes it with hesitation.

"Hazelnut with a shot of vanilla. I believe it’s your favourite," I say.

"How the hell did you know that?"

I shrug. "I have my ways." I take a step forward, trying to push my way inside. She steps aside and lets me. I thank the universe for coffee that makes her momentarily forget she doesn’t want to date me.

Her home is beautiful. I’d been too distracted the other night to pay much attention, but I take it all in now. Splashes of colour everywhere, plants dotted throughout and books on every spare surface. It’s got that feeling my mum and dad’s home has, and I’m drawn to it. After a decade of living out of a suitcase, I’d love to come home to a place like this, instead of the bland apartment I own.

"Michael told you," she accuses, and I can tell from her tone he will get his ass kicked for this.

"Yes."

"What did you offer him for that? Michael wouldn’t give me up without something significant."

I grin at her. "I promised him a lucrative job for his client."

She’s a clever woman and knows exactly what I’m talking about. "You bribed him with something his client isn’t even interested in?"

"How was I to know his client wouldn’t be interested in a job?"

She drinks some of her coffee and then returns my grin. "You’re a sneaky bastard, aren’t you, Jett Vaughn?"

I throw my head back and laugh. Thank fuck.
This
is the Presley I wanted to see. "I’ve been called worse, sweetheart."

She looks thoughtful. "And what if his client had actually agreed? How were you going to get out of that?"

"Well, considering I’m hoping to convince his client to take that job on, I wouldn’t have any problems if she agreed."

She sucks in a breath. She hadn’t been expecting that.

I keep talking. "I’m taking you out for lunch today."

"Oh, really?" She’s putting on a good show, but I’ve worked her out. She wants me, but she’s trying to convince herself she doesn’t. All I need to do is give her a reason to let me in. I need to show her that all her reasons for not wanting me aren’t important.

"Yeah, beautiful, really. I’ve got a booking for us in forty minutes. Can you be ready by then?"

Panic spreads across her face. "Shit, Jett. I don’t know any woman who could be ready in that short amount of time. You’ll need to call and push it later."

I nod. "Sure."

I can tell she’s mentally flipping through her wardrobe. She points to her balcony and says, "You can sit in the sun if you want, or in here if you want. Up to you."

"Go get ready. Don’t worry about me."

She hurries into her bedroom, and I head outside. I call my friend, Ernesto, who owns my favourite Italian restaurant. "How did it go?" he asks as he answers me.

I chuckle. "I told her I had a booking in forty minutes. She freaked. Told you it would work. Women forget what they want when they’re all freaked like that. Made her forget she didn’t want to go out with me."

"Jesus Christ, you’re devious," he mutters. "I’ll see you when you get here."

I thank him and hang up. He’s right; I am devious, but I’ve never had to use my skills on a woman before. The chase is both exhilarating and frustrating. And I wonder how long it’s going to take me to convince Presley to give me a shot.

ALL YOUR REASONS BY NINA LEVINE

8 - Presley

I follow Jett into the little Italian restaurant. How the hell he managed to convince me to come with him is beyond me. He’s got some sort of special powers, I’m sure of it. All he’s gotta do is grace me with that sexy goddamn smile of his, and I’m like a bloody schoolgirl all over again. Falling at his fucking feet.

We’re escorted to our table and place our orders. Then he says, "
Crazy Stupid Love
."

"Have you finally lost your mind?" I ask, having no clue what he means.

"
This Means War, Killers
… romantic comedies I like."

"Oh."

"A cruise."

"Huh?"

"A cruise would be a good holiday. You could mix it up with drinks by the pool and exploring the places the ship visits. Perfect combination, don’t you think?"

My stomach does somersaults. He’s put thought into this, and I have to admit I’m impressed. "Yes, I’d love to do a cruise one day," I say, softly.

He smiles and leans his elbows on the table. "Now, tell me something about you that no one knows."

I frown. "Why?"

He shrugs. "It’s the kind of shit I like to know about people. It tells me something about them."

Maybe I’ve judged him wrong. The fact he wants to know this tells me something about
him
. "I almost got married when I was eighteen to a man twenty years older than me."

Intrigue lights his face. "What stopped you?"

"We decided on the spur of the moment to do it, but we didn’t have the necessary paperwork filled out. A couple of days later, I freaked and realised I didn’t really want to marry him."

"And you’ve never told anyone that?"

"No. Now it’s your turn."

"A woman I slept with five years ago fell pregnant. I didn’t think I wanted the baby but was fully prepared to support her. But just before she was three months pregnant, she aborted the baby. I was surprised at how much it upset me."

The mood between us has turned from playful and flirty to serious. I’m amazed he would tell me something so personal. Something no one else knows. "It’s funny how life turns out sometimes, isn’t it?" I murmur.

His smile is gentle, beautiful. "I believe things are meant to be. I’m yet to work out why that happened the way it did, but I know one day it’ll be made clear."

The more he talks, the more he affects me. The more I want to open myself up to him. "I believe that, too."

"So, we do have something in common."

"It would seem we do," I agree, giving him a smile in return.

"Well, thank fuck for that."

I have to laugh. And I have to give him credit for the time he’s put into chasing me.

"So, tell me about your band," I say, half out of interest, half out of a desire to let him convince me to take a chance on him.

"We’ve been together for ten years. I put a call out for band members when I was eighteen, and they were the dickheads who answered it. It took us about five years to really get our name out there and then we cracked the US market. Haven’t looked back."

"I’m gathering you’re a pretty big international band, right?"

"Yeah."

"How the hell can you get away with the stuff you do then?"

Confusion flickers in his eyes. "What stuff?"

I throw my arms out to the side. "This kind of stuff. We’ve been out a few times, and no one’s bothered you. If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t think you were a famous rocker."

"Sweetheart, there’s security outside. I’ve always got them with me. You just don’t see them. They not only keep me safe, they keep the fans away," he explains, making perfect sense. I should have realised he’d have security.

Our food arrives and we continue to trade stories about our lives. Jett continues to surprise me by revealing a man I’m impressed with.

"So, I know your parents are still together but do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asks.

"I’ve got an older brother, Stuart. We’re pretty close, but he lives overseas for work so I don’t see him very often."

"What does he do?"

"He’s an actor and is trying to break into movies in the States. He’s been there for four years with no luck yet, but he’s determined so I hope that pays off soon. How about you? Any siblings?"

He nods. "Yeah, a younger sister, Claudia. She’s still living at home with Mum and Dad while she finishes studying to be a nurse. I try to keep an eye on her because she has this tendency to get mixed up with the wrong guys."

"Ah, that must be hard for you to watch as the older brother."

"Like you wouldn’t fucking believe," he mutters. It’s clear to me he loves his family very much, and I love that about him.

We finish our mains, and as we continue to chat over dessert, I stop him to confirm something he just told me. "Wait, you sponsor ten children in Indonesia?"

"Yeah," he says like it’s the most natural thing to do in life.

"That’s awesome."

"We met them a couple of years ago."

"Who is ‘we’?"

"Me and the boys. They’ve sponsored kids over there, too. But a couple of years ago we went over and helped build houses. I’ve gotta say, it was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had." His enthusiasm is infectious. Hell, if they hired Jett to promote those programs, they’d probably get a huge increase in people signing up to help.

"Fuck," I mutter.

"What?" I’ve totally confused him.

"You make it bloody hard for a woman to not want to date you," I gripe.

He bursts out laughing. "Presley, has anyone ever told you how fucking sexy you are when you grumble like that?"

"No. Most men hate it."

"Well, I like it, so don’t change, okay?"

Happiness flows through me at his words, and I’m sure I take the last step towards the edge of allowing Jett in. And by the time we finish our meal, I’m completely captivated by him and under his spell. I know I’ll probably give him whatever he wants now.

* * *

The next morning, I say goodbye to Jett at my front door and then head back inside. He stayed over last night and gave me another reason why I should date him. The man has mad skills in the bedroom, and I’m looking forward to seeing him again.

I shower and get ready for the day. I’ve got a full day ahead of me, editing more photos from the Crave concert shoot. As I sit down to get started, there’s a knock at my front door. A minute later, my happy bubble bursts when I find my husband standing on the other side of the door.

"Presley," he says while taking a step inside.

I put my arm up to block him, and he comes to a halt, clearly stunned I would deny him access.

"No, Lennon, you don’t get to come inside. What do you want?"

"I told you I was coming home," he says as if that answers my question.

"
This
isn’t your home. Not anymore."

"My name is still on the deed."

"Oh my god! That means jack shit, asshole. You walked out, so it’s not your home."

"I made a mistake, Presley."

"Yeah, you did, but it corrected the mistake I made when I married you, so let’s call it even."

"I want to come home, baby." His voice has that soft tone he uses when he wants something from me, but it won’t work anymore. A year ago, I would have given him anything he wanted when he spoke to me this way. I’ve since learnt my lesson.

"No. And don’t call me that anymore."

His face tells me he wasn’t expecting this. He must have expected me to roll over and give him whatever he wanted, just like everyone else in his life does. "I’ll give you the baby you always wanted." He promises me the one thing that came between us the most when we were together.

Anger mixes with pain, and I’m done. "Fuck you, Lennon. You can’t worm your way back into my life with shit like that. Yeah, I wanted a baby with you, but
you
never wanted that, so don’t come here now and make bullshit promises to get what you want in return. I don’t want a baby with you anymore." I spit my words at him and then move to close the door in his face.

He puts a foot inside to stop the door from closing. "I’m not giving up on us, Presley," he promises, and I see the determination on his face. Shit, he means this, and when Lennon wants something, he does everything to get it. I do
not
need this in my life. Not when I’ve finally decided to start something with Jett.

"Goodbye," I say and shove his foot out of the way so I can slam the door shut. Once I have the door closed, I sag against it.

Shit
.

I hope he gives up, but I know he won’t. Not until he’s exhausted all avenues.

Fuck
.

* * *

I look at the room I’ve just stepped into. It’s a fundraising event for breast cancer research, and it’s decorated in pink and white. They’ve pulled out all the stops with balloons, flowers, candles, and pretty party lights everywhere. It’s like a magical wonderland, and I stare in awe. I wish I had my camera with me; I could get some amazing photos of all this.

Jett pulls me close and murmurs against my ear, "Thank you for coming tonight."

He called me four hours ago and asked me to come. I didn’t hesitate to say yes. Smiling at him, I say, "Any excuse to wear a party dress."

"I’ll remember that," he promises while scanning the room. His gaze settles on the bar. "I’m gonna go get some drinks. What would you like?"

"Surprise me with a cocktail."

He nods. "Will do. You’ll be right at the table with the boys?"

"Absolutely. I’m looking forward to hanging out with them tonight."

"Good. They’re looking forward to it, too."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. They like you. Told me not to fuck it up."

I turn to face him and loop my hands around his neck. He bends to give me a quick kiss, and when we pull apart, I say, "I’m so happy I decided to go on a date with you, Jett Vaughn."

"Me too, sweetheart. You’ve no idea just how happy."

I like his honesty, and the fact he doesn’t hesitate to make himself vulnerable to me.

"Okay, go. If you get enough cocktails in me tonight, you might get your way with me later."

"Really? I think your sex addiction would guarantee me that without cocktails."

"Yeah, yeah," I mutter. He’s totally right. I shove him gently. "Go."

He gives me one last sexy grin and then leaves. I admire him as he walks away. Jett’s wearing a suit tonight and looks so hot I’m sure we’ll have to leave early so I can satisfy my addiction.

"Presley!"

I turn to find West motioning for me to join the rest of the band at the table. I’m surprised none of them brought a date tonight. I’m the only woman in the group. I make my way over to them and take a seat.

"Looking good, babe," West says, his eyes gazing appreciatively at my body for a moment. I’m wearing a fitted, floor-length black evening dress, that has gorgeous beading over the thin straps and a long slit that ends mid thigh. Jett’s eyes almost bulged out of his head when he picked me up.

"Fuck, West, don’t. The last thing we need is Jett losing his shit tonight," Hunter warns him.

I eye West. "Thank you for the compliment but I think Hunter’s right. Let’s not rile Jett up tonight."

"I know I’ve said it before, but I fucking like you, Presley. You say it like it is," West says.

Van’s been lounging in his chair, an angry glare fixed on his face. But he looks at me now and asks, "Has Jett convinced you to photograph our next tour yet?"

"We haven’t really discussed it."

"You should consider it. Your photography is fucking amazing. We’d be lucky to have you." It’s the nicest he’s been to me so far, and I’m floored by his kind words.

"Thank you," I say to him, and he nods and then goes back to his angry glaring. I’m thinking Van’s a man of little words.

I chat with West and Hunter for another couple of minutes before excusing myself to go to the ladies’ room. When I arrive there, the line is five deep, and I kill time by texting Erin.

Me
: At charity event with Jett. You should see him in a suit…

Erin
: Shut it. Don’t tell me any more bitch.

Me
: LOL

Erin
: You heard from your asshole husband again?

Me
: Not since he showed at my door two days ago.

Erin
: Good. Sorry, gotta go chick. Talk to you later xx

Me
: Night xx

I finally reach the end of the line, and five minutes later, I’m heading back out to the table. The sight I’m greeted with when I get there takes me aback. Lennon’s here and he and Van are going head to head over something. Both men are furious about whatever it is.