Beast and the Harlot

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I POSTED TWO CHAPTERS TODAY SO PLEASE READ CHAPTER 5 FIRST
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Emilee's POV

I reluctantly peel my eyes open the next morning and instantly regret every drop of the alcohol that I consumed the night before. Oh don't get me wrong, I have had a few drunken nights that in hindsight I wish I could take back, but none more than last night. First, I let that dickhead, Michael, practically rape me, and then to add insult to injury, while shamelessly sitting buck naked in his lap, I ask my mortal enemy if he would like to fuck me before his 7 year old son bursts in and catches us. Ugh I have issues!

Ok so maybe Brooks isn't my mortal enemy, but I'm certainly not attracted to him for many reasons. One, He's blonde, and I'm more into dark haired men. Yes, I know that Jimmy was blonde at one point too, but I was young, and that was before I knew that my "lady parts" had any other purpose than going to the bathroom. Two, Brooks is seriously lacking my usual turn on, tattoos. I don't think there is anything sexier than having a colorful pair of arms wrapped around your body. Finally, he's a dad... I'm sorry, but I'm only 24, I'm not ready to be someone's pseudo-mommy figure. Plus, even if I was, his kids hate my guts.

"Em, are you awake?" Matt says quietly from the other side of my bunk's curtain, and I let out a groan. I should punch him in his stupidly handsome face for daring to bother me before noon.

"Go away, Shadows, before I rip your dick off and shove it up-"

Suddenly the curtain is yanked open and Matt is giving me his famous dimpled smirk, "Up where, Em?" he grins before bringing his lips closer to my ear, "Up your amazingly tight pussy, like it was last night?" he whispers in a low, seductive voice and I let out a gasp.

I pull away and stare at Matt in shock, "We did not sleep together last night" I hiss out in protest and he quirks an eyebrow at me. He's lying. There is no way that I would sleep with him! He's a married man!!

"Em...You're shitting me right? You crawled into my bunk last night and begged me to sleep with you. I tried to tell you to just go back to your bunk because you seemed a bit drunk and upset, but you were very, very.... persistent" he states and I officially feel like the sluttiest person to ever walk the earth. Val is going to kill me if she ever finds out!

"Oh. my. god. What the fuck is wrong with me??" I cry, and cover my face with my hands in utter embarrassment. "You're married, Matt! You should have told me to fuck off, or better yet, go fuck myself...literally."

Matt reaches over and gently pulls my hands away from my face, "Listen to me, I know what I should have done, but I just couldn't just toss you out when you were so upset. You kept rambling on about how you're a magnet for trouble, and on a downward spiral of bad decision making. I hated seeing you be so hard on yourself, and wanted to make you feel better" he says sincerely but I can't help but let out a sarcastic scoff.

"And you thought that pity fucking me, regardless of your marital status, wouldn't add to that downward spiral??" I spit coldly and watch his face fall. That was harsh. Yes, he should have known better than to enable an emotionally charged fuck up, but Matt always means well. I let out a defeated sigh and rest my head back on the pillow, "What's wrong with me, Mattie?" I say sadly and he crawls inside and sits next to me on the bunk.

"There is nothing wrong with you, Emilee, but you need to learn to face things head on, instead of running away and pretending that they don't exist. You need to quit turning to alcohol, and unavailable men, to help you numb the pain" he states and I narrow my eyes at him.

"I'm constantly surrounded by alcohol and unavailable men while on tour with you guys....it's not that easy" I seethe and he shakes his head at me.

"We will cut back on the partying to help you out, but stop implying that we are all unavailable" he says and I roll my eyes at him.

"If your suggesting that I should let Brooks help me work out my "frustrations", I'm going to laugh in your face...he is soooo not my type" I scoff and cross my arms over my chest.

Matt gives me another stupid, dimpled smirk before sliding out of my bunk. "That's not what you said last night..." he replies and gives me one last smug look, before disappearing into the bathroom.

What in the fuck?!? I seriously think that Matt is fucking with me this morning, because I don't remember trying to seduce him, let alone having his huge horsecock inside of me, and I definitely do not remember telling him that I had a thing for Brooks! I wasn't THAT drunk!

Was I?

Brooks' POV

I barely sleep a wink last night with all the worrisome thoughts floating around inside my head. I obviously need to have a discussion with Kelly about how the boys are acting. I'm sure she will try to twist around my friendship with Emilee in an attempt to validate the twins' overreactions. She doesn't seem to care about anything I do unless it's going to give her an advantage in our custody battle.

What the boys don't know is that Kelly is moving to England and is attempting to get full custody and take them with her. She's not giving them any warning, nor is she attempting to give them a say in who they stay with. She's arguing to the courts that because I'm out on tour, that I can't properly take care of the kids, and that they are at risk being around a bunch of rowdy rockstars.

I tried arguing that I had a right to see them to and swore that I wouldn't expose them to that. Now look, the boys are going to tell her that they saw a girl, who is 16 years younger than me, sitting naked on my lap with broken alcohol bottles surrounds us. If she found out about Emilee losing the twins last night, I can kiss my chance at joint custody goodbye.

"Earth to Brooks-" I hear Matt say from across the tiny breakfast table on the bus. I look up and see him sipping his coffee with a look of concern written across his face. "Are you ok, man? You look like you're on the verge of a breakdown"

I lean back and let out a defeated sigh, "Honestly, no. I am the furthest thing from ok but I can't afford to have a breakdown. I need to keep things together for the boys if I have any chance at keeping them here with me."

"Yeah, Syn told me about the shit that Kelly is trying to pull and I think it's beyond fucked up. You're a terrific father and those boys mean everything to you. Anyone who can't see that is completely blind" he states and I give him a grateful nod.

"Thanks man, I sure hope the judge sees it the same way." I sigh and rub my tired eyes. Fuck, I'm exhausted, but I have parental and band responsibilities. I can't just nod off now.

Emilee emerges from the back of the bus, but won't make eye contact with me. I don't know what I was thinking last night when I touched her. She has made her dislike of me pretty obvious since I joined the band, yet I cant help but care about her. I hate seeing her destroy herself trying to cope with the loss of Jimmy. Johnny told me that his sister used to be the polar opposite of the way she is now. She was kind, compassionate and would always have a smile on her face. I don't think I've seen her genuinely smile once. I bet she has a beautiful smile.

"Sanders!! I'm going to fucking murder you!" Johnny screams and both Matt and Emilee noticeably tense up.

I wonder what that's all about?

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