Page 109 of Queen Of Clubs
“Oh, fuck,” Calvin sighs. “This isn’t going to end well.”
They keep berating the guys, and with each question the guys grow more and more pissed. The reporters are loving it. Jordan tries to step in but the guys keep answering. She sighs, looking at them like she’s silently pleading with them to shut up.
I know why they’re not. They feel the need to defend me. And I fucking love it. But it’s going to start causing more harm than good; that is the last thing I want for them. I’m not sure where the impulse comes from, but I step away from Calvin and onto the stage.
Immediately, the cameras start flashing and the voices get louder. The guys look behind them at me, eyes wide. “Can I have that?” I ask Jordan.
“Sure, why not?” she sighs sarcastically. “Not like this can get any worse.”
With nervous butterflies in my belly, I take a deep breath. “Hi, everyone. My name is Jade Love. I’m the band's omega. We’ve known each other since we were kids. The guys are two years older than me. When they graduated, they left for LA and made something amazing of themselves.” I smile over at them, so damn proud. I’m sure to leave out any details that will cause more questions and paint the guys in a bad light.
“Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to follow after them as I was still underage. We were best friends then, nothing more. We just grew up in the same foster home.” I make it clear so that they don’t think they were pursuing an underage person. The guys already mentioned the world knows that they were in the system.
“Life went on and we drifted apart over time. We all had our own lives. But recently, the guys had a show in Vegas where I live. That’s where we reconnected. After talking, we realized there was something more between us. They asked me to come on tour with them, and I agreed. This is all new, and we are taking our time to get to know each other again. I love them very much, and cannot wait to have all of their marks on me to make this bond complete. But that is something special and deserves the time to enjoy. With the guys on tour, it’s not the right time. But that doesn't change how we feel. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Is it true that you are Calvin Grant’s scent match?” a male reporter questions.
It takes me by surprise, and I look back over to Calvin. His face is blank. But the look in his eyes lets me know it’s my choice on how to answer.
“Yes.” I turn back to the crowd, causing more whispers and mutters to start up. “But that changes nothing. While Calvin might be my alpha, so are these three.”
“Are they your scent matches?” another reporter asks.
I look over at the three of them, their bodies are stiff as a board. My brows furrow, but I answer. “No.” Why did they react that way to the question? I’m not their scent match, am I? No, they would have told me if I was. They wouldn’t keep something like that from me.
“Are you afraid that you will want your scent match more than them?”
“I think we’ve answered enough questions for now.” I smile. “That's getting a little too personal.”
“I agree,” Jordan interjects, stepping up next to me to take the mic. “I think that’s all for now. Thank you all so much for coming.”
We all make our way off the stage as the reporters keep shouting questions.
“Proud of you, Darling,” Calvin praises, pulling me into his arms.
“Are you fucking kidding me,” Zane snarls. “You let her leave your side, again!”
“Hey!” I get in Zane’s face, keeping my voice low so we don’t draw any attention. “I’m a big girl. I don’t need you all up my ass all of the time. He was right there. If someone tried something, he was right there. And you're welcome,” I huff. “I just saved your asses out there.”
“Jade is right,” Everett says. “Let’s not fight, please.”
“Is that all we have to do today?” I ask Calvin, and he nods. “Good, now let’s go sightseeing. You can ride my ass while we do that,” I sass, turning on my heel and heading back the way we came.
“Oh, Jelly Bean, don’t tease me.” Griffin chuckles, and my cheeks heat as I keep my head high and continue with my dramatic exit. “I’d love nothing more than to ride that ass.”
Fucking hell. Why do I like the idea of that so much? And by the way they all growl, they know it too.
We spend the day walking around, enjoying food, checking out sights, and taking lots of photos. And of course, we hit the Eiffel Tower.
Calvin set up a little picnic for him and me, while making the guys take another spot. Zane hated it, but I loved it. I needed more time alone with Calvin. Yes, we’re together all day most days, but it’s different. He’s more of my bodyguard than anything during those times.
After taking some photos of the Eiffel Tower all lit up, we head back to the hotel.
“I’m just saying, that guy was going to touch her ass, and you did nothing,” Zane growls as we move into the lobby.
I sigh, looking over at Everett with tired eyes. He smiles and tucks me under his arm.
“Would you two shut the fuck up already?” Griffin groans. “All you’ve done was bitch this whole day.”