Page 93 of The Sounds of Her
What you don’t see is Jenna, and other members of the band or our crew, are cut out of the shots. They are right next to them. Apart from walking in and out of the studio, they were never alone, and always arrived and left separate.
The wedding is being talked about too, but it’s speculation because Adam did everything he could to prevent anything leaking, and it worked.
In true BreakNeck style, the fans are rallying. Our social media has been flooded with support for Adam and Jenna. As is the norm, we’ve been instructed not to comment, post anything to refute or engage with anyone asking questions. It’s killing Adam that he can’t say anything.
Brooke is outraged on her best friends behalf and has been on the phone and working with our legal team for the last half hour. While we were still on stage, she found the employers of the three people who ambushed Jenna. Hannah is in awe of Brooke, staring at her with stars in her eyes.
I get it. Brooke, in her element, is sexy as hell.
Not only that, knowing she cares enough that she is working to fix this, leaves me feeling something I’m not used to. Her anger is genuine and not only for her best friend. For someone who enjoys irritating Adam daily, she is going to bat for him.
Ad wants to go back to the hotel and protect Jenna, but Hannah says we can’t. We have to stick to our plan of attending a party being thrown by one of the radio stations here in Melbourne.
Hannah assures us they’ve been given a strict no question order, or we walk, and they never get near BreakNeck again. Sharif is coming along with legal documents to ensure they comply.
We do as we’re told and pile into the cars to take us to the Brand Hotel, where the party is being held. It’s a little different to the usual VIP nightclub scene, more industry people. The place is packed and everyone around us is having a good time.
Hannah and Dale meet with the DJs and station manager before we head over for our interview. Adam is so on edge, we keep him to one side and Jordan, and I do most of the talking.
No one asks about Zosia.
After what feels like a hundred pictures, we head to a table in the corner. Stone and DiMarco take up residence nearby and steer away anyone trying to get too close. We don’t roll like this at parties usually, but we have good reason to be stricter now.
“The bullshit they’re printing is, quite frankly, appalling,” Jordan says, staring at his phone. Then he whoops, making me lean away from him before he bursts my eardrum.
“What the fuck?”
Brooke is pressed up against me and without even thinking about it, I have put my arm around her waist, my hand low on her hip. I like how relaxed she is after the last few hours of her being standoffish.
“That reporter Brooke handled like a bad ass,” Jordan says. “She got fired.” He reaches across me, holding up a hand. Brooke rolls her eyes but high fives him.
There are mixed responses, because no one likes to see people losing their job, but after what she did, I’m not gonna get all butt hurt about it. Still, we don’t celebrate it too loudly.
“Looks like you won Jordan over.”
Everyone has gone into their own little groups, leaving me to talk to her without being overheard.
“We talked about it,” she says.
“Yeah?” I sip my drink.
“When that groupie was trying to get in your pants,” she makes a face.
“Still jealous of that?”
“I do not get jealous,” she gives me the stink eye.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“You have such a big head,” she mutters.
“Thank you,” I wink.
“Oh my God,” she looks into her drink, but I can see the smile tilting her lips. “You’re such a child.”
“Now, you know that’s not true,” I move a little closer and brush some hair behind her ear.
I don’t miss how she swallows at the touch of my fingertips on her neck. Emboldened by that, I lean in and press my lips there. She shivers and goosebumps rise on her bare arms. I love she is so affected by my touch. I chase the bumps with my fingers, running them up her arm so the back of my hand grazes her breast.