CEO and angel

Nicolas looks more like a fucking poker player, but I know my friend to know that this hurts him. Damn it! These two are a pain in my ass. I've tried everything over the years to understand each other, but Mel lives in a glass jar. I can see in her eyes that she likes Nic, I just don't understand why she denies it so vehemently. My friend tried, and how he tried, but the little redhead's heart is completely closed to swinging, so, after so much advice, he decided to move on. Viviane is a good girl and idolizes our bassist. After he gave dating a chance, Mel lost her mind once and for all.

Each show does one crazy thing worse than the next. And I know you're one step away from losing yourself for good, and that drives me crazy. We're a fucking family. — I want everyone to shout Yago's name. — I blink as soon as I hear her say my name. — So he can smash those drumsticks on the cymbals of his drum, giving power to the next song. Let's go? - YAGO! YAGO! YAGO! — Wow, and the audience follows suit. I leave the blonde from production, Mel and all her shit to think about later. I lift the drumsticks, count to three by hitting them together and start the next song in our repertoire, which is fucking amazing. We started our band when we were still kids. Nic, Ramon and I knew we wanted to make a living from music, but it was a distant dream. Until Nic's father, Adam Moretto, showed up in our city, brought Mel into the band and made our dream come true. Today, seven years after signing the first contract, we begin the tour in honor of FOUR HEARTS. The members agreed to release the rights to all the songs they have already made for a new and special album. And it was fucking awesome. We were lucky on the way here, but every second of success was a merit of our work. And I hope this is just the beginning of a brilliant career. — You guys are badass — Mel shouts. - To the next. — I hit my drumsticks harder, finishing the last song of the show. The screams are deafening and, at the same time, they are like music to my ears. We move to the front of the stage, join hands and bow in reverence to the audience. The lights go out, and we leave the stage to a standing ovation. The best fucking feeling in the world. — You guys killed it. — The general, or Úrsula, greets us as soon as we arrive in the wings. — It was a memorable night. — Is there a party today? — Ramon questions, and I hold back a laugh at the withering look he receives. — No. We have to travel. You will be able to rest in the dressing rooms that I have separated for the four of you here. Take a shower, eat and get some sleep. Early in the morning, we hit the road. Did you understand? — He puts his hands on his hips and looks at us with a frown. — I didn't hear a response. — Yes, ma'am — we mumbled reluctantly. Not even with Uncle Patrick, who was a bad guy when he wanted to be, I didn't feel as cornered as I do with her. The bastard picked the perfect replacement to keep us straight. Son of a bitch. — Where is Melissa? She was here just now — he questions looking around. Well, she's capable of keeping almost everyone in line. — I'm going to leave you and the drama of the moment so I can rest. — I raise my hand in a sign of salute and turn to leave, but Ramon soon catches up to me. — I know your rest well — he teases. — They're waiting in my dressing room. Let's go so you can choose whether you want the blonde or the brunette. — How did you manage to arrange this with Úrsula on our tail? — I whisper, risking a glance over my shoulder to make sure we don't get caught. — I have my contacts, partner. — He hugs my shoulders and we continue laughing towards the slaughterhouse. Nothing better than a good fuck after an intense show. — Mr. Yago? — The knocking starts at the door. I ignore. They know what I'm doing here, why are they interrupting me? — Are you going to... — The girl on all fours on the bed starts to ask, but I increase the pace to keep her quiet. — Quiet, baby — I lean over her body and whisper in her ear. — They will leave soon. — Mr. Yago? We have a... order for you. — Keep it there, damn it. Then I'll take it — I shout, starting to get angry. I hold the brunette's hair in my fist and push harder. - We can not. — The security guard speaks, once again, and I feel the excitement fade. Holy shit! I will kill this man with my hands. Bag. — Wait here, sweetie. I'll be right back so we can finish. — I pull my pants off the floor, quickly slide them down my legs and run my hand through my hair. — What the fuck? — I open the door in a burst, and the almost two meter tall man has his eyes wide and his skin pale. — They left a package for you. — You already said that. What can't wait? — Yeah... — He takes a step to the side and a wicker basket is in the arms of another man on the team. — A child, sir. Miss Dora stopped by, left the child, a bag and a letter. — He hands me the last two items, but I remain petrified, looking at the blonde baby sleeping peacefully, even in a noisy place like this. He looks too big for that basket. His little legs are hanging out, but he doesn't seem to be bothered. — Why didn't you fucking stop her? Did you have to call me when she was here? — he shouted, rubbing his hair angrily. Dora has already done some festival work with the band and she's not stupid. She must have used the fact that she was known to avoid being shooed away by the security guards. — In fact, we only know it was her because of the cameras. She didn't talk to anyone. She left everything and left. We saw that it was a baby only when she started to move and we went there. — Is everything okay here, kitten? — The girl appears behind me, but I can't pay attention to anything other than the damn paper in my hand. I unfold it and the words written there knock me off my feet. “I can’t be with him anymore. Sorry for not saying this in person. I'm going out of the country, the offer is irrefutable. Enjoy the experience, Dad.” - Cum! — I scream so loud that my vocal chords hurt, and the baby wakes up scared crying. It was just what I was missing. I'm fucked, with a child to look after and a huge desire to kill Dora with my own hands. Holy crap. I have a son. And now? | JULIA — Thank you very much, teacher. I'll deliver the completed work next week. — I'll be waiting, Julia. Keep committed like this, you'll go far, girl. — I smile, and I do the same. - Until later. — Say goodbye, then end the call. I lower the