All Your Reasons (Crave 1)

“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.

“You wouldn’t know the meaning of fucking loyalty,” Van spits at Lennon.

“She told me you two were over. How the fuck was I to know she was lying?”

“It’s called friendship, motherfucker. We were friends, and you don’t do that to a friend. You don’t fuck his fiancée behind his fucking back.”

“Do you fucking listen, Van? I didn’t know you were still together.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not good enough. You should have asked me, not her. She wasn’t your fucking friend, I was.”

Jett steps in to try and break them apart because they look like they’re at the point where fists could start flying any minute. “Van, leave it. He’s not fucking worth it.”

Van’s eyes are wild when he looks at Jett. “I told you coming tonight was a bad fucking idea.”

Jett directs his attention to Lennon. “You need to leave. Now.”

Lennon shifts his gaze and stops when he sees me. “Presley? What the hell are you doing here?”