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My phone rings, interrupting the fuck out of us, and I’er "What’s up?" I ask as I answer it I’ Presley and I slide my spare hand under her t-shirt to find her breast I’ve no intention of being on the phone for very long

"Jett, where are you?" He sounds irritated

"I’m with Presley Why?"

"You’re supposed to be at the recording studio this otten about that

"Sorry, Tom I’m on my way now," I say as I otta head to the studio I forgot we have a bandso she can prop herself up on her elbows, she says, "All good"

I pull on ht?"

"Yeah"

"Good I’ you home to have my ith you," I promise her as I bend and kiss her

"Promises, promises," she jokes, but I can see she’s doith that idea

I grab my car keys and nod as I head out of the bedroo believe it, baby You won’t knohat hit you when I ood on that prohing is ringing in in the day with

Van is sitting in the corner, moody as ever, when I enter the studio half an hour later He stands and throws me a filthy look "Glad you could make it" His sarcasm drips from his lips and it pisses me off

As I approach him, West ju to holdet this over with"

Tom enters the conversation "Jett, the label wants to fast track this albu and there’s a lot of fans screa for it"

"Yeah, but that doesn’tour time with this one so we could have a break" I stop and look at hi exhausted and need soreement "I know, but the boys are keen to do this so they’re just waiting for you to give it the green light, too"

I shakearound the room, I ask, "You all really want to do this? What about the decision we’d already reed to?"