"Thanks." She took her shirt and sat down on the couch feeling a little bit woozy.
She replied. "Yeah. I just drank a lot of champagne. I'll be okay." She breathed in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Can I get you something? Maybe some water?"
"Yeah please." She went to put her shirt on and noticed some stains on it. "There's something sticky all over my shirt." She held it up.
"What is that?" He looked over and saw a spilled mixed drink on the ground. "That's what it is, It must of landed in that red shit over there."
"Damn it." She mumbled.
"Don't worry, nobody will even notice up against your cleavage babe." He grinned.
"I will and I love this shirt and this red shit probably ain't gonna come out!" She slid the stained shirt on and pulled her pants up and laid back on the outdoor couch trying to let her stomach settle.
John put his shoes back on. "I'll be right back." He walked into the penthouse to get her water. As soon as he was inside he spotted Patty.
She saw him coming and hurried in the other direction.
"Patty!" He called after her and made his way toward her with quick angry steps.
She stopped in mid-stride and turned around. He grabbed her by the arm and backed her over to a nearby corner.
"What the fuck were you doing outside watching us?"
"Look I'm sorry. I went out for a smoke and I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. It caught me off guard. I didn't mean to interrupt the two of you.
"So you just stood there watching me fuck my girlfriend! That's fucked up Patty!"
"I wasn't trying to watch! But you were so into it. It was so different from when we used to do it together. You were so loving and caring with her. I was just curious."
"Curious about what Patty? What positions me and Ashley fuck in?" He yelled.
"No just how you are with her! How much you seem to care about her. I never felt like you cared that deeply about me." She tried to explain.
"I was crazy about you Patty! You cheated on me and ruined it! Remember?"
"Just forget it!" She turned away.
"Whatever I've got to go, Ash is sick and I've got to get back to her!" He walked over to the bar and got some water for her.
Outside Ashley was laying down and a little out of it. She felt a hand touch her her shoulder and travel across her chest to her exposed belly and assumed it was John. "John I feel sick." She mumbled curled up on the couch.
John walked out on the balcony and he saw some guy in a suit standing next to Ashley and it looked like his hand was on her.
"Hey what the fuck are you doing?" John yelled from the door.
The guy threw up his hands. "Nothing man. "She was calling out for somebody named John. I was just making sure she was okay."
"Well I'm John and you can go the fuck on somewhere!" He yelled moving closer to him.
"Okay man! Take it easy!" He walked away and went back inside.
"Ash are you okay?"
"Yeah I thought that guy was you."
"Did he touch you?"
"No I don't think so."
"Here sit up and drink some of this water."
He helped her up and she drank some water. "Thanks, I'm sorry I'm just bringing you down tonight."
"You're not bringing me down. I'm sorry you're feeling bad. Do you want me to take you home?"
"No I'll feel better in a minute. Let's stay."
"If you're sure?"
"Yeah I want you to have fun."
He started smiling at her.
"What?" She forced a hint of a smile back at him.
"There is nothing more fun than what we just did."
"Oh John." She grinned and shook her head.
The door swung open and he looked back to see Richie.
"Is this a private party out here or can anybody join? He grinned walking over holding a beer.
"Not anymore." John chuckled. Ash is sick."
"I'll be fine." She looked at John then Richie.
"You look bad baby." John caressed her shoulder.
"You look a little out of it darlin." Richie smiled at her and sat beside John.
"Gee thanks y'all sure know how to make a girl feel beautiful." She stood up. "I'll be back, I'm going to the bathroom." She picked up her purse and staggered a little to the door. Ashley stopped at the bar for some more water. She drank a few sips and hurried to the bathroom. She propped herself up on the sink feeling horrible. Amber walked in looking like a million bucks.
"Oh honey are you okay?" She sympathetically asked.
"No I think I'm going to toss my cookies any second."
"Hold on I have something that will ease your stomach." She sat her purse on the counter and dug through it and came out with a little bottle of pills. "Here take two, no take three of these and you will feel so much better. I promise."
Back outside on the balcony. "Did she drink too much?" Richie asked lighting up a cigarette.
"Yeah and she hardly ever eats anything so it messed her up quick. It's probably a good thing. We were out here by ourselves having sex and I looked up and Patty is standing over there by the door watching us!"
"Damn! Richie laughed. "She was watching you two fuck?"
"Yep." John nodded.
"What did you do?"
"Ash didn't notice her and I wasn't about to let her kill the mood, so I just kept going!"
"Damn Patty must be kinky man!" Richie laughed.
"I followed her inside and called her out on it. She made up some lame excuse for why she was out here, but I know it was bullshit! I don't want Ash to know. She didn't want to do it out here anyway and she'll be pissed!"
"I won't say nothing. Do you need to take Ashley home?"
"I asked her, she said she would be fine."
"Well I guess she knows."
"Let's go check on her." John picked up his cigarettes.
"Okay." Richie put his cigarette out and stood up.
Ashley took three of the tablets and swallowed them down. She picked up her water and drank a few sips. "Thanks, what is that stuff?"
"Something for nausea, I got them from my doctor. I get motion sickness sometimes and they always help me pretty quick."
"God I hope they help me. Thanks so much Amber. I usually don't get this sick on champagne."
"Well sometimes I do at the parties they give us after our modeling gigs and this stuff helps me."
"Wow I feel better. That stuff is awesome!"
"I told you and you look so much better. Let's touch up your makeup. There's somebody here I want you to meet."
"Oh my God who?"
"He's a promoter and a photographer. He got me started in the business and he asked me about you."
"Me? I told you Amber, modeling just isn't for me. I would be too nervous with so many eyes on me picking apart my flaws. And I've got this red shit spilled all over my shirt!"
"Well I think you are crazy! If you have any flaws, I sure don't see them. I've got an extra dress in my bag you can wear, it will hug your curves just perfectly!" She giggled.
Ashley pulled her hair up and turned around. "These are some of the flaws I'm talking about." Amber looked at her scars on her neck going down her back into her shirt.
"What happened to you Ashley?"
"My ex pushed me down some stairs. So see I just wouldn't feel comfortable. I appreciate you trying to help me but, it really is not for me."
"Oh my God honey, I am so sorry!" She gave her a little hug.
"Listen they have some treatments that can get rid of your scars. My roommate was in a car wreck and she had scars on her face and now they're gone!"
"I can't afford it. It probably costs a lot of money."
"Her agent paid for it. They just took a bigger cut of her salary, but her scars are totally gone. Please just meet him! You don't have to decide tonight!" She dug in her bag. "Look here's the dress, try it on!"
"Okay." Ashley reluctantly took her clothes off and put it on. Very pleased with what she saw in the mirror. "Damn it does look good! John and Richie were just teasing me, telling me I look like shit tonight."
"Well I can fix that!" Amber dug some makeup out of her purse and began touching up Ashley's face and trying to fix her hair.
John knocked on the door. "Ash are you okay in there?" He asked propping himself up on the door.
"Yeah I'm good. I'll be out in a minute."
Steven entered the room with a few guys following him. "Okay you bunch of pussies, I've got a game you'll all be too chicken shit to play!" He announced walking over to them.
"I'll play!" Richie exclaimed with a grin.
"Hold up Richie, you better ask this crazy fucker what game he's playing first! Could be any damn thing! This dude is out of his fucking mind!" Eddie warned walking over from the bar.
"I'll play too!" A drunken John laughed. "I ain't no pussy, so what are we playing?" He asked, grabbing an unopened beer off of the table. As Steven unhooked a knife from his side.
"Five finger fillet and you can't back out now or I'll just stab your ass anyway." He laughed.
"What the hell is five finger fillet? John asked smiling at Richie.
"I think it's what we call stabscotch!" Richie laughed.
"Fuck! Is it where you stab all the way around somebody's open hand?" John asked.
"Yep that would be it!" Steven grinned.
"I'll play but you better not stab my fucking hand though! My voice is still fucked up and playing guitar is all I got right now!" John chuckled as he grabbed for Steven's knife. "Let me see how damn sharp it is." He rubbed his finger across the tip of the blade and it grazed him a little.
"Let me see it!" Richie grabbed it from him.
Steven laughed. "Come on let's play! Which one of you is going first?"
"I will!" Richie spread his hand out on the table cool and collected but inside he was nervous as hell knowing how drunk Steven was and how much it hurt to be stabbed in the hand.
Steven was drunk as shit, but could master this in his sleep, he had done this so many times. He picked up his knife and methodically stabbed in between all of Richie's fingers with precision.
"Woah! Damn! You didn't stab my ass!" Richie shouted out with jubilation, echoed by cheers of the small crowd gathered watching them.
"Okay Bongiovi, you're next!" Steven laughed grabbing for John's hand.
"Okay damn! Let me take my jacket off first!" John laughed throwing it over on a chair. He turned around and put his hand on the table opened as wide as he could.
Steven picked up his knife and began to stab between John's fingers as John held his breath. So damn relieved when he pierced through the tabletop each time instead of his hand.
John grinned. "Damn it son you cut it close a couple of times!"
"Bullshit! It was perfect and you know it was!" Steven laughed.
"Okay it's my turn to do you!" John yelled out. Ready for a little revenge.
"Nope it's mine!" Richie grabbed for the knife, but Steven put it behind his back.
"Hell naw! I ain't trusting either of you assholes with my trigger fingers!" Steven laughed.
"Oh okay, I see you are the pussy you accused us of being! It's okay, maybe the word won't get out to all your fans!" John laughed and so did Richie.
"Hold up I ain't no pussy! Let's go! But I didn't stab your ass so you better not stab me!" Steven held his long slender fingers wide open as a drunken John picked up the knife. John took a deep breath and stabbed beside each of Steven's fingers only coming close to cutting him once.
"Damn it! Your drunk ass almost cut me!" Steven hollered out with a chuckle.
John laughed. "You've still got ten fingers!"
"Okay Ed your turn!" Steven put his arm around him.
"Hell no, I need all my damn fingers!" He chuckled. "I will leave all that to you psychos!"
"Johnny!" Someone called out and John turned his head.
"Eric hey man." John replied to the drummer from his band.
"Damn how are you man? I heard what happened. I hope you are leaving that damn chick alone before her Dad kills you!" He laughed.
"Nope I ain't, she moved in with me."
"Damn it Johnny! So your voice is still fucked up. I hoped it would be getting better. Sebastian is a real asshole to play with."
"Well just grin and bear it! I've got to go to see my doctor on Tuesday. Hope he can tell me some sort of time frame that I will get my voice back all the way."
That was freaking cool what you guys just did with the knife. How did you get so damn good at it?"
Practice makes perfect and I stabbed Richie's ass a few times. Show him the scars man!"
Richie showed him a couple of scars on his fingers.
"Damn! Remind me never to play that with your drunk ass!"
Ashley walked out of the bathroom with Amber and walked over to John. "Do I look better now?"
"Damn baby you look hot as hell! Where did you get that dress?"
"Amber, she had it in her bag. She's letting me borrow it because of that red crap that is all over my clothes."
"Yep now she's too hot for you Johnny!" Amber looked at them and started laughing.
"Oh she's always been too hot for me!" He chuckled back at her.
"Oh Lord!" Ashley smiled.
"Are you feeling better baby?"
"Yeah I am, thanks."
"Eric I don't think you've met, this is my girl, Ashley."
"Hey nice to meet you."
"You too." He smiled and turned to John and whispered. "I see why you don't want give her up."
John grinned. "You don't know the half of it man."
"What are y'all whispering about?" Ashley cut John a look.
"Nothing baby just music stuff, you know."
"Uh huh sure." She rolled her eyes.
Eddie picked up a guitar and started playing a song from the new album. John and Richie grabbed a couple more guitars that were on stands by the window. John knew the album by heart so it was easy for him to keep up.
"Damn you two are pretty good." Eddie smiled, pausing to think of another tune to play.
"Thanks." John grinned ear to ear. He was thrilled to hear Eddie say he was good.
"Are you guys in the same band?" Eddie asked looking at John.
"No my band is The Rest and he's in Message."
"I've heard of Message." Eddie acknowledged digging for another pick in a box.
"Really? Richie smiled. Thinking how cool it was that Eddie Van Halen knew about his band.
John was a little disappointed he hadn't heard of his band. They began to play one one song together.
"There he is Ashley." She turned to see the guy she thought was John, out on the balcony earlier.
"Christopher!" Amber called out and he walked over.
"This is Ashley." She pointed at her. "And this here is Chrisopher Marchelli , my favorite photographer." She smiled flirting a little bit, smiling at him.
"We sort of met on the balcony." Ashley had a light grin on her face.
"I hope I didn't frighten you. I really was checking to see if you were okay."
"I feel better now, thanks."
"Wow you two make a really cute couple!" Amber giggled as she looked at them standing beside each other all dressed up.
Christopher got an uneasy feeling as he noticed John glaring at him from across the room, putting his guitar down.
"So you were asking Amber about me?" Ashley questioned him.
"Yeah, I saw you talking to her earlier. We are doing some shots on the beach here for a calender. If it's something you might want to try? I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you are a very beautiful woman and that could make you a lot of money."
"Maybe she don't mind, but I sure as hell do!" John stepped out from behind them.
"John!" Ashley hoped to stop him from showing his ass.
He was looking directly at this smug guy in a damn suit. "What the fuck is your problem? I already told you out on the balcony to get the fuck away from her!"
"Look you are misunderstanding what's going on here!" Christopher tried to explain.
"No I think I have you pegged right!" John snapped back at him. "You're trying to make a move on a chick that belongs to me!"
"John! Please stop! He's a photographer. He was talking to me about a job! That's all!"
"What kind of damn job?" A loud, drunken, messed up voice John yelled. Wondering what the hell this punk was up to.
"Look I'm a photographer. We shoot all over the world for different magazines and we are are going to take some photos on the shore here for a girls of New Jersey calendar."
"Well you are barking up the wrong damn tree here! In case you haven't figured it out, she ain't even from Jersey!" John yelled at this dude hoping to get rid of him.
"You mean the accent? Yeah, I can tell and it doesn't even matter. She has the look we want. She is the right body type. That's all."
John looked him in the eye. "Well she's my damn girl and I don't really want her in any fucking magazine showing off her body!" He turned to her. "Is this even something you would want to do? You told me earlier you didn't want any part of it!"
"Maybe I don't know. I was just trying to hear him out!"
"It's a good opportunity for her Johnny and if she gets signed she can make a good bit of money!" Amber chimed in.
"Just back off Amber, it's between me and her, you and this asshole don't have a say in it!"
Christopher spoke up. "No I believe it's totally up to the lady. I don't see a ring on her finger! It's her choice if she gets up close and personal with this opportunity!" He cut a look over at John.
"Well how would you like to get up close and personal with my fist?" John shot back glaring at him.
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