Cheap & Classy (Hide Your Crazy) (17 page)

Chapter 32

Bottom of the ninth………………month later.

The stage was completely dark, except for the dull glow of the foot lights in front. The
heavy black curtains hid the light of backstage, and the only color out in the auditorium was the green glow of the exit signs. I really should have been a little worried about what was going to transpire, considering all I got was a text from Reid to meet him on stage. Maybe this was it; he was finally sick of me and planned to play out a death scene complete with the grim reaper. Shuddering at the idiotic thought, I tightly wrapped my arms around myself, trying to force the stupid thoughts out of my pathetic mind. Of course Reid wasn’t there to kill me. This location was way too public; he would definitely get caught here if this was the place for vengeance.

The soft melody of a guitar started to swirl around the large space. My body started to relax once the melody clicked in my head. This was the song he wrote for me. Reid was here
, playing my song.

“Reid?” I called out into the vast darkness, letting the acoustics of the room carry my voice throughout the place.

Reid continued to play as I whirled around to try and pinpoint his exact location. Suddenly his tall dark figure parted the black curtain, slowly sauntering over to my frozen body.

“Hi,” I meekly stated
, biting my bottom lip as he continued to walk toward me.

It amazed me
how easily I could get lost in his music. His voice mesmerized me, capturing all of my senses with a single word sung. The look of him with his guitar hung securely around his neck was just about the sexiest thing I had ever seen. This man not only captured my mind, but stole every last piece of my broken heart. There was no doubting my feelings for Reid; he absorbed my entire life.

Slowly, the last cord was strummed, and his parting words echoed in my ears. I would never get used to calling this wonderful man mine.

“Molly Anne?” Reid spoke softly, slinging the acoustic behind him quickly.

“Oh Reid, you sure know how to make a girl lose her panties.” I laughed, taking a small step to close the gap in between us.

“Well, I am a rock god.
” Reid smirked, snaking his arms around me while pulling me in for a kiss. His lips gently touched mine, sending my body instantly into a downward spiral of lust. Groaning, I pushed harder into his lips, desperate to deepen the kiss.

“Molly Anne,” he broke the connection, pulling back from our embrace.

Letting out a little whimper, I licked my lips to savor the taste of the moment.
I had never had sex on stage before
, I thought silently as a wicked smile spread across my lips.

“I know what you are thinking, but you might want to hold on to that thought,” Reid stated quickly, reaching out to tuck a short piece of hair behind my ear.

“Are you sure; it would be fun?”

“Molly Anne, you are just as bad as I am.”

“Yep, basically.” I laughed, tossing my head back while taking in the moment. The peacefulness of the empty auditorium was amazing, considering we had been living on tour for the last couple months, spending much of our time surrounded by others.

“I have something to ask you,” Reid calmly broke the silence, completely breaking our embrace.

I smirked, “no Reid, I will not have a threesome.”

Reid simply shook h
is head and dropped to a knee. I was pretty sure at that moment all sense of sanity just fell out of my vagina, since I started to shake and panic. I was the type of girl who got a happy ever after kind of scenario. Commitment was not part of my future, what I had going on with Reid right now satisfied the need for assurance of the future.

A bright sp
ot lot flicked on and lit up a small circle around the two of us. Great, now Reid could see the deer in head lights look that was gracing my face.

“Breathe,
Molly Anne,” Reid stated firmly.

How could I fucking breathe
? He was acting all White Knight style, trying to ride off into the sunset together on a damn horse.

“Marry m
e, Molly Anne.”

“Yes,”
my heart spoke before my mind had a chance to offer a rebuttal. A smile stretched across his beautiful face as he rushed to his feet and crashed our lips together. Melting into our kiss, all the doubt and worries seemed to fade away. Cliché? Very much so. But at that moment I didn’t really care. Standing here on this stage I had finally made the best decision of my life. I said yes.

“I take it she said no? Bad luck Dude.” Brody’s voice yelled through the darkness.

Reid’s lips smiled as he wrapped one arm around me and flipped his middle finger to his bandmate. I could hear laughter from out in the seats, but was completely consumed by the man making use of my lips.

“Get a room,” someone shouted at us.

Pulling back from our lip lock, I grabbed either side of Reid’s
shoulders. “You do realize you just proposed to me, right?”

“Shit
, Molly Anne, I didn’t mean actual marriage,” Reid joked, tossing me a grin.

“
Asshole,” I muttered, crashing my lips back into his once again.

“I have a surprise for you outside.”

“I’m pretty sure this was the best surprise ever, Reid.” I laughed, staring down at the massive rock on my left hand.

“Come on.” Reid grabbed my hand and y
anked me off the stage. Tossing open the door backstage, Reid placed a fast kiss on my forehead and grinned like a freaking idiot.

My hands shot up and covered my mouth. Tears immediately started flowing
again, as I looked over at my fiancé. I couldn’t believe he did that.

So apparently my happily ever after did come true. Sure, my knight in shining armor was covered with tattoos and slung a guitar instead of riding a horse. But, in reality I didn’t want it any other way. Girls like me did get fairy tale endings; we just had a bunch of shit to go through until our castle finally came into view.

Well, wasn’t that fucking girly. Someone give me some vodka.

About the Author

             
T.A. Hardenbrook currently resides in Spokane Washington, with her husband and two young boys. She has a degree in Early Childhood Education, as well as her license in Cosmetology.

                Her days include being the family chauffer and referee, all while trying to become the perfect domestic goddess one strives for. Her family of four also includes a very loving American pit bull terrier, a corn snake, and several American Cavies (Which her oldest son shows at ARBA/ACBA events).

              Being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in 2013, life became a struggle and she found learning to adapt was not an easy task. Luckily with the help of daily medication, life is slowly returning back to normal. Having the opportunity to write a novel at that time was a huge boost of confidence in dealing with the disorder, being able to use her hands and type, was therapy for the soul.

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