“I kind of can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow.” My eyes opened at her words. “You just came back into my life and now you’re leaving again.”
“Hey,” I moved my hand to her face when she looked at me. “I’m coming back this time.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” I kissed the tip of her nose.
Frankie smiled. “I know we don’t really know what we’re doing with each other but I’m just happy to be able to be with you like this.”
“Me too, Cherry. Me too.”
She pecked my lips then looked down at her phone when it vibrated. She tapped at the screen and her eyes widened almost instantly.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s Anna and Hannah texting me,” she said. “They’re at work. Anna said a group of girls came in and asked for me. Saying they’re all mad at me for kissing you on the pier.” Before I could say a word she continued. “Hannah said they were really rude and called me . . . oh my god! Look at what your fans are saying about me. I’ve never been called fat and ugly this many times in my life.”
“You’re not fat or ugly, these people are not Sinners.” I took the phone and scanned over the twins’ messages. “They’re just obsessed with me or the guys and think they get to decide who we date. It’s kind of our own fault though . . . we’re rock stars, we’re aren’t perfect. We’ve all had sex with groupies, we talk shit during interviews, we talk a certain way to our Sinners on social media because they like it. Sex is always a topic. Women are always a topic. Especially sex with women . . . fuck, we’ve actually been heartless bastards when it comes to women. I didn’t realise we objectify them so much because they always come to us so willingly.”
Frankie remained quiet.
“Maybe if we didn’t link women and sex together so often, our Sinners wouldn’t do the same when it came to the women in our life. Fuck. Looks like I’ve a shit load more to work on than just being sober.”
Frankie brushed her hand over my chest.
“You’re a good man,” she said. “No, you aren’t perfect, but realising flaws like you just spotted and knowing you have to make a change makes you perfect to me.”
My heart felt lighter.
“I’ll work on that and I’ll talk to the guys about it but even if we change our ways you just have to realise that some people are just hateful. Summer, Hayes’s wife, has her comments turned off on Instagram because she gets so much abuse over being married to him. She’s Chinese so a lot of people have a problem with that. He’s black, she Asian. Interracial couples have it insanely hard still.”
“Well, the comments I’ve seen are mainly about my appearance, and a few about me being a gold-digger, so it’s not nearly as bad as what Summer goes through.”
“Just because she gets abuse over something different doesn’t matter, you both are receiving it because you’re connected to members of Blood Oath. To some of the crazier people, we’re off limits to every woman. Some of the teenage girls even write fan fiction where me and the guys are secretly in love with one another and fuck like rabbits behind closed doors.”
Frankie’s face was comical.
“You’re joking!”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “May reads one about me and him and he’s such an avid reader and fan of it that he hopes we end up together at the end of the story.”
Frankie burst into gleeful laughter.
“That’s actually brilliant.”
I chuckled. “Surely you’ve gotten one insult that you actually thought was a little funny.”
“Well,” she shifted. “I read one when I was walking into May’s garden. One commenter said I looked like a long-lost Weasley sister from the Harry Potter series, that made smile.”
She pinched my nipple when I snickered.
“See?” I smiled. “You have to find the fun in some of those comments because if you didn’t, you’d reach a real low point.’
“I guess.”
“Always remember these people are insecure and want to be dating me, or one of the other guys, when they tear women down who are connected to us. It’s jealousy that fuels it. Even if some of them did find you unattractive and think I could do better than you, the main reason they comment hateful things is because they wish they were in your position.”
She processed my words and nodded, accepting them.
“Besides,” I looked down at her phone. “They now know that you’re my muse, that’s likely why some of the more hateful ones are being extra cruel when speaking about you.”
Frankie titled her head.
“What do you mean?” she quizzed. “How am I your muse?”
She had to be yanking my chain.
“You’re joking, right?”
“No.”
“You’ve heard our songs, right?”
“I’ve heard all of your band’s songs, I have the albums downloaded.”