“Let’s get going. Have you seen Jackson?”
“He walked off that way about fifteen minutes ago,” I said, pointing to the backstage area.
“Go get him while I settle the tab.”
I chugged down the rest of my beer and set it on the bar top. As I walked toward the backstage area, I stopped a couple of times to take pictures with some of the fans. What should’ve been a thirty second walk ended up being ten minutes.
I walked toward the small room the venue considered a dressing room and kept an ear out in case Jackson was in one of the other rooms or in the bathroom throwing up. As I neared the dressing room door, I could blatantly hear heavy breathing and moaning.
Fucker came back here to have drunken phone sex with Iris.
I readied myself to point and laugh at him since it wouldn’t have been the first time I caught him jerking off while Iris was on the phone with him. I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks.
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Con Amor Siempre,