Lyric
A Dirty Affliction Novel
By
Regina Frame
Lyric- A dirty affliction novel
Copyright © 2015 Regina Frame
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Country Singer Brad Paisley and Blake Shelton are mentioned in this book strictly as the female characters favorite singer. John Mayer’s song, Say What You Need to Say, is also mentioned in this book as another character’s favorite song. No words to their music were quoted or used in any way.
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Titles by
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Saving Chloe
Parker's Past
Forever Complete
Rock Star Series
Dirty Affliction Series
Honesty
Lyric
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Table of Contents:
Lyric: A Dirty Affliction Novel
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
About The Author
LEVI
"Wake up dipshit!" A loud voice roared before something wet hit my face. What the hell? I pried open my bloodshot eyes and stared at Chance, where he stood beside my bed with a water gun in his hand. My head felt as if the top was going to blow off at any moment and my mouth was like the Sahara desert. I rolled over, covered my head with one of the extra pillows on the bed, and growled at him the best I could without making my head explode.
"Suck me," I snarled.
"You're not my type and you know it. I like mine a little curvier and with bigger tits, man," he chuckled. I could barely move, which meant that I had really tied one on last night, if I could only remember exactly what that entailed. All of a sudden, it was coming back to me—twins. I'd picked up twins in the casino bar and brought them back to my room! My head popped up and I scanned the room for any signs that they lingered this morning. No such luck.
"You looking for the blonds?" I nodded and rubbed my hands vigorously over my face, trying to wake myself up. "You're lucky I walked in when I did. One of them was going through your wallet, while the other one was digging around in your bag, man. I told them to get the hell out and they'd be lucky if we didn't press charges. They were going to rob you blind. You gotta be . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, fucking blah," I said and pointed to the door. "Don't you have someone else to annoy? Get out of my room, and if you shoot me with that damn water gun again, I’m kicking your ass!" I said.
"Meeting in Jinx's room in fifteen," he announced and kicked the bed with his damn foot. Again, I felt as if my head would fall off. I lie there a little longer once Chance walked out, until I heard the sound of the door close behind him. I forced myself from the bed, stretched my arms above my head, and my entire body ached—either from the marathon of sex with the twins, or the after effects from all the alcohol. I guessed it was a combination of both. Either way, everyone had a good time.
I was definitely gonna have to be more careful. That wasn’t the first time someone had tried to steal from me. I walked over to the dresser where I'd tossed my wallet last night and thumbed through the contents. Fuck! Every damn dollar I had in it was gone. I didn't bother going through my duffel bag because the only thing I kept in it were clothes. I wasn’t like Linc used to be. That guy carried around a shit-ton of pharmaceuticals with him.
After showering and dressing in a pair of faded jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt, I padded down the carpeted hall of our hotel to where the guys were waiting for me in Jinx's room. I stepped through the door, grabbed a bottle of water from the counter, and turned to face the group. They all looked as hung over as I felt, that was, except for Jinx. I wasn’t sure what that guy did to get his rocks off, but he wasn’t much of a partier. He stood in the middle of the room and his gaze traveled over each one of us before he spoke.
"Guys, there's something I need to talk to you about and I've been putting it off for a while now. You know we've been without our manager, Court, for a while now," Jinx said.
"That guy was a fucking no good . . ." Jinx interrupted Chance before he could finish that statement.
"Yes. We all know what he was. I didn't get you all together to discuss that piece of shit. What I'm trying to tell you; is that I can't be a member of this band and handle everything else, too. There is just too much to consider. There's booking venues, finances, public relations, fund raisers, and so much more that I just can't do," he explained.
"So, hire someone to help us out. I don't know about the other guys, but I say go for it, man." I looked at Chance and Honor, who nodded in agreement.
"See? Easy peasy," I said. Jinx narrowed his eyes at me and replied . . .