Jaded Regret is the newest thing in rock music. The band members Johnny, Bex, Beau, and Tanner have dreamed of success their whole lives. Along with their manager Natalie, none of them have lived the life they wanted, each of them having a story that will wrench your heart and put a tear in your eye. After a huge break put them right in the spotlight, they’re getting the chance to live life their way, doing what they love.
They’re still missing out on something they all want but has eluded them for most of their lives.
Follow the members of Jaded Regret as they climb their way to the top of the charts, living their dream, while also battling their pasts in order to find the one thing that can make them even happier than a successful career– someone to share it with.
I had no idea what had gotten into me, but as I held Bex on my lap, feeling her body relax under my touch and kiss, I didn’t want to stop whatever it was. Seeing her like that, panicking and on the verge of losing it had done something to me. I knew what she was feeling. I may not know why, but I knew the feeling nonetheless.
I wouldn’t ask her because I didn’t want to talk about it, either. If she wanted to tell me something, she would. I’d told her there was more to us than just sex. I knew that was right, but it also scared me to death. What the hell did that mean? Her panic had started after I’d said she was being real with me.
Bex didn’t even have to explain why that had made her panic. I already knew. She was putting on a front. The angry, I-don’t-give-a-shit woman that she portrayed to everyone wasn’t her. Now that I knew that, she was upset about it. I saw through her, and it scared her shitless.
“Why?” Her voice was barely a whisper. Her large eyes were wide open like I could see straight through to her soul. As much as she wanted to hide from me, she couldn’t.
“Why what, Bex?” I kept my voice low as to not scare her out of talking to me. What was happening to me right now? The last time I’d sat on a bed with someone like this had been with Jill. The thought of that made my own panic rise up in my chest, but I forced it back. This was not the time. She needed me, and for some strange reason I wanted to be the one there for her.
“Why are you here? Why don’t you run out the door? This is just sex, right? So why do you care about me?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, being transparent with someone for once. “But I do.”