Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Bryttaneigh groaned as the roosters next door woke her up. She had been having a lovely dream. Why anyone would want to keep a rooster in the city was beyond her. Bryttaneigh grew up on a farm and knew roosters weren't very friendly and that chickens would lay plenty of eggs without them. And contrary to popular belief, they didn't just cry out first thing in the morning, they did it all day long.

Her neighbors had only moved in a week ago and she was already sick of the roosters. She was pretty sure they had more than one too, for some inexplicable reason. Why would a bunch of frat boys need roosters?
She decided to crawl out of bed and have some coffee before going to her job as the youngest booking agent in the history of the world. She loved her job because she got to sleep in and go to rock shows. It was very lucky she was offered it out of the blue when she got her high school diploma.

Bryttaneigh loved both rock and roll. It connected her to her dad who was dead. He took her to her first rock concert after her mom died in the rodeo explosion/train derailment caused by a drunk conductor and a buildup of bovine methane.

Bryttaneigh was devastated so her dad Charleigh took her to see the Turning Boulders.

"My tiny pat of butter, if this doesn't help, nothing will."

Her dad then became a drunk and her childhood became even more tragic. But in spite of her tragedy, Bryttaneigh persevered. She became the best rock concert attendee on both sides of the Mississippi.

And now she had her dream job booking musicians. Even though she spent most rock concerts crying because of the tragedy of her tragic upbringing, she still loved to go to the concerts.

If only the rooster hadn't ruined her morning. Bryttaneigh was tired of the neighbor's roosters waking her up first thing in the morning at ten o 'clock. She bolted upright and stormed next door to give them a piece of her mind after she spent six hours fixing her hair and makeup and dressing in the outfit her stylist chose.
She hammered her righteous fury into the front door. Unfortunately, she kept knocking after the door was opened.

"If you're going to do that, angel hair, you should do it a little lower."

Bryttaneigh's jaw dropped. She was knocking on the shirtless chest of the god of sex or his brother. The whiteness of his teeth blinded her. She wanted to run her hands all over his seventeen-pack abs. He was at least three feet taller than her but she knew their bodies would fit together perfectly. He was everything she had ever wanted in life and was ready to sign over her 401k until she remembered she was mad at him.

"I need you to do something about the roosters!"

"What, no hello, little ravioli? Well, fine. I'm Aiden. I'm the one who flirts to hide a tragic past."

"I'm Bryttaneigh. With a neigh."

He beamed at her and Bryttaneigh fainted at his handsomeness.

"We can't get rid of the roosters, but maybe if you traded something to us we could come to an...agreement."

Bryttaneigh gasped. "What do you want?"

His eyelids dropped. He smelled like sunshine and powerful thighs and she had to stop herself from licking his face. "You."

She slapped him then grabbed his face and kissed him. He tasted like rainbows and good credit scores.

Then she ran away. She had to because her panties were destroyed. But she heard Aiden call, "See you soon, mezzoluna."

Bryttaniegh had no time. She had to get to her concert that night. She dressed in her finest concert attire—torn jeans and a t-shirt that was also torn but somehow perfectly accentuated her curves and fit perfectly even though they were just some old things she thrifted. Her hair and makeup were perfect, even though she only spent twelve hours perfecting them because she was just that beautiful. Bryttaneigh had always been beautiful but had no idea even though everyone said so. She had a perfect figure, barely taller than a doll with a tiny waist and huge tits. A lot of her tragic childhood involved losing her balance and face-planting tragically on the sidewalk. At least until her butt came in to balance her.

But despite her dream job and finally overcoming the tragedy of her tragic past, Bryttaneigh was lonely. She longed for an emotionally unstable man to spend her life with.

She sighed in her mirror. "One day, Brytt. You'll meet the growly alphahole of your dreams who will fix all of the problems he creates. He'll take you places and then get irrationally jealous when anyone thinks about looking at you. Then he'll cook and you'll get to clean up after him. One day."

She turned this into a song because she had a secret desire to be a singer that she only told her thousands of TikTok followers about.

When she was done with her perfectly produced video, she said goodnight to the director and walked to the concert venue which was on her street. She was lucky she had such a great apartment that was huge but cost no money even in the highest cost- of-living city in the world.

She skipped the line to get in because she was that beautiful and skipped to her seat at the front of the venue. It was grungy and dirty but without being actually grungy or dirty because it was in a gentrifying neighborhood.
Finally, the band came out and she fainted. Aiden was there and so were two other men who were just as beautiful. She never would have thought that the sounds of rock music coming from their house meant that they were in a rock band! What were the chances?

The band members tossed their bangs out of their eyes in unison.
"I'm Bradyn and this is Kadyn and Aiden and we are Three Proud Cocks!"

The crowd went wild. Bryttaneigh was mesmerized.

Aiden sat at the drums while Bradyn picked up a guitar and stood in front of the microphone. Kadyn played the brood-o-phone, an indescribable instrument powered solely by male brooding.

Bryttaneigh swooned. She had a thing for brood-a-phone players.

"Now this first song is called We Used to be Dinosaurs and I want to dedicate it to a beautiful woman who doesn't know how beautiful she is but that we want to date!"

Bradyn winked at Bryttaneigh and she fainted, but not before ruining her panties with her lust for the singer/songwriter.

The concert was amazing and then Bradyn pulled Bryttaneigh onto the stage and they sang a perfectly choreographed and harmonized song together. Aiden was amazing on the drums and Kadyn brooded perfectly. She had such a good time, she forgot to be sad about her tragic past.

The only problem was, she was now in love with all of them.

Oh, and someone kidnapped her as soon as the lights went out.

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A/N: This kidnapping is brought to you by the series I read that included the main character getting kidnapped three separate times.

What are your favorite worst things in romance novels? Let me know and I'll try and work them in!