Devon Lee was thrust into the spotlight at the age of twelve after being spotted out with her father. The illegitimate daughter of famed rockstar, Tommy Lee quickly captured the world's heart with her icy looks but her sweet persona soon changed as...
"You will have to pre-order my visual album to find out about that." I smirk at the reporter. "Today is my dad's birthday party and I feel like making this night about me."
"What would you like to tell your dad on his sixtieth birthday?"
"I'm about to see him so I think I'll tell him face to face." I laugh to myself as I start moving along with the help of my security guards. "I love my dad and I wish the older fuck well."
The fans start cheering which only makes me laugh harder as security keeps everyone at a distance. I have a security team of ten men who have been with me for a little over a decade and that's a lot considering that I was a piece of shit at nineteen years old.
I went through atleast seventy bodyguards from the ages of sixteen to nineteen because nobody could handle me.
"DEVON!" I flash the fans a smile before blowing them a kiss.
"WE LOVE YOU, DEVON!"
As I'm taking the opportunity to get more pictures taken of me, I hear the fans scream louder and that's when I see my brother walking over to me with a scowl on his face.
"Bitch, you take too long."
"That's what your mom said." I flip him off as he stops infront of me, ignoring all the people calling out to him.
"Your comeback was lame." Colson attempts to get me into a headlock but I escape his grip. "One picture then we go celebrate our dad's birthday."
I playfully roll my eyes while slipping my arm around his waist, "You're no fun."
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"You have the owner of the biggest rock & roll bar coming out to bring you in." Colson gives me a look. "The least you could do is be appreciative of my presence and know when it time to think about others."
I pat his chest with my free hand, "Shut up."
Colson and I spend the next few minutes having our pictures taken which almost ends in us smashing a reporters camera after he made remarks about us having an incentous relationship. I'm very comfortable with my body and I'm not really the type of person to cover up around my family because they don't look at me inappropriately.
My brother adjusted my bikini top for me while we were on a yacht in Italy three years ago because my hands were full and the media portrayed it as him playing with my nipple.
"FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Colson launches a bottle of Whiskey at the paparazzi while laughing like a maniac and I flip them off as security forces us inside the bar.
"There they are." Our tipsy father throws his arms up in the air as we make our way into the VIP area and a smile forms on my lips. "Heard you were making my night about yourself."
I wink at him, "As always."
"That's my fucking girl." He gingerly kisses my cheek before gesturing me to join him for a picture. "Tonight, we're going to get wasted."
