Dirty Like Zane: A Dirty Rockstar Romance (Dirty, Book 6)

by Jaine Diamond

When we drew apart and he moved on to thank the other guys, Amber was standing there. Teary-eyed, she gave me a hug. “That was amazing.” She kissed my cheek, her soft, caramel hair brushing my face. Then she looked me in the eye and told me, sincerely, “I miss you.”

  “Thanks, Amber,” I said. It was all I could really say.

  Dylan was next, pulling me in for a tight hug. “That was great, man.”

  “Thanks.”

  After that, there was a bit of a lineup of people wanting to shake my hand. Eventually, I managed to work my way off the dance floor and visit with a few more people who pulled me aside.

  Elle was one of them.

  “You look great,” I told her. It was the first time I’d spoken to her all night. I’d been busy enough; the party was pretty full of people to talk to, and besides that, I still wasn’t all that comfortable hanging with her. Wasn’t sure why, but it still felt weird to me that she had Seth’s baby in her belly so damn fast after we fell apart.

  Not that we were ever really together, according to her.

  “Thank you,” she said, smoothing her hand over her giant belly. “The song was just beautiful. Thank you for doing that with the guys. I know it means a lot to Zane and Maggie.”

  “No worries.”

  “So… My feet hurt and my hips ache all the time, but other than that, I feel pretty good,” she volunteered, when I didn’t ask how she was doing. “We’re hoping the baby decides to make an appearance soon.”

  “Cool,” I said. I wasn’t sure what else to say.

  I’d already heard, from Dylan, that no matter when the baby came, Paulie was joining Dirty for the first few weeks of the European tour, filling in for Seth so he could spend some time at home with Elle and the baby. After that… maybe he’d rejoin the tour and leave Elle and the baby here for a while, or maybe she’d bring the baby on the road. I didn’t know. Didn’t really care to know.

  I kissed her forehead. “Take care, okay? Let me know when the baby comes. I’ll swing by.”

  “Of course,” she said.

  After that, I circled back to Summer, bringing her a non-alcoholic blender drink from the bar. I hopped up onto her platform and let her congratulate me on my performance. She’d already heard me practicing the song earlier in the week, and I knew she approved.

  “You sounded great,” she told me, kissing my cheek. “Not a dry eye in the house, I’m telling you.”

  “Yeah. Thanks. Fuck, that felt good.”

  “It should. You killed it.”

  It really did feel good. Was the first time I’d played in front of any kind of audience in way too long.

  Fucking missed it.

  Plus, Jesse Mayes and Seth Brothers were pretty kick-ass backup.

  Unfortunately, my band, the Penny Pushers, were officially done. But no one really knew that yet. Our management company knew. Summer knew and Dylan knew. We’d announced on all our social media shit that we were on hiatus. And that was about it. Rumors were flying around left and right, but we hadn’t officially cut ties.

  We’d be doing it soon.

  No use kicking a dead horse.

  It was all for the best, anyway. In a way, it would be freeing, right?

  Painful, but freeing.

  Like a breakup from someone who was a great person, someone you’d come to love and you’d gotten really fucking used to having around… but was just wrong for you.

  I gave Summer a kiss on the temple and a squeeze and left her at her deck to continue on my rounds. I could see Dylan and Amber together across the room, and Elle with Seth.

  And when I saw them all like that, from enough of a distance… looking exactly how they were supposed to be… I knew it was finally time for me to let go.

  It was time to move on.

  Fact was, I really wasn’t sure where the fuck I belonged anymore, but it wasn’t with any of them.

  Later, I headed out to the balcony. It was well after midnight and the party was dwindling. Most of the older guests and the ones with babysitters at home had already taken off.

  Without booze to keep the party going, the remaining guests were discussing afterparty options as they gathered by the doors.

  But I wasn’t feeling much like partying tonight.

  Dylan and Amber already had their coats on when I’d said goodnight to them. Most of Dirty seemed ready to head out, but I was waiting for Summer; told her I’d hang with her after. She was playing Three Dog Night, “Mama Told Me (Not to Come),” her final song of the night, and the lights were up in the ballroom as everyone said their goodbyes.

  But it was dark out on the balcony, and empty except for me. I was smoking down at the far end when someone came up behind me.

  Half of me hoped it was Dylan… and half of me didn’t.

  “Hey, brother.”

  I looked up to find Zane watching me. He was alone.

  I mashed my joint out on the stone wall and flicked what was left in a pot of flowers. “Sorry. Dry wedding party, and I’m the asshole smoking up.”

  “No worries.” He came over and stood next to me, looking me over. He had a pink drink with berries floating in it in his hand. “You good?”

  I considered how to answer that. How many people had asked me that in the last six months? How many times had I said yes?

  And how tired was I of saying yes to make them feel better?

  Fucking tired.

  “I’m not,” I answered honestly. “But I will be.”

  “Soon?”

  “Not sure.”

  He leaned on the low stone wall next to me as we both looked out over the city below. “Few people coming back to our place. You coming?”

  Our place. That would be his house in West Vancouver, the one he bought last year, which Maggie had just moved into. I’d definitely enjoyed my share of parties in that house already.

  But Dylan and Amber would probably be there, and I wasn’t in the mood for that.

  “Think I’ll pass this time.”

  He nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

  We both fell silent. I fished out my cigarettes; I doubted people were supposed to smoke out here at all, but fuck it.

  I thought Zane might leave as I lit up, but he didn’t. I offered him one but he passed, sipping his non-alcoholic drink instead.

  “So,” he said, breaking the silence. “You fuck Dylan or what?”

  I laughed, a little, because it was typical shit for Zane to say. The dude seriously lacked a filter.

  I could relate.

  But he was probably also trying to crack the palpable tension.

  “Does it matter?”

  “Nope,” he said. “I’m just perversely curious like that.”

  “I never fucked Dylan. Wasn’t like that.”

  “He fuck you?”

  I shook my head. “Not his type. His type’s in there, with the flower in her hair.”

  “You guys still cool?”

  “Kind of.” We really were.

  Thing was, we were a little too cool.

  Dylan was happy. He wanted me to be happy. I wasn’t happy. We were still best friends, and I hoped that would never change. But something was different. It was the pity he felt for me, maybe. Or the pity I imagined he felt.

  Or maybe it was just the broken heart I kept dragging around that made things so unclear.

  Hard to see things clearly, maybe, when you were wasted more than you were sober and too busy bouncing in and out of beds to ponder shit like feelings.

  “You think Amber’s worth it?” Zane asked after a moment. “Cute girl. She seems good for Dylan. But is she worth this?” He looked me over again, assessing me with his cool blue eyes.

  I shrugged. “Amber’s not the problem.”

  “So what is?”

  “Nothing,” I said, which was pretty much bullshit. But whatever. If I knew what my problem was, I’d fix it, right? “Actually… I’ve been thinking. I think it’s time for my breakup party.”

  “Yeah?”


  “Yeah. I kinda had my heart smashed in a major way. And I know what you’re thinking. What else is new? But this was a big one. You know, double whammy.”

  Zane just nodded. He didn’t ask for clarification on that, and I had no idea if he knew I was talking about Dylan and Amber both breaking my heart or what.

  Though if we wanted to get technical about it, it was kind of a triple whammy. Because Elle hadn’t left my heart so intact, and I’d never had a breakup party to put that one to bed either.

  “So,” I asked him, “you ready for that shit?”

  Because no doubt, Zane would have to host this thing. It was pretty much tradition.

  Ever since my breakup party after my relationship with Summer ended… the best breakup party ever… the one that started at Zane’s place in L.A. and ended with me at a ski resort in Alaska, partying with a bunch of members of a traveling freak show, crashing a bachelorette party, snowboarding naked and getting tattooed… he definitely had to host it.

  “Bitch, please,” he said with a smirk. “I’m always ready for that shit.”

  “Yeah? Think you can handle it? You know, now that you’re all married…?”

  He threw me a dry-as-fuck look. “Pretty sure I can come up with something.”

  “I don’t even care if it’s dry or whatever,” I said, seriously. “You know, it’s not about getting laid or getting wasted. I can do that any day of the week. It’s about hitting the reset button.”

  “I get it. Not sure how I’ll top jetting you off to Alaska…” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You still got that tattoo?”

  “Actually, it fell off while I was asleep one night. The fuck do you think?”

  “Dunno. Laser removal or some shit?”

  I shrugged. “It’s not that bad.”

  “Dude. I saw it.”

  I sighed. Yeah; a lot of people saw it. For a while there, I’d gotten into the habit of showing it off when I was good and drunk. The girly pink flower tattoo with the words Danny 4Ever, right up under my balls. And since it was right up there, a lot of people had seen other stuff, too. Like my ball sac.

  “You ever gonna tell me who Danny is?” he inquired, not for the first time.

  “Don’t know.”

  He sipped his drink, considering. “And why the pink flower?”

  “I seriously don’t know.”

  “Do I get to pick the tattoo this time? I’ll get you something real nice.” He flashed me a diabolical smile, and I laughed.

  “No more tattoos unless I’m stone cold sober. You can take that to the bank.”

  “Alright, brother.” Zane punched me lightly on the shoulder. “Give me a few days to throw something together. I fly out to Europe next week. We’ll do it before then.”

  A grin spread across my face, and it felt like a long time since I’d smiled this big. Or looked so forward to… well, anything. “Looking forward to it.”

  “Cool. Do I need a guest list?”

  “Huh?”

  “I mean, am I supposed to invite Summer to this thing? Dylan?”

  Right. Good questions…

  “Summer, yes,” I told him. “Dylan and Amber… no.”

  “Got it.”

  “And, uh… no Elle. But I’m pretty sure she’s gonna be busy anyway.”

  “Right.”

  I pushed off the wall and we did a man-hug, back-slap, high-five thing.

  “You know,” he said, just as we were about to walk back into the ballroom together, “you’ve got big balls, Ashley Player.”

  I paused. “How the fuck do you figure that?”

  Zane stopped and gave me an affectionate little shove. “Come on. Not many people could pull off what you just did in there, in front of all those people, with shit the way it is… You know, your double whammy?”

  “Right.”

  “You should’ve heard yourself, man. You made my grandma cry. Chicks were creaming… I got a little hard myself.”

  I grinned. “It’s a talent.”

  “Seriously. You got a new Pushers album coming or what?”

  I took a breath. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No Pushers album.”

  And fuck.

  I felt the weight of those words. The loss of my band brothers… and all the years, all the blood, sweat and fucking tears we’d put into something that in the end really hadn’t taken us very far. Alone, we were probably all more talented than we’d been as a band, and that was the hard truth I’d had to swallow this last year as we fell the fuck apart.

  Zane gave me a thoughtful look. And I knew, when he didn’t exactly start crying over the news, he was thinking something along the same lines.

  “But I’m pretty fucking sure you haven’t heard the last of me yet,” I assured him.

  “Thank fuck.” He clapped me on the shoulder and looked me in the eye. “Telling you. I can live without the Penny Pushers. What the world needs is more Ashley Player.”

  And I hoped to hell he was right.

  Don’t miss Ash’s story… the first book in a whole new series about his new band, coming in 2019!

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  DIRTY SERIES

  Dirty Like Me (Dirty #1)

  Dirty Like Us (Dirty #0.5) - Free!

  Dirty Like Brody (Dirty #2)

  A Dirty Wedding Night (Dirty #2.5)

  Dirty Like Seth (Dirty #3)

  Dirty Like Dylan (Dirty #4)

  Dirty Like Jude (Dirty #5)

  Dirty Like Zane (Dirty #6)

  DEEP SERIES

  DEEP (DEEP #1)

  DEEPER (DEEP #2)

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  Playlist

  The final Dirty playlist!! *tears*

  As usual, some of the songs on the Dirty Like Zane playlist are mentioned in the book; others are songs that captured the feel of a certain scene or that I listened to while writing the book.

  Like the music in all the Dirty series books, this playlist features a lot of rock—from classic rock to hard rock and everything in-between—but it also includes other genres that I, and the characters in the book, enjoy as well.

  I hope you’ve enjoyed the Dirty playlists as much as I’ve loved putting them together… Music is such a HUGE part of these characters’ lives—and mine!

  ~ Jaine

  Sample the songs on my website here,

  or listen to the playlist on Spotify here.

  Since I Don’t Have You — Guns N’ Roses

  Can’t Stand Losing You — The Police

  Shake That (feat. Nate Dogg) — Eminem

  California Love — 2Pac

  Wild Horses (Acoustic) — Bishop Briggs

  My Girl — The Temptations

  I Get a Kick out of You (The Cinematic Orchestra Remix) — Ella Fitzgerald

  Sail — Awolnation

  In for the Kill (Skream’s Let’s Get Ravey
Remix) — La Roux

  (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction — The Rolling Stones

  Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood — The Animals

  Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around — Stevie Nicks & Tom Petty

  I’m Not Calling You A Liar — Florence + The Machine

  Better With You — Michl

  Little One — Highly Suspect

  Psychotic Girl — The Black Keys

  Too Afraid to Love You* — The Black Keys

  Big God — Florence + The Machine

  Cupid — Jack Johnson

  Comfortably Numb — Pink Floyd

  Nutshell — Alice in Chains

  Inside And Out — Feist

  Sour Girl — Stone Temple Pilots

  Runaway Baby — Bruno Mars

  Gold Guns Girls — Metric

  I Ain’t Gonna Be The First To Cry — Bob Moses

  Maybe I’m Amazed (Live, from Wings over America)* — Paul McCartney & Wings

  Burden in My Hand — Soundgarden

  Fall To Pieces — Velvet Revolver

  Caught Me Thinking — Bahamas

  Warning Sign — Coldplay

  Like A Stone — Audioslave

  Sit Next to Me — Foster the People

  Gloria — Them/Van Morrison

  Fell On Black Days — Soundgarden

  Maggie May — Rod Stewart

  The Girl — City And Colour

  Magic — Coldplay

  Hey! Ya, You — The Elwins

  Way Down We Go — Kaleo

  No. 1 Party Anthem — Arctic Monkeys

  A Message — Coldplay

  We Are The Champions — Queen

  Think About You — Guns N’ Roses

  Don’t Panic — Coldplay

  Woman Woman — Awolnation

  Oh! Darling — The Beatles

  I Would Do Anything for You — Foster the People

  Fever (Adam Freeland Remix) — Sarah Vaughan

  Hymn for the Weekend — Coldplay

  Shop Around — The Miracles

  You’re My Star (Acoustic 2015) — Stereophonics