My Rock #7 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #7)

by Taylor, Alycia

  “Hi Tristan! How are things going?” he asked, like maybe we were old friends.

  “Good,” I said, trying to just brush past the little fucker and go about my business.

  “Hey! I thought maybe we should talk about what happened with Brooke the other night.” I stopped in my tracks. How the hell did he know about that?

  “What about it?” I said, not committing to anything.

  “She was talked to about her behavior and she promised it wouldn’t happen again. She understands that there will be consequences if it does.”

  I nodded and then I asked, “How did you know about it?”

  “Security had to put it in their report. She scratched Brad up pretty good. He had to report it. Clint wanted to just release her from her contract…let her go. But Jake spoke up for her. He’ll only do that once though, so I don’t think she’ll be acting out like that again.”

  I’d heard rumors about Jake and the girls in the production crew. I wondered if he was fucking he singers, too, and that was why he’d stuck up for Brooke. I had a feeling if it came down to me or her, I’d be out of there in a flash. It was good to know that she had the CEO on her side in case she pulled any more crap.

  I nodded at Tony again and then walked away. I’d had a good day until then. I did my best to shake off the irritation he’d stirred up in me. My mind went back to Elly. I’d thought about it all night and finally made up my mind to talk to her. It was crazy; it had gone way too far. I didn’t fuck skanky Brooke and somehow I needed to find a way to prove it to Elly. I procrastinated all day. I wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but I was scared of losing her. I had come to depend on her for so many things, and none of them had anything to do with the fact she’d been basically supporting me for three months. I’d seriously become immune to other women, I think. In the past, when one left another was waiting in the wings. Any port in a storm was my personal motto. All of a sudden, unless it’s Elly’s private port, I didn’t want anything to do with it.

  I finally took a shower around four thirty and walked over towards where her bus was. I was almost there when I saw the door open and Elly step into view. Right behind her, some blonde GQ looking guy stepped out. I’ll be a son of a bitch! What the hell was she doing? I stood behind one of the other buses and watched. They were talking and laughing and Elly looked really comfortable with him. I’d never seen the guy around the set. If he was one of the producers, he was new. Was it possible she met someone new that quickly and was already sleeping with him? She did have sex with me the first time we met…in a bathroom of all places…

  They took off and I started following them. It was like I was on auto pilot. I didn’t make a conscious decision to follow them, I just did. I wasn’t a stalker. I wasn’t even one to follow a girl, ever. Usually it was because I didn’t give a shit enough about what someone else was doing to go through that much trouble over it. But there was this question in the back of my mind about why she seemed so familiar with this guy. Here she was not speaking to me because she thought that I’d screwed Brooke yet she was flitting around Colorado with some guy, laughing it up. I followed them out onto the street and watched as they turned left and headed down to the shopping area there. It was in walking distance and there were three or four restaurants. They were still talking and laughing. What the hell could she have so much to talk to this asshole about?

  The sidewalk wasn’t crowded but there were enough people out and about that I could blend in. I saw them step into a nice, expensive looking steakhouse. New boyfriend must have some money, I figured. Feeling like a creeper, but unable to force myself to leave, I sat outside the restaurant and waited for them to come out. I definitely knew where to come if I ever decided that Elly’s pussy wasn’t the only one I wanted. I was sitting right in front of the bar part of the restaurant and I got hit on by pleasantly drunk women at least three times before Elly and Preppy Boy finally came out. Like the creepy stalker I had become, I ducked behind an SUV and watched them. They still looked happy…assholes!

  They started back towards the lot, but then I saw Yuppie boy grab Elly around the waist with both hands. I was standing too far away to see her face, but she didn’t look to be protesting. Then he spun her around and pulled her up against him. I can’t describe the feeling it gave me to watch her kiss him. It was like this sick feeling in my gut that moved up into my chest the more I watched. I honestly don’t think I’d ever experienced jealousy before. I was glad, because it was a really shitty feeling. When it hit my chest, it turned into rage and I seriously wanted to kick someone’s ass.

  I turned around and left, mostly afraid that I’d do something stupid if I stayed. I wanted to re-arrange his pretty face so badly but I had a feeling if I did that, I’d end up spending some time in a Colorado jail. I walked back over to the lot. My head was spinning, wondering what Elly was trying to do. Was this GQ creep a revenge fuck…or was he something more? The fact that she seemed to know him so well really bugged me. I started to head for my own bus, but I realized that I still needed to get it over with. I wanted her to look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what was going on with him. She’d had the nerve to accuse me of things I hadn’t done; it was time for her to face up to her own actions.

  I went and sat on the step of her bus and waited for her to come back. I had to do some fancy self-talking about the boyfriend. If he came with her and said so much as a word to me, I just wasn’t sure if I’d be able to walk away without punching him in the mouth. Of course then I’d end up in jail and my shot at the million dollars would be blown. Fuck! Life was so much easier when I literally didn’t give a shit about anyone and everyone. I used to fuck a chick in the back room of the bar and not even bat an eye when she was making out with another guy ten minutes later. Shit, I had preferred it that way. Then why the hell was I acting like a creepy, jilted lover, skulking around in the dark?

  I still waited in spite of how creepy I felt. I couldn’t convince myself not to. I had been waiting for about twenty minutes when I saw her coming towards me. She was by herself and I jumped up off the step and stood there waiting for her, both relieved and surprised that the prep school dude wasn’t with her. At least I didn’t have to kick his ass that night. I was confused about why she was there alone, though. From the looks of that kiss, the next stop was going to be bed. Or maybe that was why she was here…to get her things and head over to his place. Who the fuck was this guy anyways?

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ELLY

  I was walking through the back lot, not really paying much attention to anything around me. I was so pissed. Cole had just proved that all men were snakes. They all only wanted one thing. I’d actually had a good time with him at the fair. That was why I’d agreed to go out to dinner with him. It was almost as comfortable as things used to be between us, before my boyfriend died and everything had gotten out of hand…We were laughing and talking about old times. He was telling me that he had a serious girlfriend back home and he was even thinking about proposing. I was happy for him until….That thought was crossing my mind just as I looked up and saw Tristan standing next to the door of my bus. Just like that, at the sight of him in the dark, that little ember that smoldered for him in the pit of my belly flared up and lit my whole world on fire. I almost smiled…and then I remembered what he’d done and that I was still really mad at him.

  “What are you doing here?” I said. I was trying not to sound too bitchy, just in case he’d come to apologize. I should have known that was a delusion on my part. He looked pissed and I thought god help me if he was going to try and turn this one around on me, too. I wasn’t going to let him off that easy this time. I wasn’t sure that even if he did apologize that I’d ever trust him again. The week I’d had with men had put me in such a bad mood that he’d be lucky to leave with his head still on his shoulders.

  “Oh I don’t know,” he said in his most sarcastic tone, “I guess I was just hanging around, hoping to meet the new boyfriend. I thought at the
very least I deserved an introduction to my replacement.”

  “What?” I honestly had no clue what he was talking about. Did he see me with Cole and misunderstand?

  “You know, the preppy fucker you went out with tonight. I’m surprised you’re home so soon. After that kiss I saw outside the restaurant, I assumed you’d be rolling around doing the nasty on some no-tell motel sheets by now.”

  “Excuse me?” He was definitely talking about Cole. Had he seen us by accident? He obviously didn’t stay and watch the whole thing. The fact that he was watching at all kind of pissed me off so I said, “What are you a fucking stalker now?”

  He kind of laughed, but it wasn’t an amused laugh in any form. His tone was still sarcastic but I actually thought I heard some pain in it too. Maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.

  “No, I’m the dumb fuck who thought he was still your boyfriend,” he said. “I came to talk to you and saw you with that other guy.”

  “Oh, you thought you were still my boyfriend, did you?” I was really pissed now, “You thought you could just come here and bat your eyelashes and I’d forgive you like I always do?” That made me have a sudden thought and I said, “If you came here to talk to me, then how’d you see the kiss? That didn’t happen here.”

  “At least you’re not trying to deny it,” he said. Nervy bastard that he was. “No, you two walked away from here all happy and chatty. Oh shit! That’s it, isn’t it? He fucked you here before he took you out to dinner. That explains why you looked so comfortable together. Smart guy, get the goods up front and then you know whether or not paying for dinner will be worth it.”

  “How fucking dare you? You have to be kidding me right now. First of all, when the fuck have you ever paid for dinner? It would kill you to do anything romantic. You’re a selfish prick and you don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself. All you ever wanted from me was sex and you got that, so fucking just move on already. It wasn’t like we both didn’t know it would happen someday.”

  “I’m selfish and unromantic because I’m pissed about finding out you’re screwing some other guy? I’m supposed to be a fucking robot with no feelings, Elly? That shit’s not supposed to hurt? You’ve just been sitting around, waiting for me to screw up? Thanks! It feels so good to know that the first girl I ever called my fucking girlfriend went into it thinking it wasn’t going to last. Is that why you started seeing this guy? You wanted a back-up ready for when we broke up? How long has this been going on? While you’ve been acting all holier than thou this whole time?”

  “Fuck you, Tristan. There is nothing going on. What you saw, first of all, was me going to hang out with a guy that I’ve known for years, since high school. He happened to be in town and he called me. When went to the fair. I didn’t so much as hold his hand.”

  “Then you came back here and…?”

  “I have no idea where you are getting your nerve from right now, but because I have nothing to hide, I’ll tell you. We came back here and he sat up front while I took a shower. Then, we went out to dinner. The whole time, stupid me…I thought it was just two old friends hanging out. We talked about my parents and his mom. We told old stories from high school and caught up on people we haven’t seen in a while. He told me about his girlfriend and his new job…”

  “What about you, Elly? Did you tell him about your boyfriend?”

  “No, Tristan, because what was I going to say? I was supposed to tell him that I did have a boyfriend for a very short time but I’d just found him with a naked chick on his bus…”

  “Fuck that, Elly! Is that all there is to me? Really? I honestly thought that you were the one person who saw something in me a little bit deeper than that.”

  “I thought I did,” I told him. “That all went out the window when I found you with her. Now, you’re following me around like some creeper…only you suck at it. You missed the best part. After dinner, the kiss you saw was when he showed his true colors. He’s a stinking punk like every other man I know.”

  He crossed his arms and with a smug look he said, “You didn’t seem to mind. I didn’t see you pulling away.”

  I wanted to throttle him. I wanted to pound my fists into his chest. Thank god for my impulse control.

  “Really, Tristan? Seriously? I swear you’re the worst stalker in history. You followed us, sneaked around a restaurant for what…an hour and a half? Then you see him grab and kiss me and miss the part where I tried to push away and he grabbed my ass? Or the part where as soon as he grabbed my ass I slapped him hard across the face? Why did you leave? You’d waited that long.” He looked like he didn’t want to answer that question. That made me want an answer even more. “Come on Tristan, tell me. Why did you leave before the final show?”

  He mumbled then and he didn’t look at me as he said, “I didn’t want to watch you kiss him.”

  I hated my fucking ability to feel empathy for anyone sometimes. He sounded so sad when he said that I had this crazy urge to fling myself into his arms and say that I’m sorry. I was a frigging idiot. I took a deep breath and fought through that crazy thought.

  “Whether I have a boyfriend or not, Cole had no right to kiss me or to put his hands on me. I gave him no indication today that would be okay and I’m sick of men thinking I’m just there for the taking. I’m sick of men period. You had no right following me, and the only thing worse than what I saw between you and Brooke the other night would have been if you caught me with a dick inside of me. So fuck you, Tristan! I’ve had a long day and I’m going to bed.”

  He was standing there like the idiot he was with a confused look on his face as I brushed past him and went into my bus and slammed the door. I swear I must have had smoke coming out my ears I was so pissed off. I hated them all! I swear if one person with a penis had walked in the door right then, I may have been tempted to cut it off.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  TRISTAN

  I stood there next to the bus for a long time after she walked away. I felt like shit. I felt worse than before I came to talk to her and I wished that I could press rewind and start over. I’d really fucked up that conversation. I’d completely forgotten that I came to clear my name in the first place. All I could think about was seeing that guy with his hands and his lips on her. For the first time in my life I gave a shit and it hurt. I finally realized that I needed to walk away from her bus before one of the other girls came back…or security walked by and saw me. I’d really get the reputation of being a creepy stalker then. The people on these sets loved nothing more than gossip; I figured that shit out when I was just a kid.

  As I walked back to my own bus, I didn’t know what the fuck to think. She seemed genuinely pissed at me. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the stalking or the accusations or both. Knowing Elly, I don’t think she would have been that pissed if she’d really fucked that guy. She was pretty genuine most of the time…shit…all of the time. It was the thing that attracted me to her in the first place. At first it had only been about sex, but the reason I’d wanted her so badly had been because she’d been so enthusiastic about it. She moaned and groaned and shuddered at all the right times. The little mewling sounds she made when I licked her…fuck, I was getting a boner just thinking about it. Then I actually got to know her and I found out that she lived her life like that. If she was happy about something, she showed it. If she was pissed, she showed that, too. I’d be willing to bet that she hadn’t lied to me about anything; hopefully that wasn’t just wishful thinking. But now I really wanted to kick the pretty boy’s ass.

  I was almost back to my bus when I saw the two security guys that had dragged Brooke out. I remembered when Tony was talking about Brooke earlier; I had thought about the cameras on the lot and wondered if that was how he’d known. He said it was from the security report, but that doesn’t mean the cameras didn’t catch some of it. I looked up at the camera mounted on the light pole above my head and then towards the backs of the security officers as they continued on t
heir path.

  “Hey!” I called after them. The bigger one, Brad, turned around and said,

  “Yes?”

  I walked over to where they’d stopped walking and said, “How are you guys doing tonight?”

  “We’re okay; at least it’s not raining.”

  “I hear that. I don’t know whose brilliant idea it was to book a bunch of outdoor concerts in the middle of fucking fall, huh?”

  Brad said, “I haven’t had a chance to talk to you since that night, but I had to write a report about Brooke. She clawed the shit out of my arms.”

  “Yeah, I saw Tony today, he told me. That sucks man, I’m sorry about that.”

  He shrugged and said, “One of the hazards of our job. I wanted to get a tetanus shot, though, so I had to report it.” I could tell he felt guilty, or he was worried I’d be mad.

  I decided it was a good time to ask him what I wanted to ask. “It’s really okay. She was the crazy one, not me. I was wondering, though, if I could ask you guys another favor?”

  “You don’t have another naked girl in your bus, do you?” It was the little guy and he actually looked a little too hopeful about that.

  I laughed, “No man.”

  “Damn!” he said, with a grin. His partner was grinning too. Good, because I knew that what I was about to ask them for was pushing the boundaries of their jobs. I wanted them in a good mood.

  “Yeah,” I said, “But I found out the hard way that one naked chick isn’t necessarily as good as the next.”

  “Or as sane,” the bigger one said. “Crazy bitch tried to bite me and I’m pretty sure that some of my skin is probably still underneath her fingernails.”

  “I’m sorry, man. I really appreciated your help though.”

  He shrugged again and said, “Yeah well, it’s our job. What is it we can do for you?”

  I pointed up at the camera trained on my front door and said, “Any chance at all you could get me a copy of the security tape from the other night?”