My Rock #5 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #5)

by Taylor, Alycia

  Fuck! “Yeah, sure.” I followed the little prick into his office and we sat down. “What’s up?”

  “We had to let our intern go…Elly, the one that sang with you.”

  Asshole acted like maybe I didn’t know her name. I sang with her and then I fucking kissed her. They fired her for having a “relationship” with me. All that and I was too shallow or stupid to even know her name. This guy really needed a beat down.

  “Why?” I asked, more to see what he would say than anything else.

  “Because the staff is warned when they get hired against having personal relationships with contestants. We can’t have that. It looks bad. She knew the rules and she blatantly defied them.”

  Pompous ass. “So are you letting me go too?” I was trying to stay calm, just in case they weren’t. If he said yes, I was going to punch the mother fucker in his pinched up little face. Not so much for me as for Elly.

  “No, we’re not going to let you go.” Relief washed over me as he said, “The competition is too close to being over. It would be a huge scandal. Elly was an intern, no one is going to miss her. If we kicked you off, we’d have to answer a lot of uncomfortable questions.” The only drawback was that I didn’t get to feel the squishy flesh of his fat little face against my fist.

  He looked like he thought I should hug him or something. Fuck him. Fuck them all for what they did to Elly. I would have loved nothing more than to tell them all what I thought. No, that’s not true. I’d have loved nothing more than to kick that guy’s ass and then tell them all what I thought. But I also wanted their million dollars…I needed it. So I took a deep breath and held it in. I learned a thing or two from that boring anger management class the doctor made me go to three days a week.

  “Okay,” I finally said. “That it?”

  “Yes, just make sure that it doesn’t happen again.”

  He thought I was a serial staff fucker, I guess. “Yeah, right,” I said. I walked out of their shaking my head, wondering how you got to be such an uptight little fuck.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ELLY

  I was lying in bed, studying—or trying at least. I had a test coming up in my English class. Actually, I was more just trying to keep my mind on my studies to keep it off of other things. It wasn’t working. All I could think about was what they were doing at work. It was nine a.m. and if I was there, we’d be setting things up. I missed Molly. Even knowing that she wouldn’t judge me, I still hadn’t called her. I needed to do that, and move past it. I needed to find another job before the next semester started. I really didn’t want to have to ask my parents for money. They would give it to me without question, but I was twenty-two years old. It was past time for me to take care of myself. Sighing, I tried to return my focus to my book. Just about the time I did, my phone started ringing. Grateful for the distraction, I grabbed it off the nightstand and looked at it. I didn’t recognize the number.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, is this Elly?”

  “Yes.”

  “Hi Elly, it’s Jake.”

  I sat straight up. What is Jake calling me for? Was it not enough humiliation to be fired? Was he calling to rub it in? Did he want to tell me how badly I’d disappointed him?

  “Hi Jake…”

  “I know it’s last minute, but I was wondering if you had time to meet with me this morning?”

  “Um…” What the hell does he want? Of course I have the time. I don’t have a job to get in the way any longer. “Sure, okay. What time?”

  “Within the hour?”

  Damn! I just couldn’t imagine what he wanted. Why didn’t he just say all he had to say the other day?

  “Okay, sure. I’ll be there.” I hung up with a knot in my stomach. I’d done good not wallowing. I hadn’t cried and I wasn’t freaking out about money…okay, I was obsessing a little, but still not too bad. Why did he want to do this to me? Why couldn’t he just talk to me on the phone? Maybe he was going to offer my job back. No way…maybe? Maybe they were going to let Tristan go after all and he wanted to tell me it was all my fault.

  Shit! I needed to just go find out before I drove myself nuts wondering about it. I bounced out of bed and quickly dressed in one of my best business suits. Just in case he wanted to ask me back, I wanted to look professional. I pulled my hair back and did my make-up. By the time I was ready, I had convinced myself that since they didn’t kick Tristan off, maybe they decided it wasn’t fair to let me go. I knew I might be disappointed when I got there, but for the time being, it was a nice fantasy.

  I passed Tony in the hall when I got to the studio. He gave me a weird look like he was wondering what I was doing there. It was, in the immortal words of Tristan, none of his fucking business. He looked like he was going to say something to me but I stepped into Jake’s outer office before he could. I thought Tristan was right; Tony was kind of a little prick.

  “Hi, Jenny,” I said to the assistant who was sitting behind her desk, “Jake wanted to see me.”

  “Yes, he’s expecting you, Elly. Go on in.” Jenny smiled at me, genuinely. I guess they’re not all pricks.

  I knocked first and he called for me to come in. When I opened the door he stood up from behind his desk and smiled. It wasn’t the same look he’d given me the last time we met, he seemed sincerely happy to see me. That was a good sign. Surely he wouldn’t be so happy about the prospect of lecturing me.

  “Hello, Elly. Thank you for coming in.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said. Please just tell me what you want so I can stop worrying about it.

  “Go ahead and have a seat.” We both sat down and he said, “First of all, I have to say congratulations on your performance the other night. I couldn’t really say that in front of Clint and Tony, but I thought you were incredible.”

  I was flabbergasted, “Thank you,” was all I could say. He was the executive producer. I had to wonder why he cared what Clint or Tony thought. I laughed inwardly at myself. I was starting to think a lot like Tristan.

  “I was wondering if you’re still interested in working the tour?”

  Now I was beyond flabbergasted. I almost fell off my chair.

  “You still want me to?” I said. He’d just fired me—hadn’t he?

  “Yes, I still want you to. I think you’re extremely talented and if there had been more than a couple of shows left, I would have fought for you. I was disappointed, I’ll admit, but you’re young and things happen. I just didn’t see the point in all that drama for a couple of weeks more.”

  “Oh, wow! Thank you so much, Jake.” It meant a lot to me to know he respected my work ethic. I thought that had gotten lost in the shuffle. “I’d love to do the tour! I’m so excited.” I had already set up my online classes for next semester after the last time we talked about this. After they fired me though, I thought that the tour was part of the show and I was kicked off that, too. I hadn’t even questioned it. Jake was smiling as I gushed. He slid a pile of papers over to me and said,

  “This is the contract. Read it over and sign on the yellow lines for me and it’s official.”

  I couldn’t stop smiling. I probably looked like an idiot, but I had the job, so I didn’t care. I signed it all, skimming through it. The salary was at the top of the first page and it was more than generous. Yay me!

  Jake looked them over after I handed them back and then said, “Welcome aboard…again.”

  “Thank you, Jake, sincerely. I won’t mess this up.”

  “I know you won’t,” he said. He walked me out and Tony was still lurking in the hall. I knew that he was dying to know what was going on. I smiled broadly at him, just to make him wonder more.

  I was walking on air when I got outside. My phone started ringing and I hoped it was Susie or Tristan so I could tell them what just happened. I pulled it out of my purse and saw that it was my mother. The last time I talked to her was the night I sang with Tristan. Her and my dad both were gushing over my performance.

 
“Hi, Mom,”

  “Hi, baby. How are you? Am I interrupting you at work?”

  I didn’t tell her about getting kicked off the show. She and my dad were so excited for me, especially after they saw me sing with Tristan, I didn’t want them to be disappointed in me.

  “No, you’re not interrupting me. I’m good, Mom, what’s up?”

  “Dad and I will be there tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow? I thought you weren’t coming until Thursday.”

  “We got an earlier flight. Is that okay?”

  “Of course,” I said. “I can’t wait to see you guys!”

  “We can’t wait to see you either. I’ll let you get back to work. I love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  I hung up and thought about Tristan. When I thought they weren’t coming until Thursday I thought it would be easy to hide him for a couple of days. There was no way I could hide him for three and a half. They were staying at a hotel but they were going to want to come over. I was going to have to let them meet him. Shit! My mother would talk to him like he was my boyfriend and god only knows what Tristan would say. He was such a wild card. Damn it! They’d know he was staying with Susie and me and they’d want to know why he was there if he’s not my boyfriend—not that they’d be okay with it if he was. If I told them he’s in recovery, they’d think about my late boyfriend and my mother would have a coronary. Shit! I couldn’t very well introduce him as what he really was—my fuck buddy.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  TRISTAN

  I woke up on Tuesday morning to Elly and Susie cleaning like crazy people. Susie was dusting and I could see Elly’s fine ass bent over the mop in the kitchen. She wondered why I woke up with wood in my pants.

  I sat up, in my female apartment appropriate pajama pants that were approved by Susie herself and said, “Is there an inspection going on today?”

  “Kind of,” Susie said, “It’s meet the parents day.” She looked pleased, probably because she knew I’d be annoyed. Fuck!

  “Your parents?” I asked her, hopefully. At least Susie’s parents wouldn’t wonder why I was staying with their daughter she could blame that on Elly.

  “No, mine.” Elly said. Double fuck!

  I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and said, “Are they staying here?”

  “No, they got a hotel room. But, they’ll be here soon; I’d appreciate it if you’re dressed and you go along with what I’m going to tell them about you.”

  “Which is?”

  “That you’re my friend and you needed a place to stay while you’re a contestant on the show. They don’t need to know you’re from L.A. As far as they know, you’re from out of town.”

  “Cool, I can go along with that,” I said. I was glad she didn’t want me to pretend to be the boyfriend. I was nothing less than a parent’s nightmare in that department. “I’m going to take a shower.”

  “Thank you, Tristan,” Elly said.

  “No problem,” I wasn’t worried about the parents. I wasn’t even worried about the show. It was round nine and I felt like I had it in the bag. Being sober was good. It was all an even keel, no up and down shit. I took my shower and got dressed and by the time her parents rang the bell, I was perfectly presentable, as long as the tats didn’t bother them. If they did, I really didn’t give a shit.

  “Hi, Mom! Dad!” Elly said when she opened the door. They all hugged and kissed and then her parents hugged and kissed Susie too. I couldn’t help but wonder how different my life would have been if I’d had parents like that. They were like sit com parents. They even looked the part. When they all finished hugging and kissing Elly turned to me and said, “Tristan, this is my Mom and Dad. Mom, Dad, Tristan Rogers.”

  I shook Dad’s hand and said hello to Mom who was giving me the once over. I could tell she thought I was the boyfriend and she was sizing me up. It might have been fun to know what she was thinking. On the other hand….

  “Tristan’s borrowing our couch for a few weeks while he’s in town for the show.”

  “Oh…that’s nice,” her mother said. “Where are you from, Tristan?”

  “Uh…San Diego,” I lied. Shit, I could have said San Francisco. San Diego is like only a fucking hour away, why would I need to sleep on Elly’s couch?

  “I’ve never been there. Is it as beautiful as they say?”

  “More so,” I said. Elly gave me a ‘shut-up before you blow it’ look. I grinned at her and just to make her even more nervous I said, “So, are you folks coming to the show tonight?”

  Elly looked like she would shit right there. It was hilarious.

  “We’d love to!” her mother said. She looked at Elly and I watched Elly change her expression from the narrow-eyed evil she was shooting my way to a sweet smile. “Would that be okay?”

  “Wow, Mom, I’m not sure if there are seats left. I wasn’t expecting you guys today or I would have gotten you tickets.”

  I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet. They gave me four tickets for each show. I never used them; who the hell did I have to invite? I could just see my tweaker parents sitting in the front row.

  “I just happen to have four of them,” I said, grinning broader. Her mother turned back towards me and Elly flipped me off over her mother’s head.

  “Well, that’s awfully nice of you, Tristan. Are you sure your folks won’t need them?”

  I laughed in my head, it was like she’d read my thoughts. “Yeah, they won’t be able to make it tonight. You can all four go.”

  “I’m in!” Susie said.

  “Won’t you be working?” Elly’s dad asked her. I realized that was why she was so pissed. She hadn’t told them she got let go. Fuck, I was in trouble.

  “Elly took the night off when she heard you were coming,” I said, quickly. Her look was less hateful and more grateful that time.

  “Yeah, I was going to take you out to dinner, but since Tristan is being so generous, I guess we’ll go to the show first.”

  Her mother looked deliriously happy and although I’d started out just trying to aggravate Elly, it actually made me feel good to do something nice…for a change.

  “Then we can all go out to dinner!” her mother said.

  “I’m sure Tristan has other plans Mom,” Elly told her with another evil look in my direction. I was still smiling.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ELLY

  I tried to keep a low profile as my mother, father, Susie, and I filed into the theatre. I was embarrassed to face any of them, for one thing. Molly had called me twice in the past week, but I hadn’t felt like talking about it, so I hadn’t called her back. I thought about calling her after I had talked to Jake, but I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be telling people about the tour yet. Mostly, I didn’t want anyone to say anything about me not working there any longer in front of my parents. Damn Tristan anyways. I doubt he even thought about me being fired and that my parents might not know. The show was almost over. They didn’t need to know. I hated it when they were disappointed. They’d be proud of me for working on the tour.

  Tristan’s tickets were way down near the stage. We could almost reach out and touch the judges which thrilled my mother to no end.

  “We’ll be on TV!” she squealed like a little girl. It was fun to see her so happy, although I still wanted to kick Tristan’s ass. I knew he did it just to annoy me. He never did anything just to be nice. There always had to be something in it for him. It was actually a good thing that neither of us were looking for a relationship, because he would suck at it.

  There were only three contestants left: a girl, another guy, and Tristan. The girl, Rosa, went first. She was a young Hispanic girl, right out of high school. Personally, I thought she should maybe take some voice lessons and come back in a few years, but she’d made it that far, so what did I know? She sang a Rhianna song and she sounded just like Rhianna. That was good and bad, I thought. She was obviously talented, but the judges liked it more when the contestant did someth
ing original with their songs or their voices. When she finished, Diva said it was, “Great.” The country star said, “It was nice, but this late in the show, song choice is really important and he was worried about that one.” Then the producer, Mr. Brutal Honesty said, “I’m afraid you may have just blown it.” The girl was on the verge of tears, but to her credit, she bit it back and thanked them. She took her seat, completely composed. Ethan reached over and patted her back to comfort her. Tristan seemed like he was in his own head, as usual.

  Ethan went next. He did a song by Usher and he blew it out of the water. I could hear some of the girls in the audience chanting his name. He had that young, fresh look to him that the teenaged girls liked. I worried about that a little bit, because the bulk of the votes came from the pre-teen and teen girls. You know, the people with the time on their hands to sit around and vote. Tristan used to have that market cornered, but he had become more of a bad boy for us twenty-something’s.

  All three of the judges raved about Ethan when he was finished. My stomach was twisted into knots by the time it was Tristan’s turn. I didn’t think Ethan was better than him, but like I said, you never knew what America was going to do. It wasn’t always a singing contest; sometimes it was popularity, plain and simple.

  Tristan sang Dream On. It was originally done by Aerosmith. He sang it beautifully, better than Steven Tyler, if you were to ask me. When he got to the chorus, he ran around from one side of the stage to the other, getting the audience involved and fired up. It wasn’t that twitchy, nervous kind of energy he’d had when he was high—this was really communicating with his fans. He got all the girls in the audience on his side, that’s for sure. He was amazing and I felt like I used to when I was a girl and I watched him on television. My stomach was all aflutter.

  Tristan was back.

  Diva said, “Oh baby…that was amazing! You are a star!” Tristan smiled nicely and thanked her. He was good at playing the roles when he needed to, or at least when he was sober and things were going his way.