Turns out, we didn’t have to negotiate for the non-compete clause in her contract to be waived. She didn’t have to quit, either, because the CEO fired Marcus on the spot and gave Morgan his job. In a few days, she went from worried about the future of her career to essentially running the whole company.
When the CEO called her to tell her the news, we were still in bed. She threw her arms around me and kissed me harder before climbing on top of me and sitting up, her legs straddling either side of my body.
My cock jumped to attention immediately. How could it not? Her irresistible pussy was right on top of it. I groaned.
“You are driving me crazy, Morgan. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
“I’m starting to learn,” she said as she rocked her hips back and forth over my cock. The velvety, soft lips kissed the underside of my shaft as I groaned.
“Just like the first time,” she whispered. “In your rehearsal space.”
“Mm,” I groaned. “You were such a dirty girl that day.”
“You make me that way.”
I shifted my hips and slipped my cock inside her. She gasped, and then a soft smile stretched over her lips as she accepted my cock deep inside her, exactly where it belonged.
We made love slowly and tenderly that morning. I watched her face as it went from desire, to pleasure, to pure ecstasy, and my heart grew in my chest. I felt like my whole body was humming with a different sort of energy, and I knew I’d found the woman for me.
Morgan was strong, and clever, and independent. She wasn’t star-struck, and she treated me like a regular person. I never thought I’d like that as much as I did.
When she came that morning, I knew that I loved her. It would take me another three months before I worked up the courage to tell her, but I knew. The sun was streaming in through the sheer curtains, giving her beautiful body a soft golden glow. Her tits were bouncing up and down as she rode my cock, and her perfect, pink lips were stretched into a smile.
She looked into my eyes, and I could see the same love reflected in them.
When I finally did tell her that I loved her, we had just gotten back from our world tour and we were making dinner together. She was stirring a pot of pasta sauce, closing her eyes and smelling it. She looked over at me and smiled.
“Smells good.”
“I love you,” I replied. Her eyes widened ever so slightly, and then her beautiful smile got wider.
“I love you too,” she said.
That’s what I loved about her. Things were simple. I didn’t need to drink, or party, or find girls to distract me. Morgan grounded me and showed me what life was like. She reminded me what it meant to love someone, and to feel their love back.
We laid in bed, and she traced the lines of my tattoos as I groaned in contentment. I was happy, and so was she. I took her hand in mine and pulled her close to me, happy that I got to fall asleep next to her and wake up with her every single day.
Morgan continued to be our Personal Relations Manager, but she didn’t take on many other clients. She was too busy running the company. The CEO was impressed by her, and I could tell he thought he should have given her Marcus’ job years ago.
Carter and Maddox joked about ‘personal relations’ between Morgan and I, but Morgan just laughed and did her job stunningly well. Our album launch was the best yet, and after a worldwide tour, we were back in the studio. It was easier to write music than it had ever been, because I had my muse. I had Morgan.
Lacie and Veronica stayed part of the team as well, because Maddox and Carter wouldn’t have it any other way. Those aren’t my stories, though, so I’ll let them tell their own tales. Let’s just say, that first week was crazy for all of us.
Brenda ended up leaving Hollywood, because word had gotten out about her infidelity and her new prissy-ass fake musician boyfriend found another woman to shack up with. I was a bit sad for her, but a big part of me was happy she was gone. She’d caused me so much pain, and I was ready to move on.
I knew the child Brenda had gotten rid of wasn’t mine, but I still mourned the loss of it. I don’t know how I would have reacted if I’d known she was pregnant, but I know my life would be very different than it is now. In a way, it’s better that things worked out the way they did.
I never thought I wanted kids, but life with Morgan was so easy that I was starting to reconsider it. She was focused on her career, though, and I was focused on mine. Maybe, in time, we’d adopt. I’d heard that vasectomy reversals were possible, but I hadn’t broached the subject with her yet.
For now, I was happy just to be with her and to make music with my band. It felt like we had our whole lives ahead of us, so I wasn’t worried about rushing anything.
The day that we finished our next album, Morgan was the first one that listened to it. We sat in the living room and I played it over the sound system. She leaned against my chest as she listened to the songs I’d composed for her. I was oddly nervous as I heard the music that said all the things I was too shy to say out loud.
My heart thumped against her, and I squeezed my arm around her as she listened to the music of my love for her. She lifted her head up and kissed me, and we made love on the sofa, exactly where we had made love the first time.
“I love it,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she meant the album, or our lives, or my cock, but it didn’t matter.
“I love you,” I replied. She smiled and kissed me again, sighing contentedly against me.
I’d found my love and she’d found me, and we were happy.
The End
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Rock Hard Series: Book 2
Maddox
A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance
Lilian Monroe
Chapter 1 - Maddox
My head was splitting.
Every time I hit the drums, it sent a shockwave of pain through my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, gulping down water between songs. My throat felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs.
Rehearsal was a struggle today. It was my own fault, really. I’d gone out drinking with my bandmates. Well, mostly just Garrett and I, since Carter wasn’t partying anymore. We’d gone out the night before as well, and countless nights before that, too. Somehow, over the past few months, we’d gone off the rails. Each of us had our reasons: Garrett had shit with his ex, Carter was going through some financial stuff and me… well, I’d been hit with some family legal issues that I wasn’t quite ready to face yet.
I’d been avoiding them for a long time. Avoiding the emails marked ‘urgent’ and ‘please reply’. Avoiding the envelopes sent to my house and the incessant phone calls from blocked numbers. My lawyer was at her wit’s end, I knew it, but I still couldn’t face her. I just partied to numb the pain of it all.
And now as I sat sweating at my drum kit, the stench of alcohol seeping out of my pores, I knew something had to change.
I messed up a song and the three of us stopped playing. Garrett, our lead singer and guitarist, glanced back at me and I could see the annoyance in his eyes. Nerves were frayed, and tensions were at an all-time high.
“You do remember how to play the drums, don’t you?” Garrett said, his dark eyes even darker than usual. I rolled my eyes and clutched my drumsticks until my knuckles
turned white.
All three of us had strong personalities. We’d grown up together, and we often butted heads. We were always able to put it aside for the band, though. For the music. In the rehearsal space, in the studio, on stage—we were equals.
But Garrett was looking at me with fire in his eyes and the tension between us was escalating. Carter, our bassist, cleared his throat.
“Let’s just take it from the top,” he grumbled, eyeing both of us. “Then we can go out and get a fucking beer.”
Garrett grunted, turning back to his microphone and I counted us in. We stumbled through the song but made it to the end relatively unscathed.
The three of us were silent.
“How the fuck are we supposed to go on a world tour if we can’t even play our own fucking music?” Garrett grumbled.
Carter scoffed. “He’s just fucking hungover, man.”
I grunted in agreement.
Garrett dragged his fingers through his hair and shook his head. Carter glanced at me, pursing his lips. I shrugged.
Was this how bands broke up? They just stopped being able to play together? Other shit just got in the way and then they couldn’t talk to each other anymore?
The thought of us breaking up made my heart squeeze in my chest, and I smashed my drumsticks against the drums in frustration.
It sent another wave of pain and nausea through me, and I closed my eyes to try to regain control over my rebelling body.
When I opened my eyes, Garrett and Carter were looking at me, and I stood up in frustration.
“I need a break,” I grumbled, brushing past them to walk out the rehearsal space. I stalked down the hallway and out the front door, sinking down on the front steps of the building. It was an old building in a mostly abandoned industrial park in town. Bands rented out various rooms to rehearse in, since there were no neighbors to bother.
We’d been rehearsing there for years. Even after we hit it big with our second album we still kept the same rehearsal space. It was like our second home. If we weren’t in the studio, we were here.
I’d sat on those steps many times. I looked up at the sky, wishing I could see stars through the smog and light pollution of Los Angeles. I took a deep breath, dropping my head in my hands, and then my phone rang.
I answered it without thinking.
“Maddox!” My lawyer’s voice sounded through the receiver. I grunted. “Don’t hang up!”
Hillary sounded excited that I’d actually picked up her call. She was a tough woman, all business all the time. The excitement in her voice wasn’t typical.
“Listen, Maddox, I really need to speak with you. Are you available to come in to my office this week?”
“Not really,” I said, not knowing if it was true or not, but having no desire to make the trip to go see her. “Just tell me what you need to tell me over the phone.”
She sighed, and seemed to weigh her options. Finally she made a noise.
“Fine. Well, as you know I’ve been working hard to get your parents’ estate in order since the accident. They named your sister as the executor of their estate.”
My heart squeezed. “I know all this already, Hillary.”
I didn’t want to talk about this, but I let her continue.
“Yes, yes. I know. Well, we’ve finally made some progress. There’s a clause in their will, buried deep in the small print, that you actually do have access to half their estate! It was in a new version of their will that I hadn’t seen before.”
“I don’t want any of their money,” I spat bitterly. “Let Maggie keep it.”
“Maddox…”
“I mean it.”
There was silence on the line, and Hillary sighed.
“Maddox, I know this has been tough, and I know that your sister hasn’t made it any easier on you.”
“You don’t know shit, Hillary! What do you know about my situation?”
Hillary was quiet for a moment, and I knew I shouldn’t have lashed out at her. She’d been my parents’ lawyer before being mine, and was as close to a true mother figure as I’d ever had.
“I know that your parents were proud of you,” she said quietly
I scoffed. “Proud of me? You think they were proud of me? They’d have been proud of me if I’d have sold my soul to Wall Street and followed in my father’s footsteps. They’d have been proud of me if I’d have dressed in a fucking monkey suit every day and gone to work for The Man. Being part of a rock band didn’t exactly follow their expectations.”
“I know they were proud of you. Your mother told me so one night. She said you had followed your dreams and she’d wished she could have done the same.”
My chest squeezed and I tried to blink the tears away. I shook my head.
“They thought I was a fuck-up. They saw tattoos and loud music and nothing more.” But Hillary’s words pierced through my chest, and I took a deep breath. What if they had been proud of me?
Almost six months ago, they’d died in a freak boating accident. They’d both drowned, and I’d been the one to identify their bloated, blue bodies. They still visited me in my nightmares.
Then, my sister had tried to cut me out of their will.
Hillary’s voice was gentle when she continued. “Maddox,” she said, her tone almost motherly. “You’ll inherit your share of the estate if you get married by the time you’re thirty.”
I frowned as the world spun around me, and this time it didn’t feel like it was my hangover.
“What?”
“You’re set to inherit three quarters of a billion dollars if you get married within the next two months.”
“What the fuck?”
“They must have added the clause in after they found another lawyer. I knew nothing about it until I reviewed the will for the hundredth time.”
“They wanted me to get married? Why?”
Hillary sighed. “Maddox, they wanted you to be happy.”
I was dizzy. Even the cool evening air did nothing to calm my swirling thoughts. Married?! How was I supposed to find a wife? How could I trust anyone with this? I hadn’t even had a long-term girlfriend since I’d dropped out of college to be in the band!
“I’ll call you back, Hillary.”
“Tomorrow. Call me tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
“Try not to be so hungover when you call me back. We’ve got lots to talk about.”
A grin spread over my lips and I laughed. It was almost unfamiliar to be laughing, it had been so long since I’d done it. I grunted.
“You could tell?”
“I’ve known you since you were four, Maddox,” she said gently. “Your parents and I were friends long before I was their lawyer.”
“Alright,” I said.
“Alright,” she replied, and we hung up. I stared at the blank screen on my phone, frowning. I must have sat there for a long time, because I jumped when a heavy palm fell on my shoulder. I looked up to see Garrett looking down at me, his eyebrows drawn together.
“You okay?”
It was an apology for how he’d spoken to me earlier. I knew it, and he didn’t have to say the words. I nodded, getting up and clapping my hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I replied. I accept your apology.
“Tony’ll be here any minute,” he said. I checked the time on my phone and grunted. Our manager was coming by to check on us. “We’re meeting our new Personal Relations team tonight.”
I snorted. “Our PR team’ll have their work cut out for them.”
Garrett just grinned, and nodded towards the door. We went back inside to do what we did best: play some music.
Chapter 2 - Lacie
“I can’t believe you were able to get us all on the same team,” I breathed, looking at Morgan with wide eyes. She worked for a Personal Relations firm for all kinds of different celebrities in Los Angeles, and she’d managed to get both me and our friend Veronica on the same job. I’d be doing hair and makeup and
Veronica would be the full-time photographer for the next six weeks.
We were going to be working with the biggest band in the USA, maybe the world: The Mondays.
Morgan grinned. “I’m not sure it’s a good thing. I’m pretty sure Marcus gave me this assignment to watch me fail, just so he could demote me or fire me.”
Veronica laughed. “I’m not sure I really care. I’ll be able to put this on my resume for the rest of my life!”
“That makes one of us,” Morgan laughed. “I’ll wait to put this on my resume to see if they actually behave themselves. From what I’ve seen in their file, they’re not exactly PR-friendly.”
I’d seen the press—we all had. The Mondays had been on a six-month bender of self-destruction. They’d gone from America’s dream band to tabloid fodder in a matter of weeks.
“You’ll be great,” Veronica said, putting her arm around Morgan’s shoulder.
I nodded. “Plus, they’re all super hot.”
I’d seen the photos and music videos and all the press around the band. All three men were muscled, tattooed giants. They just screamed ‘man’ whenever you looked at them. The thought of being in the same room as them for the next week—and if things went well, on a world tour with them—well, it made me warm in all the right places.
Morgan grinned, nodding to the nondescript building in front of us. It looked almost abandoned. If it weren’t for the distant noises of bands practicing in various corners of the building, I might have thought we had the wrong address.
“Let’s go meet these guys.”
“Hold on to your panties, ladies,” I joked. “I hear these guys are lethal.”
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