My Rock (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #1) by Alycia Taylor Page B
Authors: Alycia Taylor
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many one night
stands. I knew it was different with me. Girls got into that groupie mode and, naughty or nice, they
wanted to fuck me. I was trying to be nice. It would have been worse if I’d
fucked her again and then kicked her out, right?
“You want me to go?” she asked, struggling to unwrap
herself from the sheets and sit up.
“Yeah, sorry,” I said. I don’t think I sounded
sorry, but whatever. “I have some rehearsing to do today. Big week, you know.
I’m a finalist.” I tried the last part with a grin. I think it fell flat.
She narrowed her eyes at me and said, “Yeah, I
know.”
To her credit, she was at least not one of those
that clung and cried. She pulled her fine ass self-up out of bed and with her
head held high, she stormed naked out into the living room. I hopped up and
followed her for no other reason than my own amusement. I stood in the doorway
watching as she got dressed. She was so hot that for a second, I wondered if
she’d do a line with me if I asked. Then we could have some more of that
mind-numbing sex. Then I remembered that I only had a little left; I didn’t
really want to share.
She had on her jeans and once she finished putting
on her shirt she bent down to pick up her purse. I was trying to think of
something nice to say so she didn’t think I was a total dick. I finally decided
that it didn’t really matter. I honestly didn’t care if she thought I was a
dick or not. I watched her leave, slamming the door behind her without as much
as a good-bye. Oh well, I thought as I went to find my jeans and fish the vial
out of the pocket.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
ELLY
We were off on Monday, which turned out to be a good
thing. Once I’d gotten home from Tristan’s and showered, scrubbing every inch
of my body twice, I didn’t really have the energy or the motivation to do
anything but lay in my bed the rest of the day. The rest of the crew was
gearing up to start heading out East and those of us staying behind would be
free for a month and a half or so.
While I wallowed in my bed, Susie knocked a few
times but I ignored her. I knew she meant well, but she was going to want to
know how things went and I wasn’t in the mood to either lie or admit what a
skank I had become. I couldn’t believe that I was actually having sex with a
guy like that. If you put aside the fact that he was Tristan Rogers and once
upon a time he was famous, there was really nothing else there. He was
obviously self-centered, from the looks of his place he was both broke and a
slob, I was sure he was an alcoholic, and I suspected that he was using a lot
of drugs as well. What the hell was I thinking even going over there in the
first place? I never should’ve gone to the bar the first night.
The sex was good...no, great. I hated to admit it,
but there was no way I could deny it. It had been the best I’d ever had, both
times. Had it been worth the shot to my self-esteem though? My face still stung
every time I re-lived the humiliation of him telling me to leave. Not a
good-bye, not a kiss, not a fucking, just a, “Thank you, have a nice day.” Who
acts like that? I can’t even imagine treating someone that way, much less
someone that you’d just had sex with and slept cuddled up next to all night
long. God, I wished I’d just left last night.
Around three in the afternoon, my phone rang. It was
Jake. Why was he calling me? I thought I was supposed to call him? He probably
got my number from someone working on the show.
“Hello,” I said, trying to sound winded. That way if
he wanted to do that coffee today and talk about my career, I could say I was
right in the middle of my workout…or something. I didn’t think that I could go
out in public and act like a normal person that day.
“Hi, Elly, it’s Jake Gilley.”
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m doing well, but I wanted to apologize for not
calling you this weekend. It’s crazy right before we go on the road. Anyways, I
thought maybe we
stands. I knew it was different with me. Girls got into that groupie mode and, naughty or nice, they
wanted to fuck me. I was trying to be nice. It would have been worse if I’d
fucked her again and then kicked her out, right?
“You want me to go?” she asked, struggling to unwrap
herself from the sheets and sit up.
“Yeah, sorry,” I said. I don’t think I sounded
sorry, but whatever. “I have some rehearsing to do today. Big week, you know.
I’m a finalist.” I tried the last part with a grin. I think it fell flat.
She narrowed her eyes at me and said, “Yeah, I
know.”
To her credit, she was at least not one of those
that clung and cried. She pulled her fine ass self-up out of bed and with her
head held high, she stormed naked out into the living room. I hopped up and
followed her for no other reason than my own amusement. I stood in the doorway
watching as she got dressed. She was so hot that for a second, I wondered if
she’d do a line with me if I asked. Then we could have some more of that
mind-numbing sex. Then I remembered that I only had a little left; I didn’t
really want to share.
She had on her jeans and once she finished putting
on her shirt she bent down to pick up her purse. I was trying to think of
something nice to say so she didn’t think I was a total dick. I finally decided
that it didn’t really matter. I honestly didn’t care if she thought I was a
dick or not. I watched her leave, slamming the door behind her without as much
as a good-bye. Oh well, I thought as I went to find my jeans and fish the vial
out of the pocket.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
ELLY
We were off on Monday, which turned out to be a good
thing. Once I’d gotten home from Tristan’s and showered, scrubbing every inch
of my body twice, I didn’t really have the energy or the motivation to do
anything but lay in my bed the rest of the day. The rest of the crew was
gearing up to start heading out East and those of us staying behind would be
free for a month and a half or so.
While I wallowed in my bed, Susie knocked a few
times but I ignored her. I knew she meant well, but she was going to want to
know how things went and I wasn’t in the mood to either lie or admit what a
skank I had become. I couldn’t believe that I was actually having sex with a
guy like that. If you put aside the fact that he was Tristan Rogers and once
upon a time he was famous, there was really nothing else there. He was
obviously self-centered, from the looks of his place he was both broke and a
slob, I was sure he was an alcoholic, and I suspected that he was using a lot
of drugs as well. What the hell was I thinking even going over there in the
first place? I never should’ve gone to the bar the first night.
The sex was good...no, great. I hated to admit it,
but there was no way I could deny it. It had been the best I’d ever had, both
times. Had it been worth the shot to my self-esteem though? My face still stung
every time I re-lived the humiliation of him telling me to leave. Not a
good-bye, not a kiss, not a fucking, just a, “Thank you, have a nice day.” Who
acts like that? I can’t even imagine treating someone that way, much less
someone that you’d just had sex with and slept cuddled up next to all night
long. God, I wished I’d just left last night.
Around three in the afternoon, my phone rang. It was
Jake. Why was he calling me? I thought I was supposed to call him? He probably
got my number from someone working on the show.
“Hello,” I said, trying to sound winded. That way if
he wanted to do that coffee today and talk about my career, I could say I was
right in the middle of my workout…or something. I didn’t think that I could go
out in public and act like a normal person that day.
“Hi, Elly, it’s Jake Gilley.”
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m doing well, but I wanted to apologize for not
calling you this weekend. It’s crazy right before we go on the road. Anyways, I
thought maybe we
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