Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(11)

By that simple sound I made, it’s like it knocks him out of whatever trance he was in. He lets me go, shaking his head. He grabs a shot glass and pours the tequila, downing it without the salt or lime.

“Want one?” he asks me, his eyes looking at me, but they have gone emotionless.

“No, thank you.” He shrugs and takes another one.

“You shouldn’t drink that much. You need to rehearse a couple of songs before the concert,” I tell him in a shaky voice.

“I know I shouldn’t, but when I do, it gives me a chance—” He stops.

“A chance for what?” I take a step forward. I want to know what he was going to say.

“It doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t understand.” This time he drinks from the bottle.

I sigh, heading to the door when I hear him standing up. I feel him right behind me. I turn around and he is looking down at me.

“Were you in my room earlier?”

I swallow.

“I was dropping off your food and man perfume,” I say weakly.

“Man perfume.” He chuckles. First time I have seen him smile in such a long time.

“Was that it, you dropped it off and went?” He takes a step forward, making him closer to me. Should I say I watched him? What would he do if I did? Would he kiss me? Fuck me right here, thinking it’s a turn on? I want to say it, but I can’t.

“Yes, I didn’t see you, so I left it on your desk then went.” I bite my lip and his eyes pierce into mine. None of us says a word for what feels like forever.

“Shame,” he says, walking away, sitting down on the couch that is opposite the door. I watch as he takes another sip from the bottle before leaving. I lean against the door, my head spinning.

Did he know I was lying?

Was he drinking even then? That’s why he’s unsure if it was me.

I grab a seat, taking it to the front of the stage. Naomi soon joins me. I want to tell her what happened. I keep looking at her, opening my mouth about to spill everything when I decide not to. Shaking my head, I look forward once again, but then I change my mind and face her again.

My mouth turns into a fish, opening and closing.

“If you don’t spill, I am going to staple your mouth shut. You have been bugging me for the last ten minutes.” She turns, smiling at me.

“Nate—” I begin, but she interrupts me.

“What’s he done now?” She moves her body so she is fully facing me.

“I was sorting out his tequila as normal and then he showed up out of nowhere behind me. His hands were on my waist holding me…” I suck in some air.

“And…”

“He then asked me if I was in his room earlier.”

She comes in closer. “Holy shit did you tell him. Did you say you saw him rub one off?”

“I told him I just dropped off his stuff and left.” I watch as her body slumps in disappointment.

“Thought you were going to say something juicy. You got your panties in a twist over that?”

“He did say what a shame before walking away from me,” I add in.

“Now that’s interesting. Maybe he was hoping you were watching him and wanted to fuck you, make your head spin.” She pretends to fan herself. “I really should write this shit down.”





The concert is about to begin. Naomi and I are standing at the west wing. I have my clipboard in my hand with everything ticked off. Everything is pitch-black on this side apart from a few low lighting. I look at my phone, seeing it’s time for the band to get on stage.

“Sam, are you ready?” I whisper to him and he nods, walking to his drum kit that I help guide him with my phone. When I see him sitting, I walk to Tegan. “Have fun,” I tell her and even though I can hardly see her, I know she rolled her eyes at me. She walks along the stage, placing the guitar strap on her shoulder. “Troy, go get ’em.” I clap his shoulders and he messes up my hair before heading to his spot.

“He touched you, you lucky bitch,” Naomi whispers in my ear.

“Yeah, you can give him the pep talk next time.” I glide my fingers through my hair. I turn to get Nate, but he isn’t standing where he should be. I know he was just here.

Dammit.

I walk away from the stage area to try and find him and I see him not that far away pacing. Oh, please don’t have doubts now. Nate is one of the most famous rockstars out there, but he still gets nerves, even after all these years.

In my eyes, it makes him more human.

“Nate, you need to head on stage,” I tell him. It’s like he doesn’t hear me. He continues to pace. I look at the time on my phone and I know the crowd will go crazy if he doesn’t play soon. I walk in his path, making him have no choice but to stop. He looks up at me and his eyes look so sad and bloodshot. “Nate, you got this. You always have this.” I try and reassure him.

“Why do I keep feeling like this?” he says in a weak voice.

“Feeling like what?” I know I shouldn’t, but I take hold of his hand. I try and ignore the electric sensation running up my arm.

“Alone.” I barely hear him say. “I just wish… I… she…” He keeps tripping over his words, but once I hear the word she it is like a punch to the chest.