Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(37)

I lie down next to him, stroking his hair while I start to sing Celine Dion’s “A new day has come.”

I sing quietly to him and he smiles, sighing. He grabs hold of my hands, entwining his fingers with mine before he soon falls asleep. I stand up, heading to my bunk.





A week has gone by and I have started to get used to the craziness. If I ever want to go anywhere when I’m not on the bus or singing or even rehearsing I have to have either Rich or Gav with me, but neither of them mind.

Nate has been more touchy-feely with me than normal, which is making me crazy.

We are rehearsing and the guys are getting agitated and crabby, having a go at one another. They are making me want to punch each of them in their throats to shut them up. We are all tired, and it doesn’t help that we are going out clubbing after each show.

I feel sorry for my liver.

“The beat doesn’t sound right,” Sam complains. Troy rolls his eyes.

“Can’t we just get through this so we can get a nap?” Troy complains.

They start talking above each other. I stand there, looking at the ceiling. Being around each other, living above each other is starting to take effect already.

I put my guitar down, going to Travis, who is setting up the lighting. If we all don’t relax soon, there is going to be the death of a band.

By my very own hands.

“Travis, can you play ‘Shake It’ by Metro Station?”

He nods, starting to hook up the music system.

“Having fun?” he jokes.

“I’m ready to chop off some balls if they don’t stop acting like children,” I tell him, and he bursts out in laughter.

After a few minutes, I hear the music. I head back to the stage and the guys are looking at me like crazy.

“What the fuck is going on?” Nate yells at me.

“First off, don’t swear at me.” I give him my bitch face look. “Second, we need a break. I am going to loosen myself up before I do anything else. You can either join me or continue to act like complete dicks.” I walk to the middle of the stage and start bouncing around. They continue to look at me, neither of them saying a word. “Guys, come join us,” I yell to Naomi and the roadies and soon they join me.

We do what we do when setting up.

We have fun.

The music goes louder and we start laughing as we dance. Naomi and I head to Troy and start dancing around him. When Naomi starts shaking her ass against him, he puts his bass down and starts dancing with her.

Of course, that is what it would take to loosen him up.

Travis goes to Sam, giving him his hand to take. Sam looks at me and shakes his head, standing and joining us. Nate flings his hands in the air as he looks at us all angrily.

I swear him being uptight is annoying.

But he’s still hot, though.

Asshole.

I saunter over to him, moving my hips from side to side, smiling at him. He just stands there like a statue. I turn my back to him, my head turned so I’m still looking at him, and move my body to the chorus.

I start shaking my ass against his crotch and that seems to get his attention. Turning back around, I grab hold of his hands and start shaking his arms. His resolve shifts before the catchy song takes effect on him and he moves with me.

I put his hands on my waist, my arms around his neck, and I shake myself to the beat. I look around the room and we are all laughing and smiling. This is what we needed. When the song ends, we clap.

“Fine, point proving, now can we rehearse?” Nate asks.

“I suppose.” I roll my eyes, stepping back in my place.



The show was a hit. We played our hearts out and the crowd loved it, but the song that made my vajayjay flutter was when Nate sang Chase Holfender’s “Every Breath you take.” He was solely singing that to me.

I couldn’t look away. It was like he was promising me that he will always be watching me. Halfway through the song, he had his forehead against mine, singing to me, his eyes making my entire body shiver.

I bet he knew what he was doing to me and just loved torturing me.

When he was finished, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I felt his eyes on me since.

Tegan and Naomi were a bad influence on me for the night, giving me shot after shot. It made me want to dance, dance, and dance some more.

The alcohol has made me tipsy and I just feel relaxed. Every song that gets played I stay put on the VIP dance floor, Naomi dancing alongside me. I am moving my hips slowly to the song when I feel hands on my waist. I turn around to see a very good-looking man in an expensive suit.

He gives me what I take as a panty-dropping smile. He looks to be in his late twenties, neatly cut brown hair, but it’s his eyes that I like.

I really do have a thing about eyes.

With the alcohol making me feel more confident, I wrap my arms around the guy’s neck, dancing with him. He is a gentleman keeping his hands on my waist. I move myself a little closer to him and his eyes pierce into mine. I pull the back of his hair a little, smiling sweetly at him before biting my lip.

His eyes have gotten dark. I am also liking guys looking at me like that. Especially the ones who make me ache.

This guy is making me ache.

I feel this guy’s erection press against my core. I press myself harder against him, wanting him to soothe it, but it only makes it stronger. We continue to dance, but I make sure to keep our bodies very, very close.