Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(5)

It definitely would have made my day.

I knock on Sam’s door and after a moment I hear him call me in. I open the door slowly to see him showered and dressed drinking a cup of coffee. I love that he is the responsible one. At least it’s only three I have to babysit.

“Doing the wakeup calls.” He walks toward me with a cup of coffee. As soon as the smell hits my nostrils I almost groan. Taking a sip, I swear my eyes almost roll back. I am sure this is what an orgasm feels like.

“You do know how to make me happy.” I smile at him and he shrugs. Sam just like Troy could pass off as an underwear model. I have seen Sam shirtless numerous times and he is drool-worthy. He could have any girl he wants but unfortunately for women he bats for the other team.

“You work too hard. I saw how clean the place is. I know I went to bed with the place looking chaotic.” We both take a seat on his bed.

“You guys are like the number one rock band at the moment, so of course everyone and anyone were going to be at last night’s party. What is a party if it doesn’t get crazy?” I laugh.

“How’s our lead singer this morning?” He changes the subject. I try and act like last night didn’t happen, even though just thinking of him makes my body heat up. I would have loved to fall asleep in Nate’s arms, but I know it would be a different story if he woke up and saw me in his bed.

“Haven’t got to him yet. Was too busy making sure Tegan got up and walk out one of Troy’s girls.”

Sam laughs. “Bet Troy is kicking himself this morning.”

“I had to go all military on her ass.” I take another sip of my coffee before standing, placing my cup on the side. “I better go wake up Nate. Thank you for the coffee, you are a lifesaver.” I give him a kiss on the cheek and leave.

Knocking on Nate’s door, I open it to see him exactly where I left him. It’s like he hasn’t moved a muscle. I walk to the side of his bed, shaking his arm, calling out his name. He wakes up, his hand gliding along the empty space that I took last night. He turns to me and like always his eyes have gone blank.

He looks at me like I’m a stranger.

That he wasn’t the sweetest guy ever who didn’t want me to leave.

“Hey,” he says sitting up, taking the sheets off him.

“Hey, you have to get ready. The limo will be here in twenty minutes or so.”

He nods, looking back at the empty space of the bed then facing me.

“Thanks, Blair.” He stands, walking past me to the bathroom. I stand there looking at the closed door. Why does he act so differently around me when he’s sober? It’s not fair. I want to stamp my foot like a child, but I know I’m being ridiculous.

I head back to my room, waking up Naomi, and she groans sitting up, patting down her messy hair. I lean against my headboard, fumbling with my fingers.

“He acted like you didn’t exist again,” Naomi says. I look to her and she gives me a sympathetic look.

“You think I would be used to it by now.” I shake my head in frustration. “I tell myself that I will move on, but he does something sweet and kind and I’m pulled right back in. I would do anything for him to look at me with interest like I’m not the little sister who cleans up his shit.”

“We can’t help how we feel.” She stands up. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m going to take a quick shower to wake myself up. Will you be okay?”

I wave her off. “Of course. Go get ready.” I watch her go.

I grab my phone, going through the band’s media sites when I hear Rich’s voice on the caller system saying Jack is here. I smile running down the stairs, seeing Jack with bags of food and coffee sitting on the side table. Jack has his own café and he makes the best sandwiches, cakes, coffee, you name it. They don’t deliver usually, but because it’s for Blacken Hart, he made an exception.

“Jack, right on time. You are a godsend to this band.” I pay for the food and also give him a generous tip as it is worth every cent. I grab the brown bags, placing them on the desk near the front door with the coffees. I take the receipt, placing it in my notebook.

“You know I find it an honor to serve you and the band. You are the one who helped me make my business famous.” The band said in an interview where they love to eat and since then the café is busy all the time, people hoping to see the band.

“I didn’t do anything. It’s your cooking and baking. We just can’t seem to get enough.”

“But it was you who gave them my food. I will always be grateful.” He presses his hand to his heart.

“We help each other out. Will call you for the next load soon.” We say our goodbyes before closing the door.

I open the bags, organizing whose drink goes to whom and what food. I stand near the door, sipping my chocolate syrup latte. I pass a coffee and a panini to Rich and Gav, which they thanked me for. I am sure they haven’t eaten since last night.

I text the guys coffee and food is here. Soon I hear footsteps coming like the food is their beacon. Naomi comes down first, taking a huge sip of her coffee that I hand her.

“That is such good shit.” She moans.

I see Sam next, who kisses my forehead, and I pass him his black coffee and cheese and ham toastie. He stands to my side, then Tegan comes down in black leather pants and a white tank. If you didn’t know us, you wouldn’t think we were related. Tegan got her looks from our mom. Olive skin, light wavy brown hair, brown eyes. I look just like my dad. Pale skin, dark straight brown hair, dark green eyes. We are both curvy with decent-sized breasts and ass, but that’s as similar as we get.