Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(51)

Tegan stands, heading to the bathroom making sick noises.

The bus stops at our next destination and I quickly head to the door, wanting to get some fresh air. Once I’m outside I look up at the sky, closing my eyes, taking in a few deep breaths. I then feel hands wrap around me.

“You look so beautiful.” He kisses my neck.

“You sweet talker.” I sigh, leaning back into him. We just stand there when I see another tour bus park up and I look at it confused. So does Nate. Soon the guys come out, standing at our side.

“Who is that?” Naomi asks.

“No idea,” Nate says, coming to my side, taking hold of my hand.

We watch as the doors open and the first thing I notice is long legs until I see who it is and my body deflates. The happy buzz I was in leaves. Nate tenses up next to me.

What is she doing here?

“Holy shit,” Troy says.

“No fucking way,” Tegan says angrily.

“Oh no, Blair.” Naomi takes hold of my other hand.

I look at the girl’s perfect figure, flawless skin, long white-blond hair. The girl who was actually Nate’s drug last year. He was glued to her side a year ago. Wherever she went, he went with her. She clicked her fingers and he came running. From what I knew, she was the greatest fuck of his life, and he just kept going back for more.

Christal White.

She is a singer and they met at a charity function and were inseparable until she got bored and ended it.

Why is she here, though?

“Nate baby,” she purrs at him, walking over, and I look down my body, feeling a little insecure.

She just screams out perfect.

Nate is looking at her, but I can’t read what he is thinking. She smiles at him before she presses her mouth on his, shocking me.

The worst part is that I just stand there watching.

Frozen to the spot.

“What the fuck?” Naomi pulls Nate away and Christal just smiles. “Back off.”

“Sorry, didn’t realize he was yours. He doesn’t usually go for civilians.”

Troy has to hold her back as Naomi tries to launch herself at her.

“What the fuck are you even doing here?” Sam asks her.

“Oh, didn’t Jeffery tell you? I am going to be joining you at a couple of your next concerts.”

I stand there, not moving. She is going to be around. I look back at Nate and he is looking at the ground.

“Fuck no,” Tegan says, walking toward her. “I don’t fucking think so. I’d rather eat shit than let you join us.”

Christal just rolls her eyes.

“Always the dramatics.” She spots me and smiles sweetly at me. “Oh, look, it’s your little sister. Still treating her like shit beneath your shoe?”

Tegan gives me a guilty look.

“Hey, Blair, if you want to come work for me I can make it worth your while. The offer still stands.” She winks at me.

“What is she talking about?” Tegan asks me.

It was a year ago. She invited me to be her personal assistant, saying she would treat me better than my own sister, but I turned her down. I wanted to stay with my family.

“Didn’t she tell you? I offered her a job, but she said no. That family came first. But I am sure there was another reason.” She looks at Nate before giving me a wink and that must knock Nate back into his senses.

“Why would you offer her a job?” Nate asks her, coming back to my side, taking hold of my hand, surprising her.

“I had my reasons, still do. So you are with her?” She stands in front of me, looking me up and down. “So you are the girl behind the mask. Did Nate finally figure out that you were his so-called muse?” She laughs.

“You knew?” Nate asks.

“Of course I did. When you were drunk you used to go on about the girl who only appears when you’re intoxicated. You used to describe her to a T, then I remember one night where she helped you to bed and sang you to sleep because you were upset over something and needed to be calmed down and I heard you telling her to never leave you, that you needed her. But the following day you would act like Blair was nothing to you, so I had an idea who you were mooning over, but it was fun being with you and witnessing you fucking me and other women as the one girl you truly wanted was right under your own nose, watching you be with other people. Ironic really.”

“You are such a bitch,” Naomi spews at her.

“I’m just honest. Not my fault Nate is an idiot. But an idiot who is good in pleasing a woman, aren’t I right, sweet Blair?” She winks at me. I look away from her. “This is going to be fun. Will see you inside.” She walks into the venue.

“I am so sorry, Blair,” Nate says once she is gone. He takes hold of my hand, but I pull it away. He didn’t even pull back when she kissed him.

That just hurt.

“I’m going to go have a shower.” Is all I say when I head back to the bus.

“Blair,” Nate shouts.

“If a guy kissed me and I just let it happen, would you be okay with that?” I ask him, and he just looks at me. “Thought so.” I head back on the bus. Once I’m in the bathroom locking the door, I put the water on as hot as I can get it before I get in, sitting on the floor, hugging my legs into me, letting the water fall on me.

Nate was a mess after Christal. I know now he is thinking about her. How could he not?