Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(47)

“Sick motherfucker,” Xander growls, looking through the pictures.

“Fine, find someone,” I say defeated. He’s been in my home, he’s touched me. My main question though, is why hasn’t he tried anything yet? I look back to the envelope seeing the word soon.

He’s waiting, but why?

“Okay, I’m going to make some calls.” Xander walks out of the room, taking the photos with him.

“Honey, you know Xander won’t let anything happen to you. I guess being a rockstar has its downside.” I find it weird when people call me a rockstar. I look around my room, still shocked that I actually made it here.

“I just thought it was sex, drugs, and rock and roll. No one ever mentioned stalkers,” I try and joke.

“The joys of being famous. I’m just happy that you haven’t forgotten poor old me.” She chuckles.

“I told you I wouldn’t, but you do know that you don’t need to come to all my shows when I’m back at home. I know you’re busy.”

“I am never too busy for you. I love hearing you sing. You have some songs that are a bit too hardcore for me, but the power ballads stuff I love.” I love my power ballads. I feel that when I sing something so powerful, I connect more with my fans, but now I’m thinking maybe I’m connecting way too much.

Our power ballad songs do better in the charts but on stage, the crowd loves the harder stuff. They love the hurt and pain that I deliver through my words. My muse hasn’t stopped and each day that passes, a new song enters.

The door slams open and we both turn our heads to see Karen standing there. “Hey, Mama Two. You liked our set?”

“I always love your set.”

“If you said no, you know you would have broken my heart.” Karen places her hand on her chest.

“Good thing I always say yes, then.” Mom stands, kissing my forehead and hugging Karen before leaving to follow Xander.

“Why is Marie looking all gloom and doom?” Karen plonks down on the couch that is opposite me.

“My crazy fan has gone red con one. He’s taken pictures of me at home and when I’ve been in hotel rooms.”

“What are you doing in these pictures?” Karen sits up straighter.

“Sleeping.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“On one picture, his hand is on my leg.”

“Holy shit, Sash, that’s crazy. He could have raped you or something. You need to up your security.”

“Xander is working on it. He’s getting me a bodyguard.” I roll my eyes.

“I hope he gets a hot one.” Karen rubs her hands together.

“My life could be in the balance and you’re worried if he’s going to be hot.”

“I’m thinking of you, babe, you need a hottie in your life and it could be like that movie with Whitney Houston. You two will fall in love and he will take a bullet for you and you two will part ways but you will always love him.” I look at her loved up face and stand to push her, taking a seat beside her.

“I don’t think that will happen and, besides, I have Digger if I need a quick release.” I think back to my release before. I still picture his very long tongue between my thighs.

“You could do so much better than him. Besides, I think he’s starting to get a little clingy.”

“He knows where he stands, he only gets some if I need some. It works for me. I’m not like you, I can’t just pick a guy in the crowd and fuck them somewhere and leave.”

“It’s easier that way.” She sprawls her legs over mine.

“You have had shit lays,” I remind her.

“Don’t remind me. Remember the one that had a body of a God but the dick of a toothpick?” She shivers. “I couldn’t even feel him when he was inside me, I still get nightmares when I think of him. Or what about the guy who loved sucking my chin. He wouldn’t even kiss me, just made out with my chin.” I burst out laughing. I loved the chin guy.

“At least with Digger I don’t get those problems.”

“Unless he’s your stalker.” I freeze and she looks at me, shaking her head. “I’m joking. Digger hasn’t got the smarts to think of ways to get into your home and hotel rooms without someone seeing him.”

“But he has access to my changing rooms and that’s where I’m getting the flowers and notes.” I stand up, pacing the room.

“It’s too obvious. It’s not him. Besides, I know he fucks around, too, and he wouldn’t do that if he was stalking you. Stalkers are obsessed with the person, it's someone who has put you on some pedestal.”

“Why did we become famous again?” I lean against the wall, my head banging against it.

“Because we love music and it’s what we always dreamed of.”

“Just remind me that until all this craziness stops.”

“You got it, now let’s go and get a few drinks. We’re stuck back here for two more days and I want to show everyone from high school that I’m better than them.” She stands, linking her arm with mine.

“We might not see anyone from school.”

“We’re famous, of course we will meet our old classmates.” She smiles and guides us to a limo that is in front of the arena with Brady and Leo inside.