Princess Next Door(30)

Every single thing he did, from wearing slippers as he didn’t like to get footprints on the floor, or his weird fetish with hats. He’d even posed in several for her, making her laugh as he did so.

In such a short time she’d shared so much of herself with him, and she didn’t, not once, want to ever let that go, or let him go.

“Do you believe in a mystical house?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Nah, I don’t. Anyway, moving on, I better go and get dressed.”

“Yes, you’d better. I left something sexy out for you to wear.” He gave her ass a little slap.

Shaking her head, she made her way upstairs, and found a pair of jeans, some boots, and a shirt. All of them she’d worn before, and it wasn’t the first time that she was aware that he found her particularly sexy in and out of them.

****

The crowd at the bar roared to life as he began to sing the song he’d dedicated to Princess. It was titled that, and he saw her laughing as she danced along. He’d made up with his friends, apologizing to Silas, who’d shaken his hand. They’d been friends a long time, and tensions like that never ruined their friendship.

She winked at him as she threw her hands in the air and shook her ass from side to side, teasing him from the stage. Zane loved her, without a doubt in his heart. While singing to her, and only to her, he had to wonder if the miracle houses were real. Cassie and Slade had fallen for each other, and several other couples before he moved in.

Now he’d fallen for Princess, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about his feelings, not that he wanted to.

After finishing one of the songs, he took a bow and climbed down from the stage, going straight to her. She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.

“That was, like, totally incredible. Did you see the audience? They were totally drooling over you.”

“I only saw your drool.” He wiped her mouth, and she laughed.

“I can guarantee that they totally, totally loved you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” He gripped her ass, pulling her close and claiming her lips as he led her outside.

“Now, now, now, you’ve got people with eyes here,” Jones said, slapping him on the back.

His three buddies followed them outside, and they sat on the hood of his truck. He and Princess had a soda while his friends drank a beer.

She’d sworn off beer ever since she’d discovered she had a rather loose tongue with the stuff.

“You guys are on fire tonight,” she said. “Your own songs really put you on the map.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Zane turned to see a man that he didn’t recognize, wearing a suit.

“I’ve been coming to your shows for the past couple of weeks, and I found you guys compelling but not great. Tonight, you really showed me that there was something to see.”

“And you are?” Silas asked.

He pulled a card out of his jacket handing it to Zane. “Rufus James. I manage bands. I help to get them on the map, and I know for a fact that you guys have what it takes to make it big. No more bars, or clubs. Just concerts that are sell-out tours. I’m not in the market for prissy little boys who want to cause a scene. I’m looking for hard-working men, willing to make a name for themselves within music. You want to take a chance, give me a call.”

Zane couldn’t believe what had just happened, and watched as the man in question left in a really nice car, not one he’d ever like. He rather loved his truck.

“That just fucking happened, right?” Jones asked. “Did we just like … get offered a deal?”

Princess gave a little squeal. “Oh, my God! You’re going to be a rock star.” She hugged him tightly, and Zane held her close. “I’m going to grab us all a beer to celebrate because this is totally worth it.” She clapped her hands, and he watched her leave.

“What’s with the shitty face, man?” Silas asked. “This is a big deal.”

“We’ve been down this road before,” Zane said. He’d never told Princess the story. They’d been found a few years ago, and asked to go on tour with another rock band. They got pushed out, and ended up having to make their way home with no money. They hadn’t been at their peak then either, so it had rocked and changed their entire world.

“This is different, man, we’re different,” Riot said. “You heard him. He wants actual artists, not fuckups. We were fuckups.”

Running fingers through his hair, he glanced toward the bar, and knew the one thing he couldn’t give up. “She’s got to come with me.”

All three men groaned.

“Look, I know you’re not her biggest fans, but I love her. I’m not willing to give her up. I don’t want to give her up. I’m never going to get a chance to feel like this again.”

“And if she doesn’t want to come?” Riot asked. “This isn’t just your dream, Zane. It’s our dream.”

“I know.” He saw her coming back. “Let me talk to her. I can at least tell her how I feel, and see how she feels.”

All the guys agreed, and they all put on a smile as Princess approached.

“I want to make a toast. To you guys’ many talents, and success is yours.” She clinked her bottle with his, and he pulled her against him. He didn’t want to let her go, not ever.