My Rock #7 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #7) (4 page)

I finally took a shower around four thirty and
walked over towards where her bus was. I was almost there when I saw the door
open and Elly step into view. Right behind her, some blonde GQ looking guy
stepped out. I’ll be a son of a bitch! What the hell was she doing? I stood
behind one of the other buses and watched. They were talking and laughing and
Elly looked really comfortable with him. I’d never seen the guy around the set.
If he was one of the producers, he was new. Was it possible she met someone new
that quickly and was already sleeping with him? She did have sex with me the
first time we met…in a bathroom of all places…

They took off and I started following them. It was
like
I was on auto pilot. I didn’t make a conscious decision
to follow them, I just did. I wasn’t a stalker. I wasn’t even one to follow a
girl, ever. Usually it was because I didn’t give a shit enough about what
someone else was doing to go through that much trouble over it. But there was
this question in the back of my mind about why she seemed so familiar with this
guy. Here she was not speaking to me because she thought that I’d screwed
Brooke yet she was flitting around Colorado with some guy, laughing it up. I
followed them out onto the street and watched as they turned left and headed
down to the shopping area there. It was in walking distance and there were
three or four restaurants. They were still talking and laughing. What the hell
could she have so much to talk to this asshole
about
?

The sidewalk wasn’t crowded but there were enough
people out and about that I could blend in. I saw them step into a nice,
expensive looking steakhouse. New boyfriend must have some money, I figured.
Feeling like a creeper, but unable to force myself to leave, I sat outside the
restaurant and waited for them to come out. I definitely knew where to come if
I ever decided that Elly’s pussy wasn’t the only one I wanted. I was sitting
right in front of the bar part of the restaurant and I got hit on by pleasantly
drunk women at least three times before Elly and Preppy Boy finally came out. Like
the creepy stalker I had become, I ducked behind an SUV and watched them. They
still looked happy…assholes!

They started back towards the lot, but then I saw Yuppie
boy grab Elly around the waist with both hands. I was standing too far away to
see her face, but she didn’t look to be protesting. Then he spun her around and
pulled her up against him. I can’t describe the feeling it gave me to watch her
kiss him. It was like this sick feeling in my gut that moved up into my chest
the more I watched. I honestly don’t think I’d ever experienced jealousy
before. I was glad, because it was a really shitty feeling. When it hit my
chest, it turned into rage and I seriously wanted to kick someone’s ass.

I turned around and left, mostly afraid that I’d do
something stupid if I stayed. I wanted to re-arrange his pretty face so badly but
I had a feeling if I did that, I’d end up spending some time in a Colorado
jail. I walked back over to the lot. My head was spinning, wondering what Elly
was trying to do. Was this GQ creep a revenge fuck…or was he something more?
The fact that she seemed to know him so well really bugged me. I started to
head for my own bus, but I realized that I still needed to get it over
with
. I wanted her to look me in the eyes and tell me
exactly what was going on with him. She’d had the nerve to accuse me of things
I hadn’t done; it was time for her to face up to her own actions.

I went and sat on the step of her bus and waited for
her to come back. I had to do some fancy self-talking about the boyfriend. If
he came with her and said so much as a word to me, I just wasn’t sure if I’d be
able to walk away without punching him in the mouth. Of course then I’d end up
in jail and my shot at the million dollars would be blown. Fuck! Life was so
much easier when I literally didn’t give a shit about anyone and everyone. I used
to fuck a chick in the back room of the bar and not even bat an eye when she
was making out with another guy ten minutes later. Shit, I had preferred it
that way. Then why the hell was I acting like a creepy, jilted lover, skulking
around in the dark?

I still waited in spite of how creepy I felt. I
couldn’t convince myself not to. I had been waiting for about twenty minutes
when I saw her coming towards me. She was by herself and I jumped up off the
step and stood there waiting for her, both relieved and surprised that the prep
school dude wasn’t with her. At least I didn’t have to kick his ass that night.
I was confused about why she was there alone, though. From the looks of that
kiss, the next stop was going to be bed. Or maybe that was why she was here…to
get her things and head over to his place. Who the fuck was this guy anyways?

CHAPTER
SEVEN

ELLY

I was walking through the back lot, not really
paying much attention to anything around me. I was so pissed. Cole had just
proved that all men were snakes. They all only wanted one thing. I’d actually
had a good time with him at the fair. That was why I’d agreed to go out to
dinner with him. It was almost as comfortable as things used to be between us,
before my boyfriend died and everything had gotten out of hand…We were laughing
and talking about old times. He was telling me that he had a serious girlfriend
back home and he was even thinking about proposing. I was happy for him until….That
thought was crossing my mind just as I looked up and saw Tristan standing next
to the door of my bus. Just like that, at the sight of him in the dark, that
little ember that smoldered for him in the pit of my belly flared up and lit my
whole world on fire. I almost smiled…and then I remembered what he’d done and
that I was still really mad at him.

“What are you doing here?” I said. I was trying not
to sound too bitchy, just in case he’d come to apologize. I should have known
that was a delusion on my part. He looked pissed and I thought god help me if
he was going to try and turn this one around on me, too. I wasn’t going to let
him off that easy this time. I wasn’t sure that even if he did apologize that
I’d ever trust him again. The week I’d had with men had put me in such a bad
mood that he’d be lucky to leave with his head still on his shoulders.

“Oh I don’t know,” he said in his most sarcastic
tone, “I guess I was just hanging around, hoping to meet the new boyfriend. I
thought at the very least I deserved an introduction to my replacement.”

“What?” I honestly had no clue what he was talking
about
. Did he see me with Cole and misunderstand?

“You know, the preppy fucker you went out with
tonight. I’m surprised you’re home so soon. After that kiss I saw outside the
restaurant, I assumed you’d be rolling around doing the nasty on some no-tell
motel sheets by now.”

“Excuse me?” He was definitely talking about Cole.
Had he seen us by accident? He obviously didn’t stay and watch the whole thing.
The fact that he was watching at all kind of pissed me off so I said, “What are
you a fucking stalker now?”

He kind of laughed, but it wasn’t an amused laugh in
any form. His tone was still sarcastic but I actually thought I heard some pain
in it too. Maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.

“No, I’m the dumb fuck who thought he was still your
boyfriend,” he said. “I came to talk to you and saw you with that other guy.”

“Oh, you thought you were still my boyfriend, did
you?” I was really pissed now, “You thought you could just come here and bat
your eyelashes and I’d forgive you like I always do?” That made me have a
sudden thought and I said, “If you came here to talk to me, then how’d you see
the kiss? That didn’t happen here.”

“At least you’re not trying to deny it,” he said.
Nervy bastard that he was.
“No, you two walked away from
here all happy and chatty. Oh shit! That’s it, isn’t it? He fucked you here
before he took you out to dinner. That explains why you looked so comfortable
together. Smart guy, get the goods up front and then you know whether or not
paying for dinner will be worth it.”

“How fucking dare you? You have to be kidding me
right now. First of all, when the
fuck have
you ever
paid for dinner? It would kill you to do anything romantic. You’re a selfish
prick and you don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself. All you ever wanted
from me was sex and you got that, so fucking just move on already. It wasn’t
like we both didn’t know it would happen someday.”

“I’m selfish and unromantic because I’m pissed about
finding out you’re screwing some other guy? I’m supposed to be a fucking robot
with no feelings, Elly? That shit’s not supposed to hurt? You’ve just been
sitting around, waiting for me to screw up? Thanks! It feels so good to know
that the first girl I ever called my fucking girlfriend went into it thinking
it wasn’t going to last. Is that why you started seeing this guy? You wanted a
back-up ready for when we broke up? How long has this been going on?
While you’ve been acting all holier than thou this whole time?”

“Fuck you, Tristan. There is nothing going on. What
you saw, first of all, was me going to hang out with a guy that I’ve known for
years, since high school. He happened to be in town and he called me. When went
to the fair. I didn’t so much as hold his hand.”

“Then you came back here and…?”

“I have no idea where you are getting your nerve
from right now, but because I have nothing to hide, I’ll tell you. We came back
here and he sat up front while I took a shower. Then, we went out to dinner.
The whole time, stupid me…I thought it was just two old friends hanging out. We
talked about my parents and his mom. We told old stories from high school and
caught up on people we haven’t seen in a while. He told me about his girlfriend
and his new job…”

“What about you, Elly? Did you tell him about your
boyfriend?”

“No, Tristan, because what was I going to say? I was
supposed to tell him that I did have a boyfriend for a very short time but I’d
just found him with a naked chick on his bus…”

“Fuck that, Elly! Is that all there is to me?
Really?
I honestly thought that you were the one person who
saw something in me a little bit deeper than that.”

“I thought I did,” I told him. “That all went out
the window when I found you with her. Now, you’re following me around like some
creeper…only you suck at it. You missed the best part. After dinner, the kiss
you saw was when he showed his true colors. He’s a stinking punk like every
other man I know.”

He crossed his arms and with a smug look he said,
“You didn’t seem to mind. I didn’t see you pulling away.”

I wanted to throttle him. I wanted to pound my fists
into his chest. Thank god for my impulse control.

“Really, Tristan?
Seriously?
I swear you’re the worst stalker in
history. You followed us, sneaked around a restaurant for what…an hour and a
half? Then you see him grab and kiss me and miss the part where I tried to push
away and he grabbed my ass? Or the part where as soon as he grabbed my ass I
slapped him hard across the face? Why did you leave? You’d waited that long.”
He looked like he didn’t want to answer that question.
That
made me want
an answer even more. “Come on Tristan, tell me. Why did you
leave before the final show?”

He mumbled then and he didn’t look at me as he said,
“I didn’t want to watch you kiss him.”

I hated my fucking ability to feel empathy for
anyone sometimes. He sounded so sad when he said that I had this crazy urge to
fling myself into his arms and say that I’m sorry. I was a frigging idiot. I
took a deep breath and fought through that crazy thought.

“Whether I have a boyfriend or not, Cole had no
right to kiss me or to put his hands on me. I gave him no indication today that
would be okay and I’m sick of men thinking I’m just there for the taking. I’m
sick of men period. You had no right following me, and the only thing worse
than what I saw between you and Brooke the other night would have been if you
caught me with a dick inside of me. So fuck you, Tristan! I’ve had a long day
and I’m going to bed.”

He was standing there like the idiot he was with a
confused look on his face as I brushed past him and went into my bus and
slammed the door. I swear I must have had smoke coming out my ears I was so
pissed off. I hated them all! I
swear if one person with a
penis had walked in the door right then, I may have been tempted to cut it off
.

CHAPTER
EIGHT

TRISTAN

I stood there next to the bus for a long time after
she walked away. I felt like shit. I felt worse than before I came to talk to
her and I wished that I could press rewind and start over. I’d really fucked up
that conversation. I’d completely forgotten that I came to clear my name in the
first place. All I could think about was seeing that guy with his hands and his
lips on her. For the first time in my life I gave a shit and it hurt. I finally
realized that I needed to walk away from her bus before one of the other girls
came back…or security walked by and saw me. I’d really get the reputation of
being a creepy stalker then. The people on these sets loved nothing more than gossip;
I figured that shit out when I was just a kid.