One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) (6 page)

If
I’ve ever feared, it’s for you. Our destiny, we know, we tempt. I’ll never try
because there’s no attempt. There’s this. This moment. Can you feel it?
Please... say that you can. Say that you can.

.10.

Each time Jessica heard what she
thought was the last song, her body warmed up and she stood from the piano
stool. She wanted the best of both worlds right then. She wanted Slader
touching her, looking at her, talking to her. But she also wanted to hear the
music. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she’d never seen, well,
heard a live Ashes in Vain concert before. The past few years, loving the band,
thinking about the wild lead singer, she just never had the opportunity to
actually see the band. They did what they wanted, when they wanted.

More so, Slader did what he wanted,
when he wanted. The band followed as ordered. The same for the fans.

Jessica felt like the ultimate fan
right then, handcuffed to a piano. She thought about Slader touching her body,
his fingers on her fingers, touching the piano keys, creating music with her
body. There was more meaning to that than Jessica could figure out right then.

But he was a rockstar.

This was how rockstars acted.

It was just that Alex Slader was a
rockstar times ten. He had the musical capabilities. He had the strength. He
had the looks. He had the power. And he had the wealth. Jessica never met a
rockstar who was rich before becoming a rockstar. With Slader, it showed. He
didn’t care one bit about the knowledge of his wealth.

Jessica pulled at her left wrist, hearing
the sound of the cuffs hitting the leg of the piano. She felt the pressure
against her wrist. The song Ashes in Vain played slowly faded out and it excited
Jessica.

Was this the last song?

Was this it?

Was Slader coming back to her?

The guitars rang out, their heavy
sound slowly switching to the screech of feedback. The drums beat -
thud, thud, thud, thud
- almost hypnotic beat, went deep into Jessica’s body as she started to nod her
head.

Then came Slader’s voice.

“Thank you,” he said. He voice was
heavy with reverb, echoing out to the crowd of fans that loved him. “What you
feel right now is what I’ve given you. Never forget these moments. We’ll never
get them back. They’ll be lost into the oblivion of everything we know. But
I’ll remember, for you. I’ll always remember...”

That was the last of Alex Slader’s
voice on stage.

It was poignant and it made
Jessica’s heart race. There seemed to be a tender side to the rockstar.
Addressing his fans like that. On stage. Hidden within the cloak of the stage and
music.

The music finally ended. An almost
terrifying silence on stage which was shattered by the sounds and screams of
the fans. The cheering, the clapping, the chanting... it pounded against the
walls of the building.

Everyone wanted Alex Slader.

Everyone wanted Ashes in Vain.

The door handle then began to move
and Jessica bit her lip.

He was back.

He was finally back.

The door opened and Alex Slader
stood with a crowd of people near him and walking by him. He was perfect and
beautiful in the midst of the moving crowd. When he saw Jessica, he smiled.

Slader closed the door and walked
towards the piano. He stopped with little space between them. His eyes were
deep and powerful. Jessica felt like she was supposed to say something but she
wasn’t sure what. All she could do was just stare back at the rockstar.

“Beautiful,” Slader whispered.
“Everything around me right now. But then the memories come, Jessica, oh, they
come. They’re like weights inside my mind. They fill up space I don’t want
filled up. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” Jessica said. “I do.”

“Then share one with me,” Slader
said. “You’re in this room. You’re under my control right now. But the question
is this... if I release my hold, will you stray?”

Jessica shook her head without
thinking.

No.

“No,” Jessica said. “I’m sorry I
left before. I was...”

“Were you afraid of me?”

“No.”

“Then tell me... share that memory
with me.”

“I was afraid of myself,” Jessica
admitted. “I was afraid of what would happen. What I would do. What you would
do.”

“You fear my actions?” Slader
asked.

He stepped back. Jessica stepped
forward and handcuffs restricted her. Slader stepped back and then sat on the
couch. His eyes were distant and he looked hurt.

“I’m sorry,” Jessica said. “I
didn’t mean to say it like that. I just don’t want you to distrust me, Slader.”

“Trust,” Slader whispered. “That’s
what this is all about. I have to trust in the music, Jessica. I have to trust
in everything that happens. I have to trust in the fans, my fans, that they
will not only come, but they will experience the experience. And then you. I
have to trust that you’ll capture the show and not the man behind the show.”

“Tell me why,” Jessica said. She
took a chance, slipping into her reporting mode. “Tell me why the shows are so
important.”

“Is this your story?” Slader asked.

“It can be. I’m not going anywhere,
Slader. I’m right here.”

“You’re cuffed,” Slader said. “By
me. I’m holding you here. Against your will.”

Slader popped up from the couch and
rushed to Jessica. He seemed to be shifting into his own world. When he grabbed
the chain of the cuffs, pain shot through Jessica’s body. She cried out and
then tried to play it off, not wanting to upset Slader. For the sake him and
for the sake of herself.

He twisted the cuffs, keeping the
pain on Jessica’s wrist.

“I’m going to let you go,” Slader
said. “And see what you do. I’m sorry, Jessica, but I just needed you here with
me.”

“I’m here,” Jessica said. “Let’s
talk to each other then.”

Slader opened the cuffs. Jessica
left her wrist in the same position, wanting to prove to Slader that the
handcuffs didn’t need to be used to capture her. He’d already captured her with
his eyes, his voice, his music. The handcuffs could be fun...
really fun
.

“Go get us a drink,” Slader said
with a small grin on his face. “Down the hall on the right. Open that door,
Jessica, and you’ll find the story that’s living for days. The story of demons
and hell. The story that never ends because of the music we play. It’s not easy
to live, is it?”

“I never said it was,” Jessica
responded.

She walked to the door and looked
back at Slader. This was almost too good to be true. But this was going to
happen. The interview would happen. Jessica would get her story... and her
night with Slader.

As she hurried down the hall, she tried
not to get too lost in the moments waiting for her. At the door she assumed to
be the right one, she opened it and then froze. Her breath was stolen for a few
seconds by the intense sight before her eyes. The debauchery of rock n’ roll,
living and breathing right there. She noticed most of the men in the room as
various guys who have played with Slader and Ashes in Vain. That included the
bassist, Bry, one of the biggest guys she’d ever seen in person. He looked at
her, knowing she wasn’t part of the party.

“I need a drink,” she said.

Bry nodded and waved her in.
Jessica crept into the room, in the midst of the sex, drinking, and drugs that
were everywhere. There were people sleeping on the floor, sleeping in corners.
There were people having sex right in the open, not caring about the sight, the
sound, or even the smell of it all. As Jessica’s eyes absorbed it all, it
almost turned her on. This was a lifestyle that she never got to experience
before. And to be in the middle of it...

“Take this,” Bry said and handed
her a bottle of whiskey. “Slader will enjoy it.”

“How’d you know it was for Slader?”

Bry smiled, his eyes deep and dark,
but not nearly as dark as Slader’s.

“I’ve been with Alex Slader longer
than you could imagine,” Bry said. “I can always tell when he has someone
waiting for him. Take care of him. He’ll take care of you.”

Jessica suddenly wanted to get out
of the room. It was all too surreal for her. But the images and the feel would
definitely become part of her story to share. Nothing in detail, just the aura
and attraction of the room. What it meant. How it thrived. The release after
the show.

She walked back to the room to be
with Slader and the story started coming to her faster and faster. By the time
she walked into the room, she wanted to write. A sexy rockstar sat on a couch,
waiting for her and she wanted to write.

“Here,” she said to Slader and
handed him the bottle.

He took it and stared at her.

“You came back,” he whispered.

“I told you I would.”

“Yes, you did.”

Slader smiled and he twisted the
top off the bottle. He started to drink and kept drinking. And drinking.
Jessica had never seen someone drink whiskey like Alex Slader. He could drink
it like it was a bottle of water. When he stopped, he handed the bottle to
Jessica. She put the bottle to her lips, mentally said
Cheers!
,
and enjoyed a small
drink. Small but powerful, burning down her throat and into her stomach.

“So tell me the story,” Slader
said.

“You first,” Jessica said. “What I
wanted you to tell me. About the shows.”

Slader nodded. He touched his face
with his left hand. The sight of his long fingers made Jessica’s knees gently
bend. Those were the same fingers that were between her legs. The same fingers
that brought her to an intense orgasm just by touching her over her panties and
jeans.

“The shows prove the power,” Slader
said. “That’s what it comes down to. It’s the power of the music. I sit alone
for hours, painfully offering myself to instruments. Surrounded by guitars,
pianos, and any other instrument I need... and I wait. I wait for something to
happen inside me. Something I can then use to create and then share. Some go
out and want to become a band. They want to be rockstars, right?”

“Aren’t you a rockstar, Slader?”

“I am
the
rockstar,” Slader said.

His voice had enough conviction
that it made Jessica shiver with excitement and fear.

He continued.

“I am the only one that matters
because I am the truest. I play the shows to get it out. To get everything out
that’s inside me. There’s nothing in this world that will ever stop me,
Jessica. I thought there was once but that became no more.”

Jessica drank from the bottle of
whiskey and gave it to Slader. He drank like he did before. This time when he
finished he leaned back against the couch and put his head back. He almost
looked relaxed, slipping away.

“Come,” Slader ordered.

He slammed his right hand to the
open spot on the couch.

Jessica sat next to Slader. He
turned his head and looked at her.

“Tell me something dark about
yourself,” Slader said. “Open up to me, Jessica.”

Jessica had plenty to share with
Slader, but could she do it? Could she just start talking to someone like this?
But this wasn’t someone, was it? This was... Alex Slader. The most powerful
rockstar to ever breathe right then.

Jessica considered everything she
could share. Thankfully, more time was given to her when someone knocked at the
door.

It opened at Slader’s command and
Jessica recognized the man.

Jerry, Slader’s and Ashes in Vain’s
manager.

“Slader,” Jerry said. “I, uh, I’m
sorry... you have company.”

“This isn’t company,” Slader said.
“This is going to be my everything.”

The words shook Jessica. The more
Slader spoke, the more he looked at her, the more Jessica could subtly feel
things changing. Everything changing actually. From deep within herself. And it
wasn’t all sexual, even though Jessica’s body felt extra tender... ever since
Slader came back into the dressing room.

“Are we done here?” Jerry asked. “I
mean with the tour...”

“No more,” Slader said.

“No more here? No more anywhere?”

Slader looked at Jessica. “I have
other arrangements now. I’ll need my suite prepared within the hour, Jerry. And
I’ll need this entire place cleaned up within three days. Let everyone enjoy
themselves some more. I know I will...”

Slader’s right hand crept towards
Jessica’s hand. His fingers touched hers and he began to tease her, moving his
fingers along hers. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was the
only person in the world right then.

“Sounds good,” Jerry said. “I’ll
make the arrangements. A car will be waiting for you out back, Slader. Okay?”

“As if I expected anything less,”
Slader said.

His eyes were still on Jessica.

The door shut. Jessica wanted to feel
a little bad for Jerry for being pushed around, bossed around by Slader, ignored
by her, but what did she honestly have to care? She didn’t know Jerry. Jerry
didn’t know her. As far as her mind and body cared, she had the sexiest man
she’d ever encountered staring at her, touching her hand, wanting to know more
about her.

“So tell me,” Slader whispered.
“And then I’ll show you what it’s like... to feel... to experience...”

Jessica licked her lips, wondering
what Slader tasted like. What he tasted like everywhere.

She thought for a second and the
first thing that came to mind was a dark memory. A tragedy that she hadn’t
thought about for a while. Why it came with Slader sitting right there didn’t
make sense.

“My sister is dead,” Jessica said.

“Dead?”

“She died ten years ago. I was
young but I remember it.”

“How, Jessica? How did it happen?”

Slader leaned towards her. His
interest had obviously been peaked.

Jessica didn’t feel very
comfortable talking about it anymore but she couldn’t deny Slader. She couldn’t
deny him anything.