Lost Her (Lost #1) (10 page)

Rosalie is rubbing her palms together smiling, “I have the perfect recipe for feral pigs. That is what we call them here. You hunt and I will cook them.”

I look at her in shock, “Oh my god Rosalie, not you too with the hunting and butchering thing.”

She winks at me and says, “If we ever needed to survive after some great disaster, Ryan, I would know that you would either die of starvation or maybe boredom without your internet.” 

Henry laughs, “Nope, he knows he got Olivia for the hunting and butchering. He is just the cook.”

They laugh together and I say, “Well great, at least we all know what our roles are for the apocalypse or zombie invasion.”  We walk out to the Land Cruiser and place the items in the back. Henry takes the seat in the back and Rosalie rides up front with me. They chat about everything on the way back to town.

Livi
- I hear a vehicle pull up to the Cantina. I hurry up drying my hands off from washing pans. I run out of the kitchen to see Ryan strolling up the steps all smiles. I look seeing my Dad helping Rosalie out of the truck. I shriek at the top of my lungs and scream, “Daddy, Daddy, you really did come down here?”

He takes me up into his arms. “Yes, I need to make sure you weren’t getting skin cancer.”

I look at him. “You are always silly Daddy and what am I missing here? You look different. Did you shave or cut your hair?”

He places his hand to his side with a pout, “I am getting older and I am shrinking.” We laugh in unison.

He takes my hand walking me to the bar to be alone. “How is everything? Is he still being a jerk to you? Do I need to put my foot up his ass?” I look at my father and my smile fades.

I look him seriously and I speak softly, “Daddy, he has been the best to me over the past few days since before the accident. He is really trying with me. I am scared that he is going to want me to go back home, but I love it here. No one knows me or the crazy me here,” I finish winking at my father.

His expressive eyes show fear for me as well. “Let me work on that when I get back home. Talk to a few guys to see if Ryan can work remotely. Speaking of crazy you, how is that girl doing? Has she written anything new? People are waiting on some new material.”

I raise my eyebrows kind of in shock, “Oh, I have some. Why, are the guys trying to reach me?”

He smiles nodding, “Yes, they need you to contact them in some way. Also, the crazy neighbor kid, your ringleader, stopped by the house instead of going through the proper channels again. He sent me down bringing you several gifts. I will show you later when we are alone.”

I laugh, “Daddy, it is called a band leader. Chris with the dreadlocks, the boy I used to push in the mud in kindergarten. My only friend.”

“What is it with you and mud Olivia, and white 41 year old men with dreadlocks?” he asks laughing.

As my father finished that sentence, Ryan joined us propping himself up leaning against the bar. “Livi, you told Henry about your mud bath fall the other night?” I shake my head no at Ryan knowing that my father meant something different with the mud in our conversation. Daddy looks at me with very curious eyes but remains silent.

Ryan waves his hand at Rosalie to get her attention, “Where is your special bottle?” She walks over with keys
in her hand bending over to open a locked cabinet. I watch my father seeing that he is completely checking Rosalie out as she bends down to open the cabinet. I shake my head from side to side trying to erase that image of what I just saw. I look across at Ryan and the smirk on his face is pissing me off. Ryan nods at me which he is confirming my thoughts. Oh no, God help me, Dad is into Rosalie. Somehow when Rosalie stands back up with the 30 year old scotch in hand, her top seems to be lowered. My jaw drops as I watch Rosalie sway her hips walking towards my father to pour him his drink. My head jerks all around trying to comprehend my father hitting on Rosalie and she is playing her part which I have never seen before. Ryan is humorously watching my shock ridden expression.

He comes over to me
leaning down to my ear, “Nearly three hours that I have ridden with them and they flirted the whole way back to the Cantina.” I turn my head looking at him as he just offers a wink of his one eye and bats those amazing eyelashes over his stunning green vibrant eyes.

Rosalie pours us all drinks and we toast to finding lost loves. I think to myself that I must be tired. All this, everything happening at the Cantina is sounding cheesy. My father sees my eyes realizing that I need to have that alone time with him. He leans toward me, “Olivia, I am exhausted. Where am I sleeping tonight?”

I go over to Ryan
taking my Land Cruiser keys from his cargo shorts pocket that I locate by my frisk down.

Rosalie comes over to me, “Please take me home too
. I am exhausted.” I nod walking over to Ryan to let him know that I am driving them home and to keep running the Cantina until I get back.

I go to Rosalie whispering in her ear, “We got this covered, let me take you home.” My father reads my movement and grabs the bottle of scotch.

He turns to Rosalie, “I will pay you for this later. My girl and I need to talk at your home if you do not m
ind.” She nods as we all pile in the Land Cruiser.

I drive up to Rosalie’s home which I am always amazed with her front porch with rocking chairs overlooking the sea. I help unload my father’s belongings to the porch. He turns to Rosalie requesting so politely for three glasses. My father motions to the rocking chairs. I follow him as he is pulling a bag with him. We both sit and Rosalie joins us with three glasses. She seats herself on her wooden coffee table looking right at us.

Daddy pours 3 scotches, and raises his glass into the air, “Surprise, Olivia, Lizi Mac has been declared the Goddess of Metal for this year. The CD has gone platinum. I am so proud of you and that freaky horror movie loving kid from down the road.” I look at my father completely confused leaning towards him that I need to hear that again. He turns to his bag pulling out a magazine, a Loudwire magazine, my favorite magazine. He has a Post-it in the magazine for a bookmark to a page, and then he turns to it. I lift the magazine to my face to read it in the very dim light. All I can do is scream as I am jumping up and down like I was 18 years old again.

I speak excitedly, “Daddy, they love my music, the public understands my pain that I si
ng about.” My father holds his iPad close to his chest then presses his finger to watch a music video. My lovely song that I wrote is playing and my father looks up at me.

I am so proud of myself, but I see my father’s
pain as he speaks, “Ryan does not know yet that you have broadcasted your racy emotions to the world and run around nearly naked?” I look at my father, with a sense that I have let him down too. He reaches for his glass drinking it down fast and speaks to me in a quiet voice, “He is going to have to know that you are freaky and run around naked on music television.” 

Rosalie looks at me with a shocked face. “Olivia, I am sorry, I know he is very jealous right now. He is not going to handle this well. Are you really naked on TV?” she asks.

I look down to say yes to confirm her suspicions. “I am topless, but covered. I love my art, my music and when I was in a very bad place Ryan insisted that I go back to find what I love, to play with Chris to pursue my music.”

Henry si
ts up interjecting, “Are sure Ryan would be alright with this? You are broadcasting your dark and freaky sex life to the world?”

Not being shy at all, and I respond, “Daddy, are you really telling me that you did not have pet names for mom during when you were having sex?”

I look at my father for a moment while he blushes leaning in towards me, “Really honey, Ryan calls you a whore as a pet name? He really is his mother’s son.” 

I laugh, but being serious, “Daddy, that is who I am and mostly all of my tracks are about him anyway.” 

He was looking worried and speaks out,” Olivia, you have screwed up too much with that boy with keeping things to yourself. Just tell him tonight, please, who you are and what you have done with your art before it blows up in your face. If you are sure that you love him, you could lose him forever with your secrets. I know no one knows this is you and you have done a great job concealing your identity. If Katie finds out, your secret life will be known to all.”

I nod, “Ryan always hated my music. He made fun of it when we were dating. He said I really sucked.”

Rosalie puts her hand over her mouth, “That is very harsh and coming from his mouth that must have really hurt you.”

“Yes it did, because I loved him and I loved my music too. I kept telling him it was my outlet like his sports were to him. He did understand though and he knew that Chris and I were playing in some venues. He never came to see me at any of the venues
after we were married and told me it was my thing, not his. Then I stopped watching him play hockey. I felt that I was not going to support him if he was not going to support me.”

My dad leans into his back pulling out a CD and he reaches across to hand it to me, “Chris brought this to the house along with the magazine. He needs you to call him immediately. Also, we had to set up a bank account for your royalty money, since you wiped out your account from Ryan. Chris assumed that you were getting divorced when you chose to do this project with him. You need to figure out how to proceed and not let your friends down.”

I nod at him looking over the cd and Rosalie take it from my hands. She looks at me wearily
holding up the CD. “This is not going to go over well with Ryan. I see how he is with you, being protective and loses his mind if you are not covered up. He is hot headed and it is making him crazy now that one man lusts after you. Now you are adding fans to the mix. You said that he was fine with this in the past?”

My d
ad speaks, “She was never this over the top. She would wear silly frilly prom dresses to her shows.”

“Well, D
addy, like you said, I cannot let my band down. I am also not leaving here. I will have to work this out with Ryan, Maybe, I can get him to be our lawyer,” I say upbeat.

Dad
dy is shaking his head from side to side, “No, the band already has a lawyer. I am representing your band. I wanted to make sure that you follow your dreams. I thought with me being by your side, Ryan would have less of a fighting chance of persuading you to not follow through.” 

Rosalie looks over to me, “I am not saying that he bullies you or anything. He has a way of making you change your direction that best suits him. You are really going to have to stand your ground.” I listen carefully and agree.

Daddy then laughs out, “Ryan is extremely competitive and he does not like to lose. Olivia, remember that time he withheld sex from you for a month because he was mad when you beat him in the court room?”

I look up surprised, “How did you know about that?”

Dad takes another swig of scotch, “Your brothers. They tell me everything. They even told me when you lost your virginity in high school to Tyler, Chris’s brother?” Embarrassed, I nod yes. Dad continues, “Tyler ran his mouth a lot about the two years you were together. Oh the stories I would hear at the clubhouse about my own daughter. That is why Ryan is not allowed at the club house to play golf. He tried to rip Tyler’s throat out when he was talking about you.”

My mouth falls open, “I never knew.”

“I am surprised Chris did not tell you or your brothers. I think your brothers set up that meeting so there would be a scuffle. They were tired of Tyler’s mouth,” he says yawning.

That is my cue to get out of there since we have a big day tomorrow. “I am heading out. See you both tomorrow morning for Parker’s big birthday outing.” I give my dad a kiss and hug Rosalie good bye.

As I drive back to the Cantina, I keep thinking about what Rosalie said regarding Ryan’s temper. I have to figure out how to let him know that my band has kind of made it. I pull up see
ing that Ryan has closed up the front of the bar. I walk around to the back, and stop to see Ryan at the sink. I firmly place my hip to the door molding leaning watching Ryan wash the large pots. He has his shirt off and his cargo shorts are hanging low since he has no belt on. I continue to watch him in silence with his muscles flexing in his back while he is scrubbing the pots. I am completely turned on and take two steps further into the kitchen. I slam the door closed to make myself known. He glances over his shoulder to me standing there and he knows I am watching him.

He smirks sexually toward me and returns to washing. I am walking toward the sink until I am behind him. I wrap my arms around him from behind pressing kisses between his shoulder blades. He turns off the water. He spins around grabbing in me in embrace. He lifts me up to the stainless steel work area counter and places his hand on my crotch. He starts to pull off my shorts and underwear in the same motion as he has done so many times before. I feel his hands all over my breasts while I am digging my nails in to his buttocks. I am kissing him all over his unshaven face. He places a palm to my breastbones pushing backwards until I am lying flat on the table. I get lost in all the movement and don’t notice that he is out of his shorts completely ready to go. He grabs my shoulder to pull me close to enter me. He starts to murmur something. When he starts to go he increases his strength wildly taking me. His mouth is at my ear speaking so dirty. His words drive me completely insane as I am meeting him thrust for thrust to where we peak together instantly. I feel completely unraveled and breathless at the same time.

He pulls away from me to point out that he needs to finish cleaning the pots. I laugh out loud watching him put his shorts back on. I hop off the counter and get dressed. I decide to wait for him to finish his clean up duties outside. I head out to sit in the Land Cruiser.

Once home, he keeps yawning. To me that was a sign that I was not going to get anymore sex tonight. I grab my bag heading inside. I remove the CD from the bag putting it away immediately.