My Rock #7 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #7) (5 page)

As I walked back to my own bus, I didn’t know what
the fuck to think. She seemed genuinely pissed at me. I wasn’t sure if it was
because of the stalking or the accusations or both. Knowing Elly, I don’t think
she would have been that pissed if she’d really fucked that guy. She was pretty
genuine most of the time…shit…all of the time. It was the thing that attracted
me to her in the first place. At first it had only been about sex, but the
reason I’d wanted her so badly had been because she’d been so enthusiastic
about it. She moaned and groaned and shuddered at all the right times. The
little mewling sounds she made when I licked her…fuck, I was getting a boner
just thinking about it. Then I actually got to know her and I found out that
she lived her life like that. If she was happy about something, she showed it.
If she was pissed, she showed that, too. I’d be willing to bet that she hadn’t
lied to me about anything; hopefully that wasn’t just wishful thinking. But now
I really wanted to kick the pretty boy’s ass.

I was almost back to my bus when I saw the two
security guys that had dragged Brooke out. I remembered when Tony was talking
about Brooke earlier; I had thought about the cameras on the lot and wondered
if that was how he’d known. He said it was from the security report, but that
doesn’t mean the cameras didn’t catch some of it. I looked up at the camera
mounted on the light pole above my head and then towards the backs of the
security officers as they continued on their path.

“Hey!” I called after them. The bigger one, Brad,
turned around and said,

“Yes?”

I walked over to where they’d stopped walking and
said, “How are you guys doing tonight?”

“We’re okay; at least it’s not raining.”

“I hear that. I don’t know whose brilliant idea it
was to book a bunch of outdoor concerts in the middle of fucking fall, huh?”

Brad said, “I haven’t had a chance to talk to you
since that night, but I had to write a report about Brooke. She clawed the shit
out of my arms.”

“Yeah, I saw Tony today, he told me. That sucks man,
I’m sorry about that.”

He shrugged and said, “One of the hazards of our
job. I wanted to get a tetanus shot, though, so I had to report it.” I could
tell he felt guilty, or he was worried I’d be mad.

I decided it was a good time to ask him what I
wanted to ask. “It’s really okay. She was the crazy one, not me. I was
wondering, though, if I could ask you guys another favor?”

“You don’t have another naked girl in your bus, do
you?” It was the little guy and he actually looked a little too hopeful about
that.

I laughed, “No man.”

“Damn!” he said, with a grin. His partner was
grinning too. Good, because I knew that what I was about to ask them for was
pushing the boundaries of their jobs. I wanted them in a good mood.

“Yeah,” I said, “But I found out the hard way that
one naked chick isn’t necessarily as good as the next.”

“Or as sane,” the bigger one said. “Crazy bitch
tried to bite me and I’m pretty sure that some of my skin is probably still
underneath her fingernails.”

“I’m sorry, man. I really appreciated your help
though.”

He shrugged again and said, “Yeah well, it’s our
job. What is it we can do for you?”

I pointed up at the camera trained on my front door
and said, “Any chance at all you could get me a copy of the security tape from
the other night?”

The officers looked at each other and the bigger guy
said, “I don’t think we can do that.”

“Aw come on, man. It’s really important. If I had
any damned money, I’d even be willing to pay you to help me out here. But, they
don’t give me my million until the tour is over. I could be convinced to part
with some of that then though, just to show my gratitude for a job well done.”

“I think you just offered us a bribe,” the smaller
guy said. I wasn’t sure if he was offended or amused.

“I’m sorry, shit! I just don’t know what to fucking
do. My girlfriend thinks I slept with that skank; she thinks I lied to her. I
don’t want to lose this girl. I can’t believe I’m even saying that out loud
because it is so not like me, but I fucking do not want to lose her…please help
me.”

They looked at each other again and the bigger one
said, “Is Elly your girlfriend?”

“Yeah man, she was before this. Now she thinks…”

“She thinks you cheated on her with this Brooke
chick?”

“Yeah.
I have lied to her before, so I have priors there. But I’m not lying this time,
and she doesn’t believe me.”

“I like Elly,” the big guy said. “She’s a nice girl.
She’s got a lot more class than that other chick, that’s for sure. It’s too bad
she thinks you would choose a girl like that over her.”

I smiled and said, “Yeah, she is a classy lady and I
would never do that to her. I swear. But she thinks I did, and with good reason.
If you won’t do this for me, will you do it for her? She needs to know that I
wouldn’t cheat on her. This isn’t just about me; it’s about how it’s made her
feel.” I was playing it up a little for their benefit, but as I said it, I
realized it was actually true. I hadn’t really considered how bad it must feel
to her to think I’d choose that slut over her.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Brad told me. “I can’t
promise anything. The CEO may already have them. I’m sure he’ll go over them
because of the report. If he didn’t take them already, I’ll try and get a copy
before he does.”

I felt relief wash over me and I shook his hand and
said, “Thanks man! Seriously, just the fact that you would try means a lot to
me.”

I gave him my phone number and went inside the bus
at least feeling a little better. I still felt like shit about the fact that
Elly would think I did that to her…but then I’d thought the same thing when I
saw her with that pretty boy…fuck! This relationship shit was jacked up!

It took me a long time to quiet my head enough to
fall asleep. It was the first time in months that I wished I had just one
little sleeping pill. I told myself that I’d come too far to even think about
that. I thought about Elly instead, and the good stuff….

I slept in the next day and woke up to the bus
moving. I knew we were pulling out early, but it was still a little
disorienting when they did it while I was asleep. We were on our way to Santa
Fe, New Mexico. We were supposed to pull in there around ten or eleven in the
morning for the six o’clock show that night. I looked at my phone to see what
time it was and realized I had a text. It was already almost ten, which meant
we were almost there. I looked at the text and saw that it was from Brad, the
bigger security guy.

Hey
Tristan, I got those for you. I’ll come by with them when we pull into Santa
Fe.

I texted back.

Thanks,
man.

Then with a self-satisfied smile, I went back to
sleep.

I got woken up not long after when I heard the bus
stop and then the commotion of the crews outside setting things up. I looked
out the window, hoping to catch a glance of Elly, but no such luck. I showered
and ate a bowl of cereal while I waited for Brad. He didn’t disappoint. By noon
I had a copy of the security tapes in my hand. It was two DVD’s. I sat down and
watched one, happier than shit to see that it was date and time stamped, too. I
also realized as I watched it that the camera’s panned every so often and
caught every angle of the bus. There was a perfect shot of me answering the
door in my towel and Brooke standing there in the robe with the six
pack
in her hand. I saw myself let her in and close the
door. Shit! That didn’t really prove anything other than what Elly already knew:
I was in a towel with a naked chick on the bus. From the looks of the tape, I
could have invited her over. I popped that DVD out and put in the other one. As
soon as it started running I said,

“I’ll be a son of a bitch!” out loud. I couldn’t
believe what I was seeing. I watched it, happy because it looked like what I
needed, and pissed because I couldn’t believe the controlling bastards actually
did this.

I called Brad. “Hey, Tristan,” he answered.

“Why the fuck didn’t I know I was being videotaped. One
of these DVD’s was taken inside the bus. What the fuck is that about?” As I
talked to him, I looked around the bus. There were little tinted boxes in the
front corners that I’d never paid attention
to
.
Fucking surveillance cameras.

“Um…you asked me for the tapes so I just assumed you
knew. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I knew there were tapes of the outside. I had no
idea they had fucking camera’s inside the bus, too. What the fuck? Does Tony
watch them and get off on seeing me naked?”

He snickered; no one liked Tony. Then in a calm
voice he said, “It’s just for security measures, Tristan. No one even watches
them unless there’s a problem, a break-in or something like that, or something
like what happened the other day. It’s good they were there, not just for
Elly’s sake, but what if that crazy bitch did try to say you tried to force her
into something? I promise you, no one is trying to invade your privacy. You’re
a star now man. You can’t be too careful.”

I knew he was right, but I was still pissed. I
didn’t like the thought of them thinking they had a right to watch me without
my permission. “They should have at least told me. That way I’m not walking
around naked and shit. It’s a fucking violation,” I told him. He was quiet and
I suddenly realized I was yelling at the guy who did me a huge favor. He
actually put his job on the line for me, or at least for Elly. I said, “Shit,
man, I know it’s not your fault. The fucking producers act
like
they own us and it pisses me off. I’ll take it up with them. The rest of this
is golden though, thanks.”

“Sure, Tristan.
And hey man, I really wouldn’t worry about those tapes. I’ve been doing this
job for three years and the first one I’ve watched was this one, and just
because you asked me to. Like I said, Jake will probably watch the part where
we carry Brooke out if she contests what we’ve said, but that’ll be the end of
it, I’m sure. ”

“Yeah, thanks man.” I hung up, still watching the
clear ass view they had of everything that went on in the front of the bus.
There was a shot of the sliding doors that led to my bed, but at least they
didn’t seem to have a camera in there. I went in there and into the bathroom
and looked around just to make sure. I didn’t see anything that looked like a
camera.

Arrogant mother-fuckers really did act
like
they owned us, though. It was different
than
just being a star. They thought because they had a hand
in making you a star that they had the right to control your life. That was
bullshit. I thought about this Jake guy and Tony; neither one of them liked
me,
no matter how hard they tried to pretend that they did.
I started wondering if the whole point was to try and catch me doing something
I wasn’t supposed to. As pissed about it as I was, I was smart enough to
realize that I should wait until I had my money in my hand before I said
anything. They could bet that I would, though, as soon as I got it. I wasn’t
their fucking property. They were the ones who would be nowhere without me and
I couldn’t wait to tell them that.

I spent a few hours with the band again that
afternoon after all of that. The one thing that always helped me, always calmed
me, was music. No matter what kind of shit I was dealing with, the music
drowned it all out. We played through the songs for the show that evening,
changed up a few things at the last minute, and then I went back to the bus and
got ready for the show. Elly and the other worker bees were setting things up
for the show all day. I was going to give her the tapes that night. I kind of
wished I could get her to agree to watch them with me, so I could see her face.
I knew she was too pissed off for that, especially now that I’d accused her of
fucking that preppy guy. I’d done a lot of thinking about that and I had got
myself ninety-nine percent convinced that she was telling me the truth.

I was happy to see that she was working the room
that we had to pass through to get to the stage. We hung out there until it was
our turn and it would make it easy for me to give them to her. I sat in the
back and went over my songs in my head, watching her without letting her know I
was watching. I used to do that a lot when the show first started, after that
first time with her in the bar. It was weird; that seemed like a long fucking
time ago. So much had happened since then. She still made my cock twitch in my
pants every time I looked at her.

Finally, all of the other singers had done their
thing, and we did our group song. I was supposed to stand next to Brooke, but I
didn’t want to be anywhere
near
the skank so I mixed
it up. She knew what I was doing and tried to give me one of her ugly, “You’ll
be sorry” glares. I was not sure what she meant when she said that, but I
really didn’t give a fuck.

 
It was a huge
fucking stage and the place was packed and after the group song I couldn’t wait
to get back out there and do my thing again. I fed off that shit. Before I did
that though, I stopped next to Elly where she stood at the door. She looked at
me with wide eyes, wondering what the hell I was up to, I’m sure. I smiled and
handed her the DVD’s. Then I winked at her and said, “Watch closely.”