Save Me (Rock Romance #4) (4 page)

I look back to her se
ated beneath the bubble in the jacuzzi bathtub. Her eyes are closed and her face is serene, in peace and relaxed. I sneak up on her and ask her if she’d like her drink in a mere whisper.

She turns to me, my mouth only inches away from hers, “I’ll take it now.” She says on a breathless voice. Our fingers meet when she takes the glass from my hand. Her touch soothes me in a way that
I’ve never known, and I’m not comfortable with it. This appeal makes no sense at all, an attraction that I don’t have time for. I attempt to mask my emotions, it’s better if she has no idea how attracted I am to her. I begin to walk away when she interrupts me.

“Why don’t you join me?”

My cock hardens at the suggestion. I gulp my drink down and place the flute back on the counter. I toss my hat somewhere, followed by my shirt. I hear her gasp.

“Like what you see?” I ask her. She moans out loud, this results in my kicking my shoes off and yanking my jeans off in a striptease fashion. I slowly reveal my hard cock while freeing it
from the confines of my boxer briefs. It’s rigid and sticking straight out like an enormous staff.

“Sit up.” I demand.

She does so without hesitation, and I slide in behind adjusting her onto my lap. She feels me beneath her and moans, quickly covering her mouth on the end of said moan. I tell her not to hide it from me that I want to hear every noise she makes. Then I remove her hand from her mouth.

She
lays next to me, still unmoving after what we just did. Sex, not once, not twice, but three times. I look over to her, her eyelids are opening far less because she’s on the threshold of sleep from exhaustion. I ponder the idea of tucking her into my side and holding her throughout the night, it would be peaceful but also intimate. Something I couldn’t allow myself to let her believe. I didn’t want to make it more than what it was, sex.

When she catches me staring at
her, she smiles, those dimples are damn sexy.

“Thank you.” She says, her face blushing. She turns on her side facing me, wraps her arm around my hip and snuggles her face into my chest then dozes off to sleep. I remain frozen for a few minutes, what if she wants to stay come morning? What if
she thinks there is something more between us?

God damn it, is she really going to get all that from a little cuddling? I decide, maybe, just maybe she doesn’t have that crazy inside her
once and for all.

I roll over to
a cold and empty bed, the sound of clothing being tossed around. I wipe my eyes and open them only to find the stunning Abagail with my jeans in one hand and my wallet in another.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I roar whi
le jumping out of the bed, not caring if I am nude. She drops the evidence while I reach for it.

“It’s not what you think it is.” She stammers.

“Like hell it is. You were doing one of three things, fuck maybe all three. Obtaining my address, stealing my cash, or maybe my credit cards? On a scale of one to ten how right am I?” I ask snarky.

“Again,
it’s not what you think it was. I’m not a thief nor am I a stalker, I was just looking for your phone.”

“If you knew how many times I’ve heard this shit before, you wouldn’t be using that line. How about you do me a favor, get the fuck out of here.” I say while yanking my wallet and jeans out of her hands.

“I’m telling you the truth, I’m not a fucking groupie, and I wouldn’t go to those lengths to get close to you.”

“Sure you wouldn’t babe. I know how this shit works, you play hard to get, knowing
I’ll enjoy the chase, and then you cave. You play along with your innocent ‘I’ve never had a one night stand,' you act like you’re enjoying it, we have decent sex and then you think you’ve somehow snared me in your clasp. Newsflash, I’ve been playing this game for years, it’s nothing new. I see right through you. If you want money for last night, all you had to do was ask. But rifling through my shit won’t get you far, for that reason alone money is off the table. Now please leave before I call hotel security.” I scream into her face.

Her fake tears float down her face, and for the life of me I have no idea why I want to cradle her in my arms and apologize. To tell her how sorry I am for basically calling her a whore, if only for her to stop crying.

Tears are a weakness, man or woman, I can’t stand that shit.

She doesn’t argue back, she turns away from me and begins throwing her clothes on. As soon as her shoes are on
she books it to the door, when she opens the door to leave she takes one last glance back.

Mascara runs down her face, she looks beaten, broken, “Fuck you.” And then she’s gone.

“No, I guess that won’t be a problem.” I say and then hang up the phone.
Hard Wired Records
was just sold to be a subdivision of
Furious Rock
Records. The same company that holds a contract with
Steele’s Army
. The same company that needs me to be acting manager for
Steele’s Army's’
next tour. A tour that is already planned out and is set to leave in three days. Gage’s going to think I sat it all up, some kind of ruse to shove myself in his life. I didn't tell him about my job about what I do, I didn't tell him that his band is the one I idolized. It would have scared him off, had he known I’m sure he would have shoved me out of the room much sooner than he did.

Well, that can wait until we leave. I’ll let him have his say, let him believe whatever it is that he wants. I’m sure he’s going to lose it when he sees me.

“You look worried. Who was it?” Selena asks.

“It was my job. The company was sold.” I state.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I know you've worked hard to finally get your foot in the door. I’m sure something will come up- something better.”

“I’m not worried about losing my job, they still want me. It’s where I’m going that has me
concerned.” I tell her.

“They called you to tell you that you’re leaving?”

“Yeah. There’s a tour that’s already been set in motion that they want me to join. That’s not the problem though. It’s the band.”

“
Well, come on, spit it out who are you going on tour with?” Selena asks excitedly.

“
Steele’s Army
.”

She starts hopping around her small living room in excitement. “Yes! Finally! I am so happy for you Abby.” She starts fist pumping in the air chanting ‘yes,
yes.'

“I’m not happy. Don’t you remember what happened a month ago? Does the name Gage ring any bell?” I remind her.

“Yeah, but that was months ago, knowing him he probably forgot all about that night. If he didn't well he can get over it, it’s a job. One that you want and you need, he can’t expect you to say no and then become unemployed all for
him
.”

“It’s not just because of that night. He accused me of being a gold digger
in not so many words, and on top of that a whore. I still remember it like it was yesterday, he had the balls to suggest that he would have paid me. That I would have taken money just for sleeping with him. He thought I was trying to trap him into something. That I was playing with him. I don't care how long ago it was. He’s going to flip and accuse me all over again I know it. But if I want to get anywhere I have to take this job. I don't have a choice. I signed a contract with
Hard Wired Records
, I am at their beck and call for the next three years.” I explain.

“
Well, worry about it later, for now we have to celebrate your success in landing a tour with a major record label and band. I’ll call the girls and make plans. Three days isn't a lot of time for you to get ready.”

“I have to go shopping now for som
e newer clothes, with
Fighting Death
they were more of an opening band for slightly more successful bands. I didn't bother updating my wardrobe with them. But with
Steele’s Army
I'm sure they expect me to be completely professional at all times and looking the part. While you’re making plans, I’ll head to the mall and get everything that I’ll need. Maybe tonight we can do something because tomorrow I will be busy getting all of the documents from
Furious Rock
about this tour and the next day I will be leaving.”

“Alright, I’ll see what the girls are doing tonight.”

With that, I grab Selena’s car keys and head to the local mall. When I signed up for this job, I sold everything I owned. My life was to be on the road at any given time. It wasn't worth me trying to pay rent and electricity when I wasn't even going to be home to enjoy it. Nor paying for a car or car insurance. Before I left Selena and I already planned it that I would crash at her house on her couch and use her car if needed. She always kept a spare closet empty for any of my belongings that I wanted to keep. She was a Godsend.

I make my visit to the mall as quick as I can. I grab
four new-fitted pencil skirts, a few new blouses that I can interchange and a new black and grey pinstriped jacket. I stop into Victoria's Secret to grab some new undergarments. I have fairly new luggage so that’s an expense I don't have to incur. When I head back to Selena's apartment, I ransack my designated closet and start packing. Knowing the girls, I will be busy every minute right up until I leave.

I grab my luggage out, pack the new clothes I bought and add in some of the old. After triple checking that I didn't forget anything I put it back just in time for Selena to announce our plans for the next
sixty-odd hours.

“Okay, I’ve called the girls. Tonight its drinks and a movie while tomorrow will be a send-off dinner. Raven was a bit pissed, but come on when is she not?” Selena says laughing.

“True. So what movie are we getting?” I ask.

“I thought we could run out before they all get here, and see what the new release are. Maybe a comedy, it would probably be better with drinking and all. We don’t want to watch a romance, it would end with us all
blubbering messes crying our eyes out. I want this to be celebratory, you’ve landed a dream job- even if the douche is in the band.”

“Well then, what are we waiting for?” I say while slipping my sandals on.

We
ended up choosing
Ride Along
, a hilarious comedy about a guy wanting to prove his worth to his girlfriend’s brother. All the while we drink strawberry daiquiris, Raven’s mood seems to have improved since the last time I saw her. I tolerate her moods because she’s one of the few I have that I can count on in my life.  Yeah, she may always be moody, but if anyone were to have an excuse, it would be her, not that it she doesn’t piss me off often.

As the credits roll for the movie, I stand up and start cleaning the house up
, empty glasses linger around the end tables next to the couch and bags of chips are discard on the floor. Drunk ladies have no sense of cleanliness when watching movies.

“Abby, save the mess for the morning.” Selena calls out from the bathroom.

Raven and Sage linger in the kitchen, finishing off the remnants of the daiquiris we made before the movie started.

“So dinner tomorrow night? Have you decided where you’d like to eat, seeing as how you’ll be leaving the comforts of home for a couple months?” Sage asks.

“You know I’m not picky, wherever you guys want to go is fine with me.”  Food is food, wherever you are. After the life I’ve lived I have long since gotten used to not getting attached to one place for too long. Maybe that’s why I chose to fall in love with the job that I did.

Some have called me
lucky that I’ve visited so many places. Adventures I’ve taken, goals on my bucket list that I’ve crossed off. Sometimes though, I would like to find a place I could call
home, maybe a person to me feel at home.

“Just choose a damn place Abagail, you’re going away for God knows how long, leaving us all here behind to wait in the dust you kick up at us while running away.
The dinner is for you. So you can celebrate getting what you’ve always wanted. So just choose a fucking place!” Raven bursts out.

“Raven, I know that your sadness over me leaving likes to come out as anger but I really don’t want to
go being mad at you. So please, leave your bullshit at the door.” I say with patience in my voice.

“I’m going to head home.” She sneers at me. “Sage wanna share a cab?”

“Sure, we’ll call it a night. Text me when you guys decide where we’re going to meet up.” Sage says pulling me in for a hug.

Raven trails behind her, leaving the apartment. Selena decides at that time to enter the kitchen, “they left already?” She asks.

“Yeah, they were ready for bed. I am too, you need to decide where we’re meeting up tomorrow and text them. Night.”

“Goodnight.”