Rock Star Billionaire

He disposed of the condom and climbed back naked into the bed, reaching for me and pulling me close to him. “The hell you didn’t. It might have been quick, but it was the hottest connection I have ever had.”

I smiled as his arm tucked under my breasts, the warmth of his body against mine a comfort. My heart was in turmoil, enjoying the moment that oozed so much aching tenderness that I wanted to cry into the pillow. Why had I developed feelings for him? Why had I put myself in this position to be hurt and hurt badly?

It wasn’t long before Owen’s breathing evened out and I realized that he had fallen asleep, though my own body was still revving from the encounter. Just like earlier, I was antsy, unsure of what to do. Careful not to wake him, I slid from his arms and gathered my clothes, throwing them on in case someone had come to the penthouse while we were busy.

I took one last look at the bed and sighed. He looked so different when he slept, not the bigger than life rock star that I watched on stage, but somewhat vulnerable, actually. His lips were curved into a slight smile, and I could only hope I had put it there. I tenderly kissed his forehead.

Opening the door, I was relieved to see that the living room was void of anyone else. Good. I didn’t want any awkward encounters tonight. I had done exactly what I had planned on not doing, and though I knew in my head it wasn’t smart to keep this attraction going between Owen and me, my heart was saying something completely different.

I flopped on the couch and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I needed to make sure that no awkward photos or comments were being made about the band. Plus, I needed to update their social media pages with the new shots I had taken tonight.

Pulling up one of my favorite media sites, my heart dropped into my stomach as I saw the photo plastered all over the front page. A photo of Owen and some woman wrapped around him in the back of the concert venue, her lips on his. What the hell? Weren’t those the same lips that had just kissed me senseless all the way to the bedroom? My stomach sank.

Throwing my phone on the couch, I ground my eyes with the palms of my hands, feeling nauseous. I was no different than the rest of those women. I was easy access, nothing more than a bed partner.

Well, I was so done with being such. I was going to finish this round of concerts and go back to my normal life, even if I wasn’t going to feel normal. They could find someone to replace me for when they started up the next leg of the tour.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Owen

The last strains of the song faded away, and I just stood there, unsure of how I felt about it. Before me was the stadium we would be playing in later that night. While empty now, it would be packed to the rafters with screaming fans in a matter of hours, yet, I felt strangely detached from the excitement I normally felt. We had played out a few songs, but they hadn't sounded quite up to par.

Of course, with all that was running through my mind, the music hadn't done too much for me. I couldn’t shake the void I was feeling inside me. The worst part was that I knew exactly why I was feeling that way, and it was pissing me off.

For over a month, Nalia had been avoiding me like the plague — exiting the room when I entered, refusing to answer my calls, and only responding to texts that were directly related to the tour. If she needed to speak to someone in the band or give instructions, she would only talk to Talon or one of the other guys – never to me. It was like the moments we had spent together had all been nothing but a dream and she had no idea who I was. And not only that – it was like she had no interest whatsoever in knowing, either.

“Owen.”

I turned to see my brother right behind me, a concerned look spread across his face. It actually looked a hell of a lot more like pity more than concern, and I hated to be pitied more than anything. It was getting to me.

“You were fucking off on that beat,” I blurted at him.

“What?”

“You heard me,” I said, the anger I was feeling over Nalia ignoring me was starting to wash through my core. “You were off.”

Talon’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer. “Get a grip, dude, and stop dishing out bullshit just because you’re in a shitty mood. Because what you just said is pure bullshit. I was far from being off.”

“Tell yourself what you want,” I shot back.

“Ask any one of the other guys in the band. You're the problem, Owen. Your singing sucked, man; you missed half your cues and were hitting off key all over the place. Where the hell is your head?” he questioned.

I flexed my hands. “It’s on your damn playing. That shit was awful.”

“Whatever, you fucking asshole! Stop trying to blame me! You know it's on you, and you're just not willing to admit that it was your fault!”

“The hell it was. Shit, maybe I should just bring in the drummer from the opening band to take your place. At least he can keep a beat.”

Anger flickered through Talon's eyes.

“Back off, Owen. You're full of shit right now and you know it. Quit fucking blaming me for your fucked up issues. We both know this has nothing to do with the music.”

“Fuck you, Talon. You're dragging this band down.”

Talon’s jaw clenched, and suddenly his hands were shoved against my chest, causing me to stumble across the stage.

“Go to hell, Owen!”