The Complete Rockstar Series

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I grab her hand and drag her out of the room with her stumbling over her ridiculous heels. I find an empty office next door and shove her inside, pinning her roughly against the wall.

“You want to fuck me?” I growl, biting up and down her neck. I reach around and grab her tight backside and push forward, grinding my cock into her.

“Of course I do, you’re hot as hell,” she purrs, trying to capture my mouth in a kiss. I turn my head so she can’t get my lips. It ruins everything if I kiss them. I know who I’m fucking if I’m kissing them, and I don’t want the illusion wrecked. If I’m drunk enough, I can convince myself that I’m with Ellie, but if I taste them, I can’t. No one tastes as sweet as she does.

I remove a condom from my pocket and unzip, quickly rolling it down my hard length. Reaching under the girl’s skirt, I yank her panties to the side and shove into her without any warning. She goes with it, they always do, even though I pay no attention to her needs or wants. I could give two shits about the girl I’m fucking, she’s using me and I’m using her.

“Mmmmm, keep going baby,” she moans, running her fingernails under my shirt and across my skin. I pound into her at an unforgiving pace, holding her against the wall as she wraps her legs around me. I bury my head in her neck and imagine that she smells like vanilla.

“Fuuuck!” I yell as I thrust one final time and empty all of my frustrations into the nameless, faceless girl.

Panting, I pull out and toss the used condom in the bin, lowering the girl back to her feet. She straightens up her clothes and I zip back up at the same time the door opens and Dax comes barging in.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you… oh,” he says when he spots the scantily dressed woman, his eyes flashing back to me as I tuck my dick back into my jeans.

“What’s going on Dax? Move your big arse.” Someone speaks from the hall, pushes around Dax, and enters the tiny office.

I’m bowled over in disbelief. “Kate? What the fuck are you doing here?” My mouth hangs open stupidly. Kate is here, from the U.K.

Am I dreaming?

“Adam.” Her sharp eyes narrow as she assesses the situation and quickly figures out what’s been going on here.

I whisper to the girl and nod to Dax. He’ll get rid of her for me. Dax escorts the girl out and thoughtfully closes the door behind him, leaving me trapped with a very angry looking Kate Campbell.

“Kate…” I hold my hands up, palms out to keep her calm.

“What the hell Adam!” she shrieks. “How could you do this? After everything Ellie’s been through, you start shagging slags behind her back as soon as she’s out of your sight?”

I’ve heard enough, now I’m good and mad. I step over and get right in Kate’s face. “What do you mean everything she’s been through? What about me? Huh, Kate? I’ve been through fucking hell here!”

“You selfish prat,” she hisses, her face twisted with rage. “Ellie’s dad dies and her mum has cancer and you’re here having it off with some slapper? Well fuck you!” Kate reaches out and shoves me with both hands until I stagger backwards into a cheap desk.

My drunken buzz evaporates in an instant. “What did you say?” I ask, stepping back so I can lean against the desk, now afraid that my shaking legs will no longer hold me upright. “Ellie’s dad died?” I bend over and gasp for air as if someone punched me and knocked the wind out of my lungs.

Kate’s angry scowl melts when she sees my confusion. “She didn’t tell you?” I shake my head, unable to form a response. “She didn’t tell me either,” Kate continues, “my parents told me yesterday when I rung them up after checking into my dorm

itory. I’ve been traveling with my team all summer and hadn’t rung home in weeks. I came here because I thought she’d be with you.”

“She’s not with me. What happened?” My heart twists painfully in my chest at the thought of Ellie all alone, dealing with her mum’s cancer, the grief of losing her dad, then losing Dax, Kate, and me. I try to hold in my pain, but it comes out as a strangled sob.

Kate takes a seat next to me on the desk and puts her hand on mine. I’m shaking, I know she can feel it, but I don’t care if she sees how weak I am, how pathetic I am when it comes to Ellie.

Kate squeezes my hand. “Drunk driver ran him down.”

“When?” I’m trying to process this information without losing my shit completely, at least not yet.

“Early June or late May, I think. Her mum was still in treatment, that part I know. So when is Ellie flying out for school? I’ve been trying to reach her, but her phone number doesn’t work anymore. Mum said they moved out of my old building.”

“Her number doesn’t work?” I repeat. She must have changed it after we spoke. She moved as well. I have no way to reach her or find her. “She’s not coming,” I whisper hoarsely. “She broke up with me in June. Told me she met someone else and was staying to go to school in London.”

Kate gasps, and I can tell she feels sorry for me, even after catching me in a back room with some random scrubber. “Adam, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she did that. You know those are all lies.” She squeezes my hand again and looks at me with pity.

I jerk away and stand up, suddenly determined to not let her see this get to me. “Don’t look at me like that, Kate. I’m fine. Our band’s doing brilliantly, I get to fuck a different girl every night, what’s not great about that?” The words are there, but they’re as hollow and unconvincing as they feel.

She tilts her head knowingly and frowns. “Right Adam. You’re fine. That’s why the girl who just left here looked a lot like Ellie.”

I get right up in her face. “So I have a type! What the fuck, Kate? Why do you give a crap who I’m with, huh?”