Authors: Clare Cole

Tags: #rubenesque, #big girls, #bbw erotica, #curvy women, #bbw erotic romance, #rockstar erotica, #curvy girls, #rockstar erotic romance, #rock star erotic romance

More Than a Feeling (Curves for the Rock Star 3 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance) (5 page)

"What if he's not yours?"

"Already been there and done
that," Rick grinned. "DNA test. She got me good and proper. Despite
everything, I don't regret any of it. I have Luke, after all."

I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, you
also have a house that's been completely trashed and now I have a
stalker. Fantastic result."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Anyway,
we're going to have to get out of here. The police in this area are
next to useless but we won't be able to get a plane now until the
morning. May as well batten down the hatches and make the most of
it for tonight."

"You really think we need to
leave? Is she that dangerous?"

"Amy, she's nuts." Rick leaned
forward in his chair. "Stark raving crazy. After we had the DNA
test I promised to support her and Luke but refused to be with her.
I made it absolutely clear we had absolutely no future together
whatsoever. You know what the first thing she did was? She booked
herself into a room at the Savoy in London, got into the bath and
slit both her wrists. That was with a two-month-old Luke crying his
eyes out in the same room as her. "

I shuddered. "Shit."

"Shit indeed. It was Luke's
cries that alerted the hotel staff that something was wrong, thank
God. But after that she got worse and worse. Obviously, the
authorities removed Luke from her care and I took out a restraining
order against her, not that that means anything. If she wants to
turn up somewhere that I am, she will – as you can clearly see
around you."

I threw my head back on the
chair, collecting my thoughts. "So what happened to Luke after she
tried to kill herself? Couldn't you have looked after him?"

Rick shook his head. "I was a
fucking mess at that point, Amy. The person you see now isn't who I
was back then. I was kicking drugs, kicking alcohol and had a
two-year world tour to finish. I was in no fit state to be a
father. Hell, I could barely look after myself, let alone a child.
But I still had a conscience, you know? That's where Michael and
Julia came in. We went way back to when I was playing tiny clubs.
They couldn't have children, had tried IVF and everything. I knew
they were good people, responsible people. More responsible than I
ever could have been at that time. So I swallowed my pride and gave
them the gift of a child and Luke the gift of real parents who
weren’t both screw-ups."

Suddenly, there was a gigantic
crash from downstairs. We both looked at each other, panic flashing
across our faces, and Rick grabbed the fire iron. We cautiously
made our way down into the hallway where a red envelope lay near
the entrance. Rick opened the front door and looked outside. The
wind made a faint rustling noise through the trees but there was
nothing or no one to be seen. Rick picked up the envelope and
thrust it in my direction.

"It's for you."

I looked at the front and
shivered.

FOR AMY

Cautiously, I split open the
seal and took out a single note of paper.

Has he written you a song like
he did for me yet? Has he declared his undying love with words and
music?

You like songs, Amy? I can
write them too.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You stole my man,

Now I'm coming for you.

“
Call the Police,” I
barked. “I don’t care if they’re useless. Call them anyway. We need
their presence around here.”

Rick bolted the door and looked
around for his phone. “Shit.”