In Bed with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #2) (rockstar romance series) (3 page)

You can see within the darkness
if you try. You can be blind in the light if you don’t look. You can become
mine if you believe. You can suffer alone if you want. I try. I look. I
believe. I want.

.5.

A very dim light kept the room from
being in complete darkness. Jessica’s heart hadn’t stopped pounding since the
men carried her from the side of the stage right at the beginning of Slader’s
show. They had taken her down the hall to a room, and as she screamed, nobody
listened and not once did the men try to cover her mouth. It was all so
strange, scary, and yet, thanks to Alex Slader, somewhat erotic. Jessica found
herself handcuffed to a chair and when the door clicked shut she tried to
scream again. By then, the Ashes in Vain concert was in full swing and the
sound of the music pounded against the walls. Knowing she was at least in the
same place as Slader, gave Jessica some comfort. Somewhere in her heart she
knew that it was Slader who made it all happen but Jessica couldn’t calm herself.
When she moved her wrists, she was reminded of the cuffs. When she looked
around the room and her eyes couldn’t fully focus on any object it was a
reminder that she was in almost darkness.

Jessica was glad that she could
still experience the show. Even backstage, handcuffed, she still enjoyed it.
The sound of Slader’s voice was smooth and dripped with pain and sex at the
same time.
Pain and sex.

Jessica knew that was Slader’s
offerings to the world. Even though he was a billionaire and a dominating man,
the pain and the sex would always be the first and the greatest.

The concert ended and Jessica had
to endure the wait. She listened to voices move by the door again and again.
The sounds of people talking, laughing, equipment wheels rolling, echoed down
the hallway.

Jessica’s mind began to play with
her. Her senses were off centered and confused, leaving her wondering just how
much time had passed. Was it five minutes? Was it five hours? With no sign of
Slader anywhere, Jessica tried to panic but she was handcuffed to a chair.
There was nothing to do. Even if she screamed and someone found her, they
wouldn’t be able to get her out of the cuffs, and chances were, Slader probably
already had the entire scene set up, which proved one thing true.

Jessica would wait.

When the door finally opened, the
lights were turned on and she stared at Slader. A smile came across his face as
Jessica swallowed. She wasn’t sure how she felt in that moment. She was
relieved yet angry. Turned on yet scared. Too many emotions were surging
through her body at once.

“How was the show?” Slader asked as
he shut the door.

“I heard it,” Jessica said.

Slader smiled. “That’s okay.
Hearing is what makes you feel music.”

Jessica then looked around the room
and saw the instruments. Guitars, amps, keyboards, a piano. She was in a
storage room of instruments. Jessica didn’t need to ask Slader if they were
his, she just knew.

Slader walked to the piano and sat
down. His hands went to work. He played, a sad sounding melody softly that
pierced Jessica right at her heart.

“You see, Jessica,” Slader said.
“It’s about the heart. It’s always about the heart. That’s why sometimes we
wonder what people are doing together. They say some kind of nonsense about
attracting the opposite. That’s not it at all. It’s about heart.”

Slader turned. The notes died
quickly. He stared at Jessica and her excitement grew. Seconds passed, and then
Slader finally stood. He walked to Jessica without the care of his body. As he
stood in front of her, he was dominating. She was eye level with his pants and
she struggled to keep her eyes looking up at his.

With one hand, Slader reached down
and placed his hand to Jessica’s chest. She sighed at the feel of his touch.

“Your heart is racing,” Slader
said.

“You’re touching me.”

“You’re afraid. Of me...”

Slader took his hand away and
looked at it. A distant look came over his face. Jessica had seen the look
before but still didn’t understand what it meant. There was pain inside Slader
and Jessica wanted to understand it and she wanted to help him.

Slowly, Slader made a fist and
started to shake his hand. “She’s afraid of me. I’ve given her fear instead of
hope. Instead of trust.”

“No, Slader.”

Slader turned. Jessica tried to
move but the handcuffs hit the chair and she groaned. She was trapped under
Slader’s command, even if he did nothing.

Once at the door, Slader stopped.
He wasn’t going to leave. Instead he swung at the wall, putting his fist into
it. The wall cracked and had the imprints of Slader’s knuckles in it.

“I trust you,” Jessica. “Slader, I
trust you with my life.”

“Then why are you afraid?” Slader
asked.

Standing with his face to Jessica
made him look twice as big. His shoulders were a mile wide, the muscles along
his back pressing against his shirt. Jessica wanted to touch those bare muscles.

“I didn’t expect this,” Jessica
admitted.

“That’s part of life,” Slader said.
“You think I expected everything? When everything was taken from me? Yet, it
came back, Jessica, it came back...”

Slader stepped towards Jessica and
he touched her face. His eyes were different. Their color brighter. Jessica
wondered what exactly was running through the billionaire rockstar’s mind.

His right hand cupped her cheek and
his left hand went to the back of her neck.

“We’re going to leave,” Slader
said. “It’s time.”

“What about my story?”

Slader laughed. “You still send
that guy stories?”

“He promotes it that I’m on the
road with you.”

“Does he now...”

Slader nodded and Jessica could see
his wheels turning.

“I have an idea. We’re going to
send our friend, Mr. Plink, one more story.”

“Okay...”

“The title?
Goodbye
.
The text?
Goodbye
.”

“Goodbye?”

“Jessica, you don’t need anything
or anyone else but me. I’ll prove that to you. You can’t slip away. That’s what
happened before. Everyone wants what the best has, but the best already has it
and must protect it.”

Jessica opened her mouth to ask
Slader why he spoke like Jessica was someone else, but before the air could
escape her mouth, Slader leaned down and took the handcuffs on her wrists. He
moved fast and when Jessica heard the cuffs hit the floor she didn’t move her
hands. Slader grabbed her wrists and pulled her, commanding her to stand.
Jessica stood and stared at Slader.

“Come,” he whispered. “This show is
done. There’s nothing left for me to offer the fans here. It’s up to them to
savor my words and become the desire they need again.”

Jessica licked her lips and for a
split second, she pictured herself whispering
I
love you
to
Slader, but the thought quickly vanished. She had no idea where it came from
and it bothered her.

Slader held Jessica by one wrist
and guided her from the dressing room. He took her down a hallway, turned once,
and then moved to the door to exit the building. Not a single person saw them.
She felt like she and Slader were the only two people left in the world, and if
that were true it wouldn’t bother Jessica one bit.

Once outside, Slader moved faster.
A small gathering of fans waited near the gate and they started to cheer for
him. He kept his head down and walked. Jessica stayed alongside him until they
were at the tour bus. Slader opened the door and led the way. Jessica had been
on the bus many days and nights now, but something felt very different.

Slader stopped at the liquor
cabinet and opened it.

“Grab one,” he said.

Jessica didn’t look. She just
grabbed a bottle.

“Twist the top off and drink,” he
said.

Jessica listened and took a stiff
drink. It burned her mouth, her throat, and all the way down to her stomach.

Slader stood with his back to
Jessica.

“Ask me something,” he said.

“Why did you ignore those fans?”
Jessica asked.

“I didn’t ignore them,” Slader
said. “They paid for a show and I gave it.”

“Do you ever talk to fans?
Autograph anything?”

“I autograph deals that make me
money,” Slader said. “My signature on the back of a ticket stub is worthless.
It’s harboring a memory and nothing more. I am the memory, through my music.”

That seemed like a good enough
answer or at least the best Jessica would get from Slader. He was on the move
again and he went right to the shower. It still amazed Jessica that there was a
shower on the tour bus. It wasn’t quite as comfortable as the shower in a hotel
room but it did the trick.

“I’ll be in first,” Slader said.
“Give me two minutes to clean up. Then I expect you to join me. I want to hold
you against me.”

And that was all Slader needed to
say. Slader went to the shower and Jessica stepped back. She waited for the
water to turn on and then hurried to the bunk area to strip herself. Of course,
there was no other bed. The back of the bus was a giant bed for Slader and
Jessica. Oval shaped with black silk sheets, the room oozed sexual desire.
Jessica took her clothes off and when she let her bra fall to the floor she
cupped her breasts, covering them. There was still something so new and
different about being naked. She found Slader standing in the shower, his head
back, and the water pounding on his chest.

Jessica followed the water down his
muscular body right to where her eyes belonged. Even when Slader wasn’t hard he
was impressive. His body just hung there, thick and enticing. Jessica felt the
moisture rush between her legs. She let out a sigh and could feel her nipples
hardening against her own touch.

Slader looked at Jessica and
smiled. He allowed her into the shower and Jessica stepped in. The water felt
good, but Slader felt better. His hands touched her hips and he guided her to
the wall. He always wanted her in a submissive position.

“Move your hands,” Slader said.

Jessica knew Slader hated when she
covered up. She opened her hands and moved them off her breasts. They were
tender and her pink nipples were very thick, and very hard. They were so
sensitive that even the water made her knees bend. Each time the droplets
touched her nipples, Jessica felt surges of pleasure roll through her body to
between her legs.

“You are fucking amazing,” Slader
said. “Just amazing.”

“Slader...”

“I’m taking you away,” Slader said.

“Where?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Jessica said. “I told you
that.”

Slader moved closer. He touched his
lower half to hers. She could feel his cock pressing, thickening, wanting her.
He touched the tip of his nose to hers. “This is your chance to prove it,”
Slader said. “To give everything to me. I’ll be in complete control of
everything.”

“Yes,” Jessica said. “Take me,
Slader.”

“Good. We’re leaving right now.”

Slader turned the water off and
rushed from the shower. Jessica watched the water drip from his body for the
few seconds she could see him. Then he was gone and she was alone, in the
shower, with no water.

Jessica cupped her breasts and left
the shower too. She found Slader standing at the bed, staring at Jessica’s
clothing.

“Is everything okay?” Jessica
asked.

“Put your panties and pants on.”

Slader looked over his shoulder and
nodded.

Jessica did as told. She slowly
stepped into her panties, bending over. She felt Slader’s eyes upon her. She did
the same for her pants and then faced Slader, topless, her hair soaked.

“Go out front,” Slader said. “Wait
for me.”

At first, Jessica hesitated but then
she went to the main part of the bus and stood there, topless. She cupped her
breasts because it was her natural reaction to do so. She shivered and stood in
silence. She looked out to the front of the bus and wondered if anyone could
see her. It was nerve racking yet erotic. It turned her on. She lost her train
of thought, so when she felt hands against her sides, she jumped and cried out.

“Thought you trusted me,” Slader
whispered.

His hands moved around to Jessica’s
stomach. His hands crept up and forced Jessica’s hands out of the way. He
cupped her breasts, taking control.

“Oh, Slader,” Jessica whispered.

“Yes,” Slader said. “Yes. Then
let’s see...”

Slader moved his hands from
Jessica’s chest. He reached for the bottle of whiskey Jessica had taken a sip
from. He took a large shot glass and put it on a table. After pouring a large
shot, Slader dropped a pill into the drink, and it dissolved quickly.

Jessica wasn’t sure what to do. She
began to tremble.

“I would never kill you,” Slader
said. “I would never hurt you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Jess said.

“Then you need to drink this,”
Slader said.

“What’s going to happen?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I already said...”

“Then drink. Or go home, back to
Mr. Plink, and writing shitty articles. Take our dream and leave, again.”

There it was...
again
?
Jessica didn’t know what
that meant.

“I’m not handing you the drink,
Jessica,” Slader said. “You’re going to take it and enjoy it. I’m going to
watch.”

Jessica nodded. She looked to the
drink and then she looked down at her chest. She didn’t know why, but right
then she felt sexy. She felt wanted. It was all so much to accept. Slader
wanted her to prove her trust. He wouldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t kill her. He
wanted her. If Jessica really believed that then there was nothing to worry
about.

“Jessica,” Slader whispered. “I
don’t have time. I don’t believe in time. This bus will be leave soon, one way
or another.”

Jessica reached for the drink. She
held it to her mouth and felt Slader’s hands upon her again. His hands slid up
her body to her chest. His fingers spread and teased at her nipples. Jessica
tilted the glass back and felt the whiskey touch her lips.