Our initial stop on the tour was Tower Bridge. We stood at the center overlooking the river and I took a few hundred photos on my phone. It was windy and her sleek blonde hair swirled in every direction. It was good to relax, no stress from touring, or the press. Her laugh was a genuine, alluring sound that trickled into my soul.

Sweet.

Melodic.

Beautiful.

Her smile was radiant, carefree, and in that moment I knew I will love her forever.

As we stroll to the Tower of London, we hold hands. Being out in public, not caring who saw us because she was my girl. There was nothing standing in our way. The world knows I am taken. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders.

I stole glances at her as we wandered around, and I realized without a doubt I wanted more. Since I laid eyes on her that day she spilled her coffee on me, this woman has stopped my life from spinning out of control. The echoes of her soul, mingled with mine, composing a melody in my heart. Beautiful. Everlasting. Our lives are intertwined like a song, woven with lyrics, chords, and notes. I can't let her go. Not now. Not ever.

“You okay, Petal?” Chestnut pools peer at me, and a grin lights up her face.

“Yes, I guess I am exhausted. It’s been a long few weeks.” I understood that. Touring isn’t easy. We’re headed home and things would blow up. The media will have heard my announcement and they would want to meet Tayla. I hope she’s ready for it.

“Let's go back to the hotel?”

“No, the Tower then dinner.” Once we reach the front of the queue, the girl behind the cash register glances up and I see the recognition flit across her stare. Fuck. Pulling my hoodie up, I offer her a slight grin and pay the entrance fee. Without another word, I pull Tay along with me.

“What was that about?” She snickers, stealing glances backward at our cashier.

“She recognized me. I was making a hasty getaway.” Tayla’s sweet laugh resounded through the crowd causing me to smile.

“Well, I think you’re safe now. I can be your bodyguard.” Another giggle escapes her beautiful plump lips. She’s so perfect.

* * *

Once we boarded the plane, Tayla fell asleep on my shoulder. She looked so peaceful. We were all exhausted. I let her rest. So I pulled out my laptop and worked on the details for the upcoming tour around the US. We had two weeks off. Then we had a few local shows. “Ki, we need to schedule a meeting with the label tomorrow. I want to finalize this album and get them off my back.”

“Sure. I can call them when we land.” We would be back in LA early morning, so that will give me time to have everything finished. Once that’s done, I want to plan a vacation for Tay and me. Maybe take her up to Napa for some wine tasting. A dirty weekend. My email alerts me of a new message. As soon as I open it, my body goes rigid.

I thought we heard the last from Arina. No such luck.

“I want a restraining order.” With a glance up at Kierra, turning my screen so she can read the message. Her face drains of color. Her stare locks on mine.

“This is ridiculous.” I nod in agreement. Arina is still begging me to organize a show with Gucci for her. There have been women that were unscrupulous with using me and my fame for what they wanted. She takes the cake. I never came across someone this low. She’s heard about my relationship with Tayla, since I announced it to the world. “I will handle it. This little bitch is starting to seriously piss me off.” Ki hated her. Even though we dated for two years, there was always an underlying tension between them. I was stupid. I know that. Leaning back, I close my eyes and try to get some sleep.

“Callum Hayes, I heard a lot about you.” My eyes take in the slim woman wearing next to nothing. She’s one of the models. I recognize her from the show. Liam and I spent the evening at New York Fashion week. It’s frustrating needing to be seen. I was content to relax in the hotel, but my brother is happier with the five women he has hanging from his arms.

“You have?” She nods. Her manicured finger travels over my chest. It's like taking candy from a baby. No challenge. I could snap my fingers and she will drop her panties.

“They say you have a beautiful… voice?” Her other hand falls to my crotch. My dick thickens at her touch. With a gulp, I down my drink and grasp her wrist and haul her backstage.

“You want my cock?” My rough growl in her ear has her body trembling.

“I do.” I lift the hem of her dress, tugging it up, finding her naked beneath. A slow stroke of her slick bare cunt has my shaft throbbing.

“You’re already dripping for me?” My index finger slides into her with ease. She’s tight. Hot. Wet. Just how I like them. The buzz of the champagne, wine, and beer has me aching to drive into her.

“Fuck me. Anyway you choose.” Her words are fuel to my raging hard on. I pull my finger from her and drop my zipper. With the foil wrapper on the floor, I sheath myself and slam into this little slut. Fuck. Her body cinches my thick erection. I draw out slowly and plunge in deeper, leaving her breathless.

“That’s it, take my fucking dick. You wanted a rock star to fuck you.”

“Yes, fuck me!” Her cries are loud. Bringing my hand up, I cover her mouth as I ram into her. Her whimpers are muffled. Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me in. My release is close and when her eyes roll back and her cunt squeezes me, my body goes rigid and I fill the rubber.

As soon as I slip out of her, I discard the condom in the trash. Her green eyes glisten up at me, I recognize the emotions that are always there. Desire. Lust. Need. Once her dress is smooth, and I am tucked in my pants, we make our way out to the party. My brother’s stare settles on me. His eyebrow quirks in question. I don't acknowledge him. Strolling to the bar, I order a drink. Once I have another beer, I down it in one deep swallow. “Here’s my number rock star. Call me if you want a repeat performance.”

With a wink, she leaves a napkin with her number written in bright red lipstick. Against my better judgment I push it in my pocket.

My eyes crack open as soon as the plane is coming in to land. My mind is reeling from the dream. It was too real. My past wasn’t the brightest and the things Arina and I did were constantly on the subtle line between right and wrong. I never did drugs though. My brother on the other hand did. Kierra’s stare is burning a hole into me. When I meet her gaze I realize she’s worried about Arina.

“I emailed our PR. They’ll issue a statement about you and Tayla. Then we can have the restraining order delivered. You know there will be retaliation?” I nod. I need that woman out of my life. This shit has to stop. My life is finally where I want it to be. With a delicate caress on my girl’s cheek, her eyelashes flutter, and I am met with deep chestnut.

“We’ve landed.” She grins and my heart soars. Nothing can prepare you for the moment love strikes. She has captured my splintered soul and filled the cracks with her love. My sweet damaged angel.

“Hey.” Her voice is heavy with sleep. When she straightens, I miss her body against mine.

“Hey gorgeous.” Planting a soft chaste peck on her lips, I rise, clutching our bags. Lacing my fingers with hers, we disembark. I leave the crew to pack the trunk. Liam, Kierra, Ryan, Tayla, and I step into the arrivals section of the airport and we are hounded by press. There are a few hundred people, yelling and hollering. The flashes are blinding and I immediately pull my hoodie up. Tay follows suit, and we are led by the security through to our waiting car.

“That was unbelievable.”

“It was. Guess they’ve learned about my current relationship status.” With a roll of her eyes, she peers at me. Pulling her against me, I wrap my arms around her. The desire to touch her is a persistent ache.

“Bro, you’ve upset a few million women. It’s okay, I am ready to help them overcome the disappointment.” Liam’s chuckle earns him a scowl from both girls. “What? I’m joking.”

“You better be kidding, Hayes. Or you can deal with my sister.” My brother and Emma hit it off in London, and when she arrives back here in a month I expect his hands will be full trying to deal with her. Both Quinn sisters are little sticks of dynamite.

“Tayla, understand this. There are things I will do to her. Things to make her forget she was angry with me.” The smirk on his face is evidence of whatever is running through his mind is filthy. It’s something I don't need to know. Or be privy to imagining.

“Bro, seriously. We do not need visuals.” Laughter echoes throughout the car. We’re pulling up to the house moments later. There's something I have to ask my girl, and I hope she will not deny me. My phone rings as we step into the living room. A quick glance at the screen tells me that this isn't good. I don’t want to take the call, but ignoring her would only anger her. “Hayes.” With a smile, I leave Tayla and stroll outside. “What?”

“Do not take my threat lightly, Callum. Your help landing the Gucci show is vital for me. I have to walk for them. Make it happen.” Arina’s voice grates my nerves, but there is nothing I can do until the press release is ready. Stalling her is my only option. This is ridiculous.

“You know I can’t do this anymore. It’s done. Over. Do you not understand? I am in a relationship.”

“Twenty-four hours.” Her words are venomous, and the poison runs through my veins. There will be consequences if I don't follow through. Knowing the woman on the other end is a snake, I shudder to think what she has up her sleeve. The restraining order is imperative then she can disappear.

“Fuck you.” The line goes dead. I feel eyes on me, and when I turn I come face to face with Tay. Her gaze holds questions. Do I tell her? A decision needs to be made quickly because this is it. She would not let it go. I can see it in her eyes. The last time I kept a secret from her she left me. Now, I choose to do it right. Honesty is the best policy. Right?