As soon as I step inside the house Liam rounds on me. He noticed my hand on her back. The air is thick with emotion between me and Tayla. Everyone noticed. Ki is not naïve, she scowls at me and I know why. I don’t blame her. I am so fucked. “What the hell was that?” His tone is sharp and my glare falls on him. I am not in the mood for this.

“What do you mean?”

“Jesus Cal, I am not fucking blind. You just about jumped her bones out there.” I groan. Turning around walking into the studio. I can feel my brother behind me. He will not let this go.

“It’s nothing, let it go?” Grabbing my guitar, I sit down. There is no way I am meeting his gaze. He will see right through me. “Please?”

“Jesus, you’re a sucker for punishment. Fine. Just be careful. You realize you can't be with this girl. She’s our intern. The fucking papers will have a field day.” There isn’t anything I can do. Doesn’t he understand that? She’s in my fucking head.

“Liam, I realize that. I am not a fucking idiot.” Without another word, he spins on his heel and saunters out. Leaving me to my thoughts of a girl that is in my every thought. My fingers strum the chords of a melody that’s been playing in my mind for the past few days. It’s slow, soft, different to my other songs. I asked her to dinner that’s not something I normally do. But something about her makes me want to know her.

“Cal, can we sort this contract out? You added a clause?”

“Yes.” I peer up at Kierra. There is something she wants to say. I know it.

“And the point of this is?”

“Kierra, forget this. What the fuck is wrong with everyone? I need to be on my own.” Before she can answer, I place my guitar down, stand up and walk past my assistant to the door.

“I know what you’re doing Cal. I suggest you stop whatever little plan you are formulating in your head.” My hand twists the door handle. Not turning to Kierra, I open it and walk out. Pulling out my phone, I call my mother. She’ll give me advice. I am out of my comfort zone here. Unfortunately, I get her voicemail. On the patio, I glance around. The staff have all left, and it’s quiet. My favorite time of the day. When I have a few minutes alone. “Liam Hayes!!” Kierra’s scream has me chuckling. My brother is always in trouble. Shaking my head, I walk up to the gate and slip out. Maybe a walk will do me good. With my phone in hand, I update my social media status and check the updates. Two hundred notifications I don’t want to think about. We’re announcing our new tour in two days and that’s when the madness starts.

When I reach the boulder at the top of the hill, I sit back and scroll through the contacts. Her number is there. I save all my crew’s numbers. Will a message be too personal? I know what she thinks, she’s seen the tabloids. What can I say? I can be a party animal. Even though I have done things I shouldn’t, in public, I wouldn’t do that with her. There is something different about Tayla. Something tells me this girl will be a challenge. My eyes flit up to the view in front of me. A city that made my dreams a reality. The city of Angels. That’s where I got the title for our hit single, Damaged Angel. This is the land of dreams, where they’re created and destroyed. I open the message app. She might not reply, but I might as well try.

I hit send and sit back, watching the sun disappear behind the horizon. The tranquil atmosphere calms me somewhat. A few minutes later, my phone buzzes. Sliding the unlock screen, I see her name pop up. Before I open the message, I take a deep breath. My heart is racing against my chest. It’s an unusual feeling, wanting and needing someone to talk to you. I am so used to people vying for my attention, that Tayla, confounds me. She’s not like the other girls. There isn’t an inkling in her actions to tell me she is impressed by my fame.

I can’t help chuckling at her response. She’s right. I am trying to impress her. Why? I have no fucking clue, but I want to.

Once I hit send, I immediately see the dots on my screen. She’s obviously in the mood for banter and to be honest, so am I.

As soon as I hit send I realize I called her doll face. Shit! She will call me out on it, and I won’t be able to explain myself. At least, not unless I want a slap. I can’t help it if her face is perfect. She doesn’t need tons of make-up. She’s a natural beauty. The other thing I couldn’t help noticing was her perfect peach ass. Fuck, I definitely want a bite of that. I bet she tastes as sweet.

She’s obviously done her research. I have been vegetarian for years, so she will definitely have to trust me. I hit reply and chuckle.

I don’t have to wait long for her reply.

Interesting. Okay, that will make this easier. She will be in my bed, sooner than I thought. I will make sure that her fandom status only grows, much like my cock at the image of having her pink plump lips wrapped around it. Her beautiful brown eyes looking up at me, sparkling while I fuck her pretty face. I need to stop this. I can’t walk back to the house with a raging fucking hard on.

With that, I make my way down the hill. It’s dark now, and I hope that Liam has called it a night. I want to relax and think about where I will take the lovely Tayla. This will be interesting for sure. As soon as I step into the house, there isn’t a soul in sight. The lights are off and I walk into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of chilled water from the fridge. My phone buzzes and I pull it from my pocket.

Yes, in my dreams. That’s precisely where you will be tonight. I grab a towel from my bedroom and walk into the adjoining bathroom. I love my space, it’s the only thing that keeps me mildly relaxed in the chaos that is our home office. Since we’ve been doing all our recording and filming here, it’s been chaos. I can’t wait to get on the road again. Stepping into the hot spray, I feel my muscles relax. Tayla Quinn is going to dinner with me.

I will prove to her I am not the asshole the tabloids make me out to be. There is only one problem. Will she finally believe me? I wonder if she would consider dating. If not, I can make sure she can’t get enough of me. I will have this girl. Once the water cools, I step out and towel dry myself. In the bedroom I find my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I slide my finger over the unlock screen and notice a message. It’s her.

This earns her a chuckle. Is she flirting? I think she’s flirting. Fuck yes. I knew she couldn’t resist my irresistible charm. And of course, all the girls know I am packing a monster, that’s why they want me. For recognition of fucking a rock star so they can climb the ladder. I am not complaining. As much as I want her in my bed, I have a feeling that this is different to my regular hook ups. This will not be one night. And that scares the shit out of me. But I want to see how far she’s willing to go.

I love how she’s let down her guard with me. She seems more relaxed. I wonder how long that will last. So far, step one is complete. Flopping onto my king-size bed, I can’t stop imagining her blonde hair splayed on my pillow. Against the soft black cotton sheets, her skin like ivory in contrast to the black. As I imagine her moan my name in that sweet sexy voice has me hard as rock. I want to be inside her tight little body. To feel her tighten around me. She will be under me, in my bed, very fucking soon.

* * *

“Callum fucking Hayes, that’s what you’ll be screaming darling.” My gaze falls on a beautiful brunette that just walked in. We had just finished the show and my brother disappeared with a girl, actually two, and I know he will not be coming back soon. He always does this. After every show, a few girls are always ready and waiting, and he takes full advantage. Me, I’m picky.

Don’t get me wrong, I take advantage of these women. The ache to get my cock squeezed by a tight pussy is always there. The adrenaline after finishing a show has my blood pumping. Now there’s a cute little brunette with a sexy body staring up at me with big doe eyes. All I can think of is burying myself in her for an hour or two.

I pull her into my room. When the door shuts, she’s on me like she’s climbing a fucking tree. Hungry little whimpers escape her plump lips. This isn’t how I do things darling. I am in charge. I push her until she’s kneeling before me. “This is how I want you… for now.” A wink and she’s giggling. She knows what’s coming.

With my jeans at my knees, I tug my boxer briefs down. Her gaze falls on my hard, thick cock. “Will you be able to take every inch in your pretty little mouth, kitten?”

“Yes.” Her eyes are round in… Shock? Awe? I don’t know, or care.

“Open your mouth, tongue out.” My voice is thick with lust. She complies sweetly. Fisting her long brown hair, I bring her to my dick. Sinking into her warm wet mouth is heaven and my head drops back. Not stopping, I thrust until I hit the back of her throat. The sound of her choking spurs me on, and with a wicked grin, I push just a little more. Fuck that feels good. Her tiny hands come up and grip my thighs.

I glance down and find her beautiful eyes shining with tears. When I slide out, she smiles. “You like that little one?” I watch her lick her lips. That’s all I needed. I fuck her mouth. Faster, and deeper. She takes me deep, but not all nine inches. No girl can take it all. Her jaw will be sore later. Her whimpering and moaning around my dick has my release shooting down my spine and my balls tighten. “You want rock star seed, slut?” She nods enthusiastically. And that’s when I give it to her. Every fucking drop.

My eyes snap open. The dreams and memories assault my sleep. Every night, it’s like I can’t escape my past. Swinging my feet over the side of the bed, I glance at the alarm clock. It’s only 7 am, but I know most of my staff will mill around the house. Today is my date with Tayla. Since it's at six, I have to think about where we should go. Grabbing a pair of sweatpants, I pull them on and walk into the living room. Just as I thought, its buzzing with staff. “Mr. Hayes.” My newest web designer is in early, we’re launching our new website and I want everything working perfectly.

“Christopher, is everything ready? It needs to go live at midday.”

“Yes, I have it ready. I am testing everything again, and I will set it up for midday launch.” Nodding, I make my way to the kitchen. I need coffee. As soon as I step into the room, I come face to face with chestnut eyes. Fuck she looks incredible today. She’s just filled a mug. Once she turns, her gaze travels over my bare chest and slowly down to my waist. Like she’s reading a book, I notice her take in every inch of the ink on my ribs. There is hunger in her eyes and I allow her to take her fill.

“Callum, how are you today?” I don’t have to turn to my assistant. She’s oblivious to Tayla, and I locked in a battle devouring each other. Tay looks like a kitten ready to pounce on her toy. I wouldn’t mind being that toy.

“Kierra, are we finished with the schedule for the tour? Everything must be confirmed before the end of the week. I want our team to get together one night. Everyone needs a copy of the requirements, venues, and timing.” I don’t move my gaze from the blonde bombshell in my kitchen. Dressed in a white skirt which stops above her knee, the material looks soft, silky. Her top is sheer black and under she’s wearing one of the tank tops from our merchandise store. It’s tight and fits her perfectly. Showing off curves and tits. I would give anything to lift that little skirt and find out what panties she’s wearing. A quick tug will rip that tiny top from her body and I can feast on those beautiful tits. Fuck.

“Cal, I have done this before.” I cut a glance to Ki, her incredulous stare makes me chuckle. She pulls me from my dirty thoughts. All I offer is a smirk. It’s the same procedure every time we tour. It’s who I am. After all these years, I am the perfectionist. My mom taught me to be meticulous about details in my life. There is one detail I want to inspect with meticulous care. Little Miss Quinn. I need to get out of here.

“I know. If you need me, I am heading to the music room. Don’t disturb me unless it’s urgent. Tayla, good to see you wearing our merch.” Her smile lights the room.

“Thank you, I love the tank.” Once I have my coffee I make my way to the staircase. In the music room, I close the door. As soon as I slip into the chair, my eyes close. Visions of her scorched into my mind. In so many positions until she’s screaming my name.