Phoenix Rising Rock Band: The Series by Kathryn C. Kelly

Author:Kathryn C. Kelly [Kelly, Kathryn C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Makin Groceries Media
Published: 2019-11-05T00:00:00+00:00

“Sloane!” The girl yanks her bikini top off and jumps into the swimming pool, squealing my name. I’m at another party. This time it’s hosted by the band’s old music producer. We’re trying to get him on board for the album. I’ve worked to mend fences with my devotees and record execs, as we put together the short-tracked new album.

“Come in with me,” she yells, splashing around, laughing when three more people jump in—two of them fully clothed.

Smiling at her, I light a cigarette and release the smoke. “No can do.”

“Pretty please?” she pouts.

Someone touches my back and draws my attention away from Pool Girl. I glance over my shoulder and discover Silver, completely naked.

“Hi, Sloane,” she purrs.

I smirk. “Silver.”

She brushes past me and I spot Rhea emerging from the pool, as nude as Silver.

“Sloane!” Rhea yells, stopping at the bar set up at the edge of the patio. She rubs her pussy.

“Sorry, babe. Not interested.”

She throws me a disappointed pout as if I’ll care and change my mind about taking the pussy she keeps offering me. She should be fucking happy I let her hang all over me for photographs. As my onstage dancer, we’re stirring up publicity and anticipation for Rhea and I performing together at my concerts.

Of course Georgie doesn’t believe me.

Monogamy is easier than I expected, although I’m still amazed that my entire attitude has made such a three hundred sixty degree turn. My cock lives in a state of shock, too. We’ve gone from fuck machines to almost fucking celibate. No, to completely fucking celibate. Counting my own hand jobs is out.

Sometimes, I feel as if I’m losing my manliness, especially when she questions me, then dismisses my explanations as lies. Then, I remind myself her lack of trust has been hard-earned. The only way to help her is by offering her patience and understanding. And, even if answering her questions tempts me to say fuck it and fuck another woman, I can’t betray Georgie.

Grabbing a drink from a passing waiter, I head inside, so fucking restless. It’s quite crowded in the house and noisy as hell. I don’t want to be here, so I finish my brandy and head to the car I’m using during my stay here. In forty-five minutes, I arrive at the mansion we’re renting. It’s silent and dark when I walk in, so I flip on the lights just as my phone rings.

Seeing Abby’s number, I answer immediately as I walk to the living room. “What’s up?” I ask as I head to the bar and pour myself another drink.

“The sky. The moon. The stars. The sun.”

“What do you want?” I snap. “Is that more fucking understandable to you?”

“You’re in a lovely mood.”

I down the scotch. “Abby—”

“If Georgie asks about me being in college, tell her I didn’t go.”

“Why the hell should I do that? And why the fuck would she ask that?” Outside of questioning me about the women I’m photographed with, she barely asks me anything anymore. “What

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