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Chapter Six

     I called Delilah before we set up for the next show. I had more responsibility than before, and I kept my nose to the grindstone while doing my best to avoid Jarrod.

“So wait, Eli actually said that? Then what did you do?”

I could tell she was excited to hear I spent more time alone with Eli. She had only gotten the gist of our first encounter through text. “He was just kinda honest, ya know?”

“You’re both not invisible. Ugh, so freakin’ cute. So do you think it’s going anywhere?”

“What me and the rock star? No. This isn’t some movie. It’s real life. Though let me tell you, being in his arms felt real good.”

“Ugh, do it again, do it again!”

“What go up on a roof and make him think I’m going to jump?”

“Whatever it takes to get you back between his arms, or him between your sheets.”

“You’re crazy. So tell me about you, how the job? The new roommate.”

She sighed. “The job is fine. I work long hours, but the money is seriously so good.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “The roommate is so goddamned clean I think I’m living with my mother. Please tell me you’re coming back soon!”

I laughed. “As soon as I can. Six more weeks. You’ll survive.”

“So will you. Fuck Jarrod and his arrogance. And just fuck Eli.”

That was the thought I couldn’t get out of my mind. I saw the sound guy waving to me and I hung up quickly and got ready to work another show.

Leo, the guy who I never saw without headphones, looked frantic. “Eli has his mic on and something is up in the dressing rooms. Get there now.”

I sprinted as fast as I could through the rows of chairs and was close to the dressing rooms when I heard yelling. It sounded like a huge uproar and I hurried towards the sound. I walked into Jarrod's dressing room where Dan, Eli and a few girls were hanging out. Jarrod was up in Eli's face and they were both screaming a slew of curse words at each other. Their faces were beet red and I hoped it wasn't going to get physical.

     “I am sick of your shit, Jarrod. You really think you're something special, and to be honest, your whole attitude makes me sick. You have let the biz get to you. You never used to be such an asshole to everyone around you. Why don't you just grow the fuck up?”

     “For a rock star, your holier-than-thou attitude is somewhat contradictory. Get out of my face, Eli. You're just jealous that the best girls only want me. You only get my leftovers. Hell, even my leftovers don't want you.”     

     Eli looked like he wanted to hit Jarrod, but instead turned and walked past me and out of the room. I wasn't about to stick around and become an object of Jarrod's ridicule, so I followed Eli instead.

He made a sharp turn and headed outside into the evening sun. I didn’t know what to say.

“Your mic is on,” I said blandly.

“Huh?” He turned and looked at me.

“Your mic is still on from sound check. Leo heard the fight. What was that all about?”

He shrugged. “I’m sick and tired of him. He’s toxic to all of us. I heard Jack, our drummer, wants to leave because Jarrod made some crude joke about sleeping with his wife. I don’t blame him. I want out too.”

“But you’re still going to play tonight, right? I mean they need you.”

He sighed, dragging his fingers through his wavy hair. “Yeah, I guess. Will you be watching?”

“Always.” I could hardly take my eyes off of him now.

“Good.” He smiled and then clicked off his mic. “See you in there.”

“Bye.”

     When the concert finally got underway, it went downhill fast. I could tell Eli was attempting to let go of his anger from earlier, but Jarrod was relentless. At one point while he was singing, Jarrod even picked up a guitar of his own and started riffing through Eli's parts. Eli threw him some serious shade, but Jarrod didn’t even notice, or care. My mouth hung open as I watched Jarrod rip apart the concert, and Dan just stood to the side shaking his head. We were powerless to stop it, and nobody wanted to bring any more attention to the situation than the two guys were. Dan was thinking about front page news, and he definitely didn't want the band to be on it for that reason. When the last set was finished, Eli stormed off the stage and walked up to Dan and said, “I quit,” before walking away.

     Both Dan and I followed behind him. “What are you talking about? You can't quit.” Dan grabbed hold of Eli's arm and stopped him.

     My heart was hammering in my chest.
This is bad. Really bad.

    
Eli spun around and looked at us. “Fuck it, Dan. Jarrod is out of control. There isn't a hat big enough to cover up that ego and I'm sick of it. I'm sorry, Dan, I know this puts you in a difficult position, but I can't continue to work with him. I'll start my own band. Screw this shit. Now leave me alone. I'm going.”

     Dan threw up his hands and walked away. Eli and I stood there staring at each other. He moved closer to me.

     “Come with me.”

     “What?”

     “Come back to New York with me. I need you to be there, have my back.”

     “I mean, I guess, but only if I can stay on as your intern. It's pretty important to me.” I didn't want to admit that I needed the money desperately and he didn't make me explain.

     “That’s not a problem. In fact, I’ll double whatever Dan is paying you. I just can't be here anymore.”

     I walked away in silence, shocked at the events that had occurred that day. Talking to Dan before I left would have to be a priority. I couldn't just leave him hanging. I searched around until I found him on the bus. Things didn't look good at all. He had his head in his hands and a bottle of whiskey opened. He looked up at me when I came in and started to pour some whiskey over ice.

     “Can I get you one?” He took a long swig from his glass.

     I shook my head. “Dan I'm really sorry.” I meant every word I said. I felt terrible about what had occurred, but I also couldn't blame Eli for leaving. Jarrod was a handful and not in a good way.

     “I should have seen it coming. Eli is right, though. Jarrod is a nightmare, but what celebrity isn't? That's what my job is; handling all the lunatics.”

     “I'm going to go with Eli. He asked me to join him. I really need the job, Dan, but I wanted to check in with you that it was really okay. Since I was mainly hired for Eli, I'm assuming it's okay that I join him?”

     He stared at me briefly before answering, “Yeah...you can go, but under one condition.”

     “What's that?”

     “Take a week with him and convince him to come back. I don't want that guy gone forever. Whether Jarrod believes it or not, this band is nothing without Eli. It will quickly fall apart if he doesn't come back. Jarrod will certainly bury it. The band is too popular and I won't allow it to become a failure over one team member. If I could fire Jarrod, I would, but I can't; we need both of them.”

     This was playing dirty, but I needed him to let me go. I wanted to be with Eli, wherever he was. “I'll do whatever I can to help, I promise.”

Chapter Seven

     There was no denying it, I was having far more fun back in New York than I had when I was on tour. I was currently working for Eli, but it seemed like all we were doing was having fun. The crazy thing was that Eli was wining and dining me as if we were a couple. Talk about confusing. Nothing had happened between Eli and me to suggest he wanted anything more than a platonic relationship, and yet we spent all of our time together. The only moments I had away from him were with Delilah, who was more than happy to have me home. I was staying at Eli’s since she still had the new roommate, but I was in a separate guest room with a private bath. I didn't even have to spend a dime of my own. He spent his own money taking me out for dinner, going to shows. It was one of the best weeks of my life. I almost didn't want to have to talk to him about going back. But the next show was in a few days and I had to do whatever it took to get him there.

     We had a full day planned, starting with me setting up a picnic in the park. Romantic, right? Tell me about it, and yet Eli hadn't even kissed me. I didn't want to hold out my hopes that a man like him would want to be with someone like me, but he certainly seemed to enjoy spending time with me.

     I laid out the blanket while he unpacked our picnic basket. Talk about a spread. There was a bottle of wine and meats and cheeses that I had never even seen before. The fruit tray was even more exquisite.

     I giggled.

     “What?” He looked up from what he was doing.

     “You totally didn't pack this yourself.”     

     He laughed. “It's that obvious, is it? Naw, if I would have packed it there would probably only be beer and a bag of Doritos in it. I ordered it in. I hope that's okay.”

     “Oh, it's great. Though I do love Doritos.” I winked at him and he smiled warmly at me. We dug into the food that was there and I completely stuffed myself. It was all just so delicious and there were cheeses in that basket straight up from Paris.

     When the food was done and we had drank half a bottle of wine, he filled our glasses again and pulled out a book. It was the Tolstoy that I had packed for him.

He laid back and put his hand behind his head and began reading. I was scanning a magazine when he spoke.

“Is this what it’s like?”

“What what’s like?”

“To be normal. I haven’t been normal in so long I don’t remember.”

“Yeah, this isn’t really my normal.”

He set down the book. “What do you mean?”

I looked away. “I’m poor,” I admitted. “I don’t get pretty baskets and days off. I have to work really hard just to stay afloat.” I didn’t say anything more, it was too embarrassing, but I felt like he needed to know.

He picked his book back up. “My dad said hard work was good for people. He worked hard like you do.” Neither of us said anything more on the topic. And I didn’t see a hint of pity in his eyes.

I looked up to see four people moving slowly towards us. What was even more startling was that they had cameras in their hands.
Holy shit, it's the paparazzi!

“Uh, Eli, we have to go.”

He looked up. “Shit, it’ll be everywhere that I’m not on tour where I’m supposed to be. On the count of three, we bail. One, two…”

We left the blanket and everything on it and ran across the park. I could hear the surprised cameramen calling out to us. They probably hadn't expected us to abandon ship so easily. We laughed as we ran back to Eli's car and far away from the paparazzi. I hoped that they didn't get any good pictures. I would hate for Dan to think I was just fooling around instead of getting Eli back to the band.

     That night we ordered in pizza and just sat around his place and hung out. Another normal evening with my fake boyfriend the rock star. It was also the best opportunity for me to talk to him about the band.

     After I ate three slices of pepperoni pizza I settled back onto the couch and sipped my beer.

     “Eli, you know you need to go back, right?”

     He looked over at me, eyebrows in the air. “What?”

     “Your next show is tomorrow and you need to go back. Your fans will be so disappointed if you don't. Plus, you are only letting Jarrod win by leaving.”

     He hung his head. “I know. Believe me, I miss it all. The jamming, the touring and life on stage. It's my life and I miss it, but Jarrod ruins everything he touches. I don't know. I know I have to go back, but sometimes I think it might be better here...with you.”

    
Oh. My. God.

     Just like that, my heart was beating hard and I was rendered speechless. No one had ever said anything like that to me before, especially no one that looked like Eli.

     He leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. His mouth met mine and the kiss sizzled between us. I almost moaned he tasted so good.

       I pulled back for a moment. He looked at me with hungry eyes. “Don’t you want me to kiss you?”

“I want that. I do, but…”
Why was my brain freaking out now?

“But?”

“But guys like you don’t go for girls like me. This isn’t real, it can’t be.”

He smiled devilishly and pulled me back into him. “This is as real as it gets.”

     He kissed me again and this time our tongues found each other. His hands were in my hair and our kisses became even more heated.

     He started pulling off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. I was a little self-conscious about taking off my clothes in front of someone as sexy as Eli, but I thought, to hell with it. I pulled off my blouse and unclasped by bra. My full breasts bobbed before him. He smiled, lust in his eyes as he came to me and put his hot mouth on my nipple. He sucked and my eyes fluttered back in my head. Oh, I wanted so much more.

     I didn't care what he did to me. I was going to allow Eli to take me wherever he wanted. My mind was racing as I watched him unzip his pants. We were going to have sex right there on his couch.  I couldn't possibly believe what was happening between us and yet it all felt so natural. My thoughts suddenly shut down when he dropped his pants and then his underwear. I gasped at his forwardness. When our eyes met, he smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back.

     I slipped out of the shorts I was wearing and I was so thankful that I had decided to wear the sexy, red lace panties I put on that morning.

     Eli moved above me and gently laid his hand on my pussy. I could see his cock and I yearned for it. I wanted him so badly it hurt. My pussy ached with anticipation.

     He bent down and slowly removed my underwear, taking it agonizingly slow. Finally, I was released and he slipped a finger through my folds.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered as he pushed a finger inside my pussy and finger fucked me. My eyes fluttered as I moaned.
God, that feels so good.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I couldn't even think straight while he was touching me.

“Mmmm, harder, Eli.”

     He leaned down and crushed his mouth onto mine with a kiss. I playfully bit his lower lip. He moaned and the sound thrilled me. I loved pleasing him and I wanted to do more of it. I wanted to taste every inch of him. He continued to kiss me as he slid his fingers in and out of me, and I was bombarded with waves of pleasure.    

He took his fingers out of me and put his hands on my ass and squeezed it tight. I loved feeling his hands on me; it felt amazing. I kissed his jawline, nipping at his throat. He growled and I bit him even harder. My hands found his cock as I played with his balls before bending down. I didn't have a lot of room, but I wasn't missing the opportunity to taste his cock. I bent down and took his cock into my mouth.

Eli let out a long moan as his hands got lost in my hair. I sucked hard while massaging his balls. I loved the power that I had with his cock was in my mouth. I controlled the pleasure that Eli got in that moment. His cock hit the back of my throat and he called out my name. I moved in rhythm over his cock, slowly at first, and then he pounded into my mouth. I didn't want to make him cum right away so I kept slowing things down.

     “God, Sadie that feels incredible.”

     I slid him out of my mouth gently as he pushed me back on the couch. There was a fire in his eyes. I lay back down onto the couch, spreading my legs for him. He looked at my pussy as if he was falling in love with it and he climbed on top of me.

     “Oh god...Eli, come inside me, please. I want you so badly.” I marveled at the fact that I was doing something I never would have considered before, but things with Eli seemed so normal that it shouldn't be any other way. I was more than happy to be fucked by him. In fact, I was aching to have his cock inside me. I couldn't wait any longer.

     Resting my feet on his shoulders, he plunged deep inside me. I gasped as the full length of him filled me, pumping in and out. I called out his name, which drove him mad.
Wow, everything about that man is incredible.

     “I can't get enough of you,” he said as waves of pleasure continuously washed over me. I had lost all ability to think and reason. I only saw Eli. I felt a tension build up inside of me and I came on his cock, releasing an orgasm so strong it rocked my body. He came soon after and fell exhausted onto my chest. I kissed his head, gently putting my fingers through his hair. I felt so satisfied I could have fallen asleep right then and there.

     “That was amazing,” he murmured.

     I smiled. “I'd say. Pizza and sex, my two favorite things.”

     He chuckled. “I'm glad you enjoyed it.”

     He pulled away and I grabbed my clothes, slowly putting them back on. I could tell he was enjoying the view as he relaxed on the couch completely naked. Finally, he got up, and I watched him rummaging around for his clothes that had fallen to the floor. Finding them, he quickly slipped into underwear and jeans, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

     “So, I take that as a yes that we are officially dating now?”

     I looked up at him, surprised, as I slid into my bra and put my t-shirt back on. Everything was a little more rumpled than I would have liked, but hopefully it didn't matter. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face, but that was okay. My hands shook from the toll the orgasms had taken on my body. Eli was watching me dress, and when I looked up at him, he smiled. Would I ever be able to get enough of that man or was it always going to be this way? God, I hoped it was.

     “Yes, I think that's what it means...” I giggled as I pulled him in for another deep kiss.