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“You’re not close to them?”

“God, no,” he snorted. “They fucked up my childhood because of their volatile relationship. Steel Roses was a blessing. It gave me the separation I needed.”

“You don’t talk much about your Steel Roses days,” I mused, sitting back against my bedframe to get more comfortable.

“Those days are tainted now.”

“Why don’t you want to do a reunion tour with them? Do you have any idea how high the demand would be if Steel Roses got back together?”

“Nat, I don’t want to talk about this shit right now. I’ve been wanting to bury my cock inside you for three days. I waited here to surprise you but you turned up sobbing. Diego has been going on at me, telling me to treat you right. You didn’t tell me that you’dtoldhim about us. My brain is fried right now withouttalking about Steel Roses shit!”

“You just want to fuck?” His eyes gleamed over and a playful smile crossed his face. “Why didn’t you say so?” I giggled, pouncing on him. Within seconds, he had me pinned down on the mattress with a fierce kiss.

Weeks turned into months. Alex was working really hard on his album. After going to New York for a few weeks, Kingsley came to LA to finish up the tracks.

Alex spent so much time humming or singing the new songs to himself that I knew most of them off by heart now. The album was, without a doubt, the best work he’d done since Steel Roses. The record label was excited about the release and had pushed it forward. It would be out just before Christmas, which was four months away. The first single from the album was due out in just eight weeks. It was safe to say, my job was going to get a lot busier.

Alex and I were still somehow managing to hide our fling from everyone except Diego. It was easy living upstairs. As soon as those doors were closed, it was our time to talk, watch TV, and just be together. I cherished every single second of it.

I still hadn’t gotten around to talking to David. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure what he thought we had left to say to each other. He’d be marrying Sarah within a matter of weeks. He needed to let go like I had.

“You want me to come to a music award show with you?” I gasped, clutching Alex’s arms as he thrust inside me. “If I went as your date, wouldn’t people talk?”

“You’re my PA. They wouldn’t think anything of it.” I knew he asked me these kinds of things during sex so that I’d say yes. “I want you there by my side, not organizing everything for me behind the scenes.” He was thrusting slowly and lovingly inside me. I’d give him anything in that moment.

“Okay,” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulders. He picked up the pace as a response, and we soon climaxed almost as one.

If I was going to an award show, I’d need a new dress. Diego jumped at the chance to head down to Rodeo Drive with me for the afternoon.

“This is like your first officialdate!” He clapped his hands excitedly, holding the door open to Dior for me.

“I’m only keeping his bed warm. You told me not to over think it, remember?” I laughed.

“We need to find you the perfect dress” He ignored my comment completely. ”You’ll be on the red carpet, after all.” Fuck! I hadn’t thought of that.Damn you, Alex!

Chapter Eighteen

“You look beautiful. Stop worrying,” Alex soothed, stroking my knuckles with his fingertips. We were currently sat in the back of the limo, waiting for our cue to get out and walk down the red carpet together.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Are you worried about what the press will say?” Looking out the window, I scanned the huge crowd of paparazzi. I couldn’t stand in front of them with Alex. This was crazy. “Nat, it’s just an award ceremony. No one believes half the shit they write in the papers, anyway. You’re too beautiful to be behind the scenes. I want you center stage, with me.” He had such a calming effect on me. The car door opened. “Are you ready?” Alex asked, getting out first and then turning to offer his hand to help me out. With a deep breath, I took it. The screams were deafening as we made our way down the red carpet. Alex kept me close to his side the entire time.

I was so grateful for Diego’s help getting me ‘red carpet ready’, as he’d called it. I was wearing a fairly new designer that he knew, but the black lace dress fit like it was made just for me. The neckline plunged low, but it held my cleavage in perfectly. He’d gone all out with my hair and makeup, too. My hair was partly up, with loose curls that fell down my shoulders. My makeup was natural, but he’d gone for a deep red lipstick. I felt confident next to Alex thanks to Diego.

“Who is your date tonight, Alex?” one of the reporters asked as we continued to make our way down the carpet. I recognized his face. I was sure he worked for one of the gossip magazines.

“You don’t recognize her?” Alex frowned with a chuckle. “Oh well. You can just make up a name for the morning paper. You usually do anyway.” I was giggling as Alex led me away.

“I can’t believe you said that to him,” I murmured in his ear.

We were quickly ushered to our table near the front of the stage. I was grateful we were seated with a few people that I knew. Alex’s producer, Kingsley Womack, was at the table with his wife, and Adam Slayer, a representative from Rock Records, was there as well. Alex was presenting an award tonight for best breakthrough rock band. It had been rumored that Central Demon had won the award.

Gazing over at Alex, I admired him in his suit. The stubble on his chin gave him that edgy appearance he always went for. He looked divine, as always.

“There are some good acts playing tonight. You’re in for a treat,” he whispered in my ear, draping his arm over the back of my chair.

The award ceremony was an amazing experience. I'd watched so many over the years on the TV, but watching all the behind the scenes action was mind blowing. The live acts were amazing. They left me wanting to go to a full concert. I'd forgotten how good it felt to have the music pumping through your chest.

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