CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Julia Gardener
the one who’s putting food on the table,” he retorted. “Now let’s get this fucking show over with.”
It was a strange exchange in the city of brotherly love.
The rest of the crew grumbled and got their belongings. I left to get a breath of fresh air and stretch my legs. Jared briefly talked to Heath about some business issues. I wondered if his studies were now a legitimate business conversation topic.
Soon, Heath passed by me and whispered. “We have some time to go over a lesson. Follow me to my bus.”
I shot him a look of surprise. It was strange for him to take initiative. Not that I minded. “Okay…”
Together, we boarded his rather messy private bus. I tiptoed over empty beer bottles before taking a seat across from him. The man slumped against his chair as I rummaged through my documents.
“What’s on the agenda, teacher?” he probed. “That writing exercise from earlier was like swallowing glass.”
I smiled as I took out blank sheets of paper. “Then get ready for a second serving.”
He groaned. “I should’ve kept my damn mouth shut.”
“Writing is just like any other skill,” I replied, handing him the worksheet. “You have to practice it before you get good at it. I’m sure it’s the same with your guitar playing and singing.”
He took the worksheet from me. “How long will it take for me to get well at it?”
“As long as you need,” I answered to his frustration. “It could be a few months. It could take years even. You just have to take it one day at a time.”
His first exam would arrive in six months. At his current skill level, he would fail the GCSE in a spectacular fashion. With Heath likely suffering from dyslexia, it was likely going to be an uphill battle for him to even get a passing grade.
Heath sighed as he put paper to pencil. “I guess we’ll be working together for a very long time.”
“Don’t rush ahead, that’s how you made mistakes last time,” I critiqued. Heath doubled back and started again. “It doesn’t have to be unpleasant. Just don’t treat me like you do your bandmates.”
He gave a short laugh. “You need a thick skin if you want to be play on stage, especially with a man like me.”
“I heard about Howard and how he got a degree in music and mathematics,” I mused. “He sounded like a really talented man.”
Heath looked up from his writing exercise for a moment. “Like I said, he was the brains of the operation. He had the willpower to buckle down with a book each night and go to a university.”
I caught a glimpse of his piercing blue eyes. It felt like a bullet passing through my heart. The very breath in my throat flowed like sand.
That man bled charisma. He was the complete package from his striking eyes to his sexy body. His voice could make women moisten their thighs. No wonder he found his purpose in life by becoming a rock star.
He poked me with his pencil. “Charlotte, are you on the level?”
I blushed as I said. “Come on, that writing exercise isn’t going to finish by itself.”
For the next few minutes he wrote and I instructed. He was a poor student but not necessarily an unmotivated one. With some hard work, I think he had a shot of doing well enough to earn his certification. Nonetheless, it would be an uphill battle.
After he finished, Heath nursed his writing hand. “Damn, I’ve had practice sessions less strenuous than that. Makes you want to leave the all the writing to the media.”
I sucked in my lower lip before speaking. “Heath, do you like being in the media’s spotlight all the time?”
“I’ll admit it comes with benefits,” he said with a small smile. Soon, it turned into a frown. “I’ll also admit it does get to you sometimes. I can barely go out to buy groceries without
It was a strange exchange in the city of brotherly love.
The rest of the crew grumbled and got their belongings. I left to get a breath of fresh air and stretch my legs. Jared briefly talked to Heath about some business issues. I wondered if his studies were now a legitimate business conversation topic.
Soon, Heath passed by me and whispered. “We have some time to go over a lesson. Follow me to my bus.”
I shot him a look of surprise. It was strange for him to take initiative. Not that I minded. “Okay…”
Together, we boarded his rather messy private bus. I tiptoed over empty beer bottles before taking a seat across from him. The man slumped against his chair as I rummaged through my documents.
“What’s on the agenda, teacher?” he probed. “That writing exercise from earlier was like swallowing glass.”
I smiled as I took out blank sheets of paper. “Then get ready for a second serving.”
He groaned. “I should’ve kept my damn mouth shut.”
“Writing is just like any other skill,” I replied, handing him the worksheet. “You have to practice it before you get good at it. I’m sure it’s the same with your guitar playing and singing.”
He took the worksheet from me. “How long will it take for me to get well at it?”
“As long as you need,” I answered to his frustration. “It could be a few months. It could take years even. You just have to take it one day at a time.”
His first exam would arrive in six months. At his current skill level, he would fail the GCSE in a spectacular fashion. With Heath likely suffering from dyslexia, it was likely going to be an uphill battle for him to even get a passing grade.
Heath sighed as he put paper to pencil. “I guess we’ll be working together for a very long time.”
“Don’t rush ahead, that’s how you made mistakes last time,” I critiqued. Heath doubled back and started again. “It doesn’t have to be unpleasant. Just don’t treat me like you do your bandmates.”
He gave a short laugh. “You need a thick skin if you want to be play on stage, especially with a man like me.”
“I heard about Howard and how he got a degree in music and mathematics,” I mused. “He sounded like a really talented man.”
Heath looked up from his writing exercise for a moment. “Like I said, he was the brains of the operation. He had the willpower to buckle down with a book each night and go to a university.”
I caught a glimpse of his piercing blue eyes. It felt like a bullet passing through my heart. The very breath in my throat flowed like sand.
That man bled charisma. He was the complete package from his striking eyes to his sexy body. His voice could make women moisten their thighs. No wonder he found his purpose in life by becoming a rock star.
He poked me with his pencil. “Charlotte, are you on the level?”
I blushed as I said. “Come on, that writing exercise isn’t going to finish by itself.”
For the next few minutes he wrote and I instructed. He was a poor student but not necessarily an unmotivated one. With some hard work, I think he had a shot of doing well enough to earn his certification. Nonetheless, it would be an uphill battle.
After he finished, Heath nursed his writing hand. “Damn, I’ve had practice sessions less strenuous than that. Makes you want to leave the all the writing to the media.”
I sucked in my lower lip before speaking. “Heath, do you like being in the media’s spotlight all the time?”
“I’ll admit it comes with benefits,” he said with a small smile. Soon, it turned into a frown. “I’ll also admit it does get to you sometimes. I can barely go out to buy groceries without
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