Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) Read Online Free PDF

I
can admit that they happen to be perfect together. It’s the circumstances that
were unfortunate.
    Joanna had been my best friend since
grade school. I asked her to go on the tour with me and even found her a job on
the road so she had a good excuse to take a break from college. As it t urns out, I am shit at choosing friends and seeing through the lies. Joanna
didn’t wait a second to jump into an affair with my boyfriend, and I didn’t realize
Tony was capable of cheating on me. Bad boy rocker and all, but I thought our connection was mutual. We’re both
cut from the same cloth. Born into the industry. Emotionally detached, but not
in ways that make us cold. We’re just able to separate emotion from all the
other bullshit going on. At times , our
relationship felt more like a business transaction than anything else, but the
sex was good. I’m not the easily stimulated type, but he could still get me to
climax most of the time . N ot that I counted.
    Whatever. In the end, he followed his
heart—or dick—even though it meant damaging mine. Heart, that is.
    I stare across the pool and shake my head
as Wolf wraps his arms around the girl’s slick
body. At least I’m not the only one with issues. That bad boy might just be
worse off than I am. At least I’ve made the decision to abstain from sex until
I figure my shit out. Wolf doesn’t date. At all. And it sounds like he’s
perfectly content hopping from one girl to the next. His heart is destructive.
Dangerous. The last thing I need. Like Tony. Like Joanna. Fuck all of them.
    A tingle races up my spine as an idea
strikes. My hands fly to my songbook and the words splatter onto the page. I
can barely write fast enough to keep up with the lyrics racing through my mind.

 
    Two wrongs don’t mend hearts like ours
    Two wrongs can never break our fall
    I give, you take, it’s no mistake
    We’re in too deep, losing sleep
    Trying to forget what started it all

 
    Angry eyes and a brick wall armor
    Lessons learned, paths paved
    Shield unyielding, it’s a heavy weight
    One you’ll never penetrate
    It’s hopeless, no use trying to be saved

 
    Stay away with your dangerous heart
    You ruined us from the start
    Your soul is black, your heart is dark
    Crushed up broken petals, like it’s an
art

 
    Can’t rely on second chances
    Since the first one ripped my heart apart
    You’re not welcome here anymore
    Cause there’s no going back to the start

 
    By
the time I’m done, my heart is racing and my palms are sweating. That was
probably the most therapeutic thing I’ve done since the breakup. It feels damn
good. I’ve never written a complete song that fast in my life — not that it’s perfect. What first draft is? In my
opinion , final drafts aren’t even final , either. How can they be when every moment of every
day we’re learning new things and partaking in new adventures? Stories change,
just as we do.
    Whatever the words that just came out of
me are , no matter how healing they may have
been, I’m not sure they’re words I want to hold on to. That song may have been
sparked by the ex asshole in my life , but it’s
not a darkness I want to remember. Not every written piece is meant to be saved.
    Without thinking about it again, I tear
the page from my songbook and walk it over to the nearest trash can. It seems
to already be exploding with waste. Without another thought , I add my lyrics to the pile, convinced that
whatever heartache I felt over Tony is just that —w aste.
    I didn’t realize Wolf and his lady friend
took off at some point during my writingspell,
but the shriggles are gone and I’m alone by the pool. Daylight is fading and my
stomach is going crazy with hunger, so I pack my things and head inside.
Without bothering to change, I sit at the hotel bar and order dinner and a
glass of wine.
    When the bartender slides my glass in
front of me , I reach for it eagerly.
    “A pretty girl should never eat or drink
alone. I’d offer