On the Road: (Vagabonds Book 2) (New Adult Rock Star Romance) Read Online Free PDF

me could have our own private party tonight.  What ya say?”
    I really wanted to tell him to shove it as far up his ass as he could reach, but I knew that could present a problem.  If I pissed him off, now that he was my manager, he could make my life hell.  I knew that much.  I had to try to be diplomatic, as much as I possibly could.  I’d bring out the big guns later if I had to, but right now, I just wanted to go back to my room.
    I wished I had my guitar.  I would love to go upstairs and shred the fuck out of that thing.  The next best thing would be to shower under boiling hot water for an hour or two, get this guy’s scent off me—but I didn’t know that I’d have the chance or that it would even make me feel better.  My mind wrapped around a great excuse and I hoped it worked.  I’d stick to mostly the truth and hope it did the trick.  I looked him in the eye and said, “Andrew, that’s really sweet of you.  You’re a really good looking guy, and I realize I’m missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime, but you need to know I’m hung up on another guy.  Really hung up.”
    Oh, my God.  That might have been totally true.
    That sucked.
    Andrew’s face screwed up into half a frown.  “Best way to get over a guy is to fuck another one.”
    Would this guy not give up?  Shit.  “Yeah, that might be, but I’m not ready to get over him yet.”  Time for the lie.  “The main reason we’re not together is because we’re physically apart.  After this tour, we can change that.”
    “I was afraid you were gonna say that.  Vicki said something about a guy named CJ.”
    Just a guy ?  No, he was more than a guy.  “CJ Slavin, bassist for Death Crunch.”
    “ Oh.   They’re the band that’s gonna play the last concert with us next summer, right?”
    “Yes.  That’s them.”
    He nodded.  And there it was—defeat.  I could see it in his eyes.  He wasn’t sad; he just knew he didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell.  Inside, I felt relief.  We started walking toward the elevator.  “Well, if he ever breaks your heart, you come runnin’ to Uncle Andy.  I promise to take good care of you.”
    Yeah, I bet he would.  I managed to keep my shudder to myself.
     

 
     
     
    “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)” - Eurythmics
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    I EXPECTED VICKI to be completely passed out in her bed, but instead she was lying on top of the comforter, staring at the ceiling, twirling a piece of her chin-length brown hair in her hand.  “How you feelin’?”
    “Tell you what—a little breakfast and a lotta coffee and I’m feelin’ a thousand times better.”
    “Good.”
    I was wondering what we could do to kill a few hours until we headed to the venue.  I was going to ask her if she wanted to go swimming again when she said, “God, Kyle, you wouldn’t believe it.”
    “What?”  I plopped down on my bed.
    “Last night.  Oh, my God.  I wish you could’ve been there.”
    Okay…so my morbid curiosity got the best of me.  I might not want to fuck Andrew, but I wouldn’t mind hearing about what he did with my bandmates.  “Do tell.”
    “Shit.  So…I went to Andrew’s room.  I figured he had to have something and, if not, I could talk him into driving me around so I could score something.”
    “What makes you so sure of that?”
    “I was right, wasn’t I?”  I smirked and shrugged my shoulders.  How could I argue with that?  “So I went to his room and knocked on the door.  I heard music inside, so I knew he was there.  And…he was having a drink with Barbie and Kelly.”
    “A drink?”
    “Yeah—straight tequila.  Holy crap.  The kind that’ll eat paint off a car.”  I laughed then—where the hell had she even heard that?  “So he asked if I wanted to party with them.  I said, ‘Sure’ but asked if he had anything stronger.  He asked what I meant and I told him I was wanting to smoke a joint.
    “‘Oh, weed.