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His hands groped my breasts as his cock basked in the warmth of my sex. His fingers thumbed over my erect nipples. I let out a deep moan when he pinched them.

 

 

Soon, Heath let me stand on my legs as he knelt before my wet sex. When he entered me with his fingers, I felt as though I had been hit by a bolt of lightning. It didn’t take long for me to come quickly and loudly.

 

 

Thank God we were fucking in an empty building.

 

 

I never wanted this to end. I didn’t want to ever leave his side. I could spend an eternity in bed beside him and go from one climax to the next.

 

 

Yet, I knew we were living on borrowed time. Sooner or later, something would go wrong. The media could find out. Or Sterling Records would let me go for fucking their cash cow.

 

 

We’d deal with the consequences later.

 

 

“God, that was amazing Heath,” I said, catching my breath and gathering my clothing. I looked at the empty room and the vacant hallways of the abandoned building. “I wish it was somewhere more romantic. At least we didn’t have any interruptions.”

 

 

Heath ran his finger across a slab of drywall. “Give it a year and this place will look great.”

 

 

I looked out window and at the streets of Santa Monica. It was a city that was less than an hour’s ride from Los Angeles. “What is this place, anyway?”

 

 

“It’s going to be an orphanage,” he revealed to my shock. “It’ll be the biggest one yet. Megan just needs to get the paperwork stamped and sign before we can get this place operational.”

 

 

“Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “We fucked in an orphanage!”

 

 

Heath raised his hands up in defense. “It’s not an orphanage just yet! It used to be a defunct carpet factory before we bought it.”

 

 

“Even better,” I giggled. “We had amazing sex in an abandoned carpet factory.”

 

 

“I’m keeping it a secret until we finish all the inspections and get our licenses checked out,” he continued. “Only Megan and Jared know about its existence. There’s also Mr. Han as well since he handles the security systems for this place while it’s under construction. I suppose now you know as well.”

 

 

“Must be a headache getting all these permits.”

 

 

“Tell me about it,” he chuckled. “Next thing you know is that they’ll have an exorcist check out the boiler room downstairs. That place sounds as though a banshee lives there!”

 

 

I looked at the high ceiling. “This place is huge.”

 

 

“We can house nearly two thousand children and staff,” Heath said with pride. “There will be a swimming pool, an association football field, and an amphitheater for performances. It’s everything I wanted as an orphan but couldn’t have. They’ll never have to worry about food or warmth if I can help it.”

 

 

“What you’re doing here it amazing,” I whispered, stroking his chin. “You’ll change so many lives. Children with no families will now have a future.”

 

 

He shook his head in modesty. “I’m just the money. Megan runs the whole damn the show.”

 

 

I thought about my phone call with Megan about the missing funds. However, I held my tongue since I knew so little. There wasn’t a need to ruin this perfect moment.

 

 

Suddenly, a phone buzzed. I reached out for mine until Heath pulled out his phone. “No, it’s mine.”

 

 

I smirked at him. “Is the band worried about their AWOL front man?”

 

 

However, a look of confusion appeared on his face. “That’s strange…”

 

 

“What is it, Heath?”

 

 

“Jared wants me back for a private meeting with the CEO of Sterling Records,” he answered, reading the text message. “The big man himself flew across the pond to meet with me in person.”

 

 

“Simon McDowell?” I gasped. “Are you in trouble?”

 

 

“No, the opposite really,” he said with a brilliant smile. The rock star put on his coat. “He wants to congratulate me on a job well done. This tour has been our most successful to date. Jared told me to drop whatever I was doing and come alone to a hotel suite up north in Pasadena.”

 

 

I smiled. “It seems like you’re back in the record’s good graces.”

 

 

He gave me a half smile. “And it looks like I’ll have to ditch you here since Pasadena is out of the way. I really wanted to give you a proper tour of this place.”

 

 

“Thank you for bringing me here,” I said, planting a kiss on his cheek. “And I don’t mean just for the great sex we just had.”

 

 

“I should be thanking you,” he said. “I don’t know how I would be able to stay whole for the past month without you.”

 

 

If the record label was happy with Heath, then my time with him would be coming to an end. They might not see a need to have him study and take tests. Or for him to have a private tutor. “I just did my job. I’ll catch you later after your meeting. I hope it goes well.”

 

 

“Santa Monica is a great city,” he said, heading out to the entrance. “I’ll see if I can take you to the beach if we have spare time. The Dungeness crab tastes great this time of year.”

 

 

“I’ll hold you to that,” I replied, walking with him to the exit. “Know any good places to-?”

 

 

I was interrupted by a buzzing sound. Heath pulled out his phone again and sighed. “Sorry, Jared is really getting on my ass about this meeting. There’s no way I can be late with Simon around. I’ll meet up with you later.”

 

 

“I understand,” I said, kissing him goodbye. “Is there a way back to the hotel in Los Angeles? Does the bus we come in head back anytime soon?”

 

 

“There’s an hourly shuttle service,” he answered, closing the doors of the building and clearing the security alarm. “If all else fails, hail a taxi. The company will reimburse you for it.”

 

 

I nodded as we split up at the entrance. “Good luck.”

 

 

He flashed one last smile before leaving me. “I don’t need luck. I have you.”

 

 

I watched as he disappeared in the Santa Monica crowd. In the middle of that mass, he was just another human being. It was strange to think of Heath Lawrence as an ordinary man.

 

 

I started to walk away from the entrance of the soon to be orphanage when I felt cold metal pressed against the back of my neck.

 

 

My heart raced as a man whispered menacingly into my ear. “One wrong move and you’re a dead woman.”

 

What a wild fucking goose chase!

 

 

If this was a prank then, I had to admit was a good one. It must have been one of my bandmates pulling a fast one on me. Jared wouldn’t have pulled this crap on me. Nonetheless, I hated traveling all over the city in a taxi.

 

 

Worst of all, it had forced me to leave Charlotte behind. I treasured every second I spent with her. A kind, thoughtful woman like her didn’t need to spend her days teaching a prick me but she did it anyway. She didn’t judge or belittle me. Instead, she won me over with patience and kindness.

 

 

I had no idea what the hell was going on. The hotel in Pasadena didn’t expect a big shot CEO. Hell, they were about to close shop for maintenance.

 

 

I was ready to punch the first person I saw as I entered our crew’s hotel in Los Angeles. I was tired, confused, and angry. Unfortunately, my bandmates were the first people I saw in the lobby.

 

 

“Heath, we’ve been looking for you for hours!” Tyler said, his eyes full of concern. “Where the fuck have you been?”

 

 

“Racing to some hotel in Pasadena to meet Santa Claus!” I barked, barely keeping my anger in check. “Okay, who did it so I can pummel them half to death?”

 

 

Dave shot me a look of confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

 

 

“Who told me the CEO of Sterling Records was coming here to see me?” I demanded. “I know Jared wouldn’t do this so it had to be one of you!”

 

 

Ryan cowered at my outburst. “Heath, Simon McDowell in on vacation back in Scotland. What’s this about?”

 

 

“Then who sent me that text?” I asked in frustration. “I was with- I mean I was alone in Santa Monica-”

 

 

“Cut the crap, Heath,” Tyler laughed, tapping me on the shoulder. “We know you’ve fallen madly in love with Charlotte.”

 

 

My anger turned into discomfort. “It’s not like that at all! I’m just acting friendly with her.”

 

 

“I’m sure you’re being more than just friendly with her,” Dave said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve changed ever since she arrived.”

 

 

I folded my arms. “I haven’t changed one bit!”

 

 

“Well, you stopped treating us like complete shit once Charlotte started tutoring you,” Tyler stated. “You haven’t fought with us. When you came in just now, I thought we were overdue for one!”

 

 

Ryan chipped in. “You’re also drinking way less.”

 

 

“You arrive to practice and sound checks on time,” Dave added. “You actually act like a decent human being-”

 

 

“I don’t need the blow by blow!” I growled, more out of embarrassment than anything else. “Okay, it’s fucking true. I’ve fallen for Charlotte like some sad sap. Happy?”

 

 

“Happy?” Tyler chucked. “We’re thrilled!”

 

 

Dave joined in on the laughter. “We’ve been kicking ass for the past few weeks.”

 

 

“These last few performances were legendary,” Ryan said. “Whatever’s going on between you and Charlotte is working for Double Damage. There haven’t been any more fights or drama during the tour. Keep it up!”

 

 

I had to admit we had really pulled together as a team. We were delivering some of the best performances in Double Damage’s decade long history. Our differences had melted away and we were now a well-oiled machine.

 

 

“Well, I’d do just that if some didn’t have me traveling all over Los Angeles County,” I sighed. “Just tell me who the fuck sent me that message!”

 

 

“Language, Mr. Lawrence.”

 

 

I turned to look at the fiery redhead who spoke the words. She stood in the lobby with a somber expression. There was a large binder under her arm.

 

 

“Megan?” I gasped, staring at my old friend. “What are you doing here? We’re not supposed to meet for another couple of days.”

 

 

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