Unexpected

By Amity Cross

One down and out woman. One isolated rock star. Life at the top is lonely, but so is life at the bottom.

Blair is looking for an escape.
West is looking for a connection.

Blair is just looking for someone to take the edge off her crappy life. Dull the pain, breathe a little life into her neglected body. A chance meeting at a bar leads to a night of passion. No names, no personal details. Just sex.
Well, it wasn't personal until she sees the guy standing on a stage ten meters in front of her. How the hell didn't she realize that the guy who blew her mind is the guitarist out of that dirty rock'n'roll band, Affliction? And why is he chasing her down the street? And how does he know her name?
Sometimes you find the things you didn't even know you were looking for in the most unexpected places.

ROCK STAR AFFLICTION follows bad boy rockers and the strong women who just might redeem them...

“Sizzling, steamy, and downright delicious!” - Reader Review

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole R. Taylor
• Release date: Feb 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310184543

Amity Cross

Find out more about Amity and her books by visiting:https://www.amitycrosswrites.com

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One

Blair

Real life isn't like the movies.

It isn't full of serendipity moments and true love. It's full of shit. Every day is an uphill battle to keep your head from going under and drowning in the current of monotony.

That's me. That's my reality and sometimes I wish I were in a movie, because right about now, there'd be a cut scene. I'd walk around a corner and run into the love of my life or a stack of money. Either seemed a good option right about now.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was one of those automated texts telling me my bill was due. How the fuck did I become so insignificant that I only got messages asking me for money?

Blair Hayden. Twenty-five, great tits, nice ass, but man...what a fucking bitch.

My life was just nothing. I woke up, went through the motions and went home. Rinse, repeat until I started to rot in a hole somewhere in a six-by-one pine box. Serendipity wasn't knocking on my door—it was running screaming in the opposite direction.

It was nine p.m. on a Thursday night, people littered the streets, going out to bars and restaurants, a movie, a theatre show, whatever normal people with valid social skills did. I walked amongst them, alone in a crowd. I desperately needed some kind of escape. Walking down a lane filled with various hipster looking bars, I stopped in front of one that was called Dark. The sign hung low over the door, the typewriter font backlit in a murky red color. I fucking felt dark all right. It was an omen sent from the voodoo gods of hell, so I pushed through the door, the muscled meathead bouncer giving me the once-over.

The place wasn't actually roaring. A group of suits sat at one end on low red couches, a few couples and groups of friends were scattered around tables and around the bar that glowed the same red as the sign out front. Typical inner city wank-fest. I don't know why I just didn't walk out and go someplace else, but I ventured toward the bar, sitting on an empty stool. I didn't exactly fit in here. Not with my long, wild dark hair, biker jacket, black skinny jeans, ass-kicking combat boots, tattoos and sour attitude.

I grabbed a cocktail menu and started reading through, deciding what it was that I was looking for. An escape, a fantasy or something in between. A one-night stand. I was good at those. Fuck 'em and leave 'em. A dull ache spread between my legs at the thought. Yeah, I'd find someone to take the edge off. A no-strings orgasm sounded delicious. I could pretend to be someone else for a night and maybe for a few hours I'd forget my depressing existence.

The bartender tapped the counter in front of me and I looked up. He wore a loose fitted white T-shirt with a low-cut v that showed off his tattooed chest and toned pecs. Nice eyes, messy brown hair that hung in his eyes. Getting warmer.

What can I get ya? he asked with a smirk, his eyes dipping to my tattooed cleavage.

I glanced over the cocktail menu once more and flung it back onto the bar when nothing caught my eye. Give me something that'll fuck me up.

The bartender winked. You got it.

Those are dangerous words coming from a beautiful woman.

I turned at the sound of the deep, husky voice and my eyes collided with a pair of chocolate brown ones, or at least they looked like it in the dark and dirty light of the bar. Not responding to his quip, I blatantly took the stranger in. He was hot. Smoking, knee-weakening, pussy-throbbingly hot. His tight black T-shirt clung to toned arms, but he wasn't overly built, just right. He was tattooed up to the eyeballs and didn't seem to give a fuck who he impressed with it. Messy black hair, combed back in a quiff, the kind of hair that begged to be fucked up with wandering hands. Dark stubble coated his jaw and I instantly wondered what it would feel like to run my tongue along his defined bone structure. He looked like the kind of man that did whatever the fuck he wanted. Maybe this guy would do.

His lips curved into a sly grin. You're unashamed, aren't you?

Life's too short to fuck around. He thought I was beautiful? Unlikely. He probably just saw me as a hole that needed filling.

What's your poison?

Dunno, I sighed, looking for the bartender. I like surprises. As long as it's hard, I'll take anything.

I'm beginning to feel the same way. The double meaning didn't escape me, not for one second, and I ran the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip.

Do you live here? I asked, noticing the way he'd inched closer while my back was turned.

No, just passing through. Even better.

The bartender slapped a glass in front of me, pulling my attention away from the hot stranger. On me.

Thanks. I gave him a wide smile and stifled a laugh when his eyes narrowed at Dark and Dangerous next to me. I was going to fuck someone tonight and it was probably the guy sitting next to me. He was available now.

The guy gave the bartender his order, three fingers of whiskey, and glanced at me out the corner of his eye, taking me in as blatantly as I was him.

See something you like? I asked, turning my body into his.

Yes.

My lips quirked into a smile at his blunt tone.

Do you live here?

Unfortunately, I sighed, glancing across the bar.

Waiting for someone? the guy asked, cocking his head to the side.

No, I just don't like talking about myself. Especially not with guys I'm considering fucking.

Considering? he asked with a chuckle.

You thought I'd already made up my mind?

He did, he said with a nod toward the bartender, who was at the opposite end making some fancy cocktail.

Maybe I'm not that easy, I said. Maybe you have to work for it.

Where do I sign up?

With a smirk, I stood and moved forward, positioning his leg between mine. Come with me, I said and grabbed his hand.

Oh, I think I'd go anywhere with you.

It was always so easy. Men only ever wanted one thing from me. They wanted to take their cocks and rub against me like a dog in fucking heat. If there was one thing I was good at, it was manipulating them into doing anything I wanted. Yeah, so maybe it was my fault that I was alone in the world. Maybe I deserved to be at the bottom of the pile. But one thing no woman deserved was to be used to satisfy a man, then be thrown away like cheap garbage. There's only so much you can take before you snap.

I led Dark and Dangerous to an equally dark and dangerous corner and pushed him down onto the couch, almost spilling his drink. Sitting next to him, he pressed closer, so our legs were firmly wedged together.

I'm— I pressed a finger to his lips and his eyes widened.

I don't want to know your name, I said.

Why not?

Let's get one thing straight. I'm not looking for details. I'm looking for a guy to take the edge off. Preferably with his cock inside me.

Shit, he hissed, running a hand over his face.

Consider this the interview.

Where the fuck did you come from? The guy shook his head, almost in disbelief, and I wondered if he was thinking about the fact that he'd just won the lottery.

I took a sip of my drink, feeling the slow burn of alcohol run down the back of my throat. If you don't live here, then where are you staying?

Down the street, he replied, running his eyes over my breasts.

On your own? I slid a hand over his thigh, feeling the hard muscle underneath the material of his black jeans. He fit in even less that I did in this place and somehow I knew this was the guy that would calm my mood.

Yes, he said, his jaw flexing as I moved my hand higher.

I don't fuck without condoms, I said, digging my fingers into him.

No problem.

If you're not doing it for me, I have no problem telling you where to put it.

Fine by me.

Once isn't enough, I said, brushing my hand over his crotch.

We can go back to my hotel room and we can fuck wherever you want for as long as you want.

He had a hotel room, which was okay with me. I could fuck him and then leave at the end of it without having learned anything about the guy. He was well built, which meant he had the stamina, and he was fucking amazing to look at.

Are you clean?

Are you? he replied, his eyebrow rising.

I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. I trailed my fingers underneath his shirt, feeling the muscles along his lower stomach and the dusting of hair that led down into his jeans.

I'm clean.

Do you have a balcony? I asked, a wicked thought popping into my head.

Maybe not the balcony.

Why not? I asked. The sound of air hitting my bare ass was music to my already throbbing pussy.

We might get photographed.

I cocked my head to the side.

There's a lot of perverts out there. He shrugged.

So, when are you going to ask me?

Right now, he replied.

I'm waiting.

My hotel's not far from here.

Let's go. I stood, nodding toward the door, shoving my hands into my pockets.

No bag?

I'm not that kind of woman, I said, licking my lips. I just shoved whatever I needed in my pockets and ran with it. Phone, keys, money, ID. Travelled light.

Standing, he placed a hand on the small of my back and