Undeniable

By Amity Cross

Joe Fox is a floater. He's a coaster on the coffee table of life.
He rides the wave spread by the juggernaut of rock 'n' roll outfit, Affliction, claiming what he wants and sticking to his limits. On the outside he is the calm inside the hurricane. Underneath the surface he's struggling against his own brewing category five.
When Affliction goes on a long awaited hiatus, he finds himself alone in more ways than one. What's a man to do when he's got plenty to forget and all the time in the world to do it in?
Crash into someone beautiful and wild, that's what.
Someone so wild that they might be able to calm the storm within and awaken something undeniable...

UNDENIABLE follows Joe Fox, the beating heart of Australian rock band, Affliction. Will a chance meeting lead to his happy ever after? Or will it just be another one night stand...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole R. Taylor
• Release date: Jun 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310198588

Amity Cross

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One

Joe

Joe Fox was a floater. I was a coaster on the coffee table of life.

I was in a highly successful band, I did what I loved for a living and then some, but I just went with the flow. I knew my hard limits down to the wire and stuck to them like superglue. I never went further than I had to and never went out of my way to make something happen. Shit happened for me.

Affliction was the band of the moment and through the flurry of gigs, fans and media, I was the eye of it all. I was the voice of reason, the calm in the storm. Sometimes it made me want to stab myself in the eye with a rusty fork.

I had the money and the opportunities, but the fame part didn't swallow me as much as the other guys. Being the bass player meant I was practically invisible. I could stand there and pick my nose or stick my hand down the front of my pants and play with my dick and nobody would notice. All eyes were on the front man, my best mate, Jake West. His life was the roller coaster, not mine.

I could walk through the door of a hotel and the paps would only give me a few snaps and a cursory glance. I could sit at an airport at the gate with everyone else without having to hide in the lounge. I could go out to a restaurant with minimal fuckwattage. I could go about my business without making headlines.

So, why did it piss me the fuck off? Because through all his fuck ups and addictions, Jake could still come out the other side with a happy ending and smelling like his shit don't stink.

Dumping my duffle bag at my feet, I glanced up at the screen that listed all the different flights and their gate numbers. Heathrow was London's busiest airport and you'd think someone would look at me with a little bit of recognition, but all I was getting was the stink eye. I was nothing but a six-foot, buff, tattooed tough guy to them. People thought I'd snap them in half if they looked at me the wrong way.

This time I wasn't going to meet the guys for another tour or recording stint, I was going to Melbourne. Affliction was on a break, the first substantial one we'd had in seven years and I had no fucking idea what to do with it. Jake had finally gotten a hold of his drug problems, gotten his girl back and Mick and Rob, well, they had places of their own to go. And what did I have? Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Nobody to go back to other than to see my parents out on their farm, but I wasn't ready to go home home yet.

Facing three to six months on my own in my apartment in Sydney wasn't something I was looking forward to. So, Melbourne it was. I didn't mind Sydney, it was where I lived between tours and recording, but Melbourne was good for new music. I'd stick around a week or two, catch some local bands, dick around, have some solo time, then I'd go home.

Finally spotting my gate number, I picked up my bag and weaved my way through the terminal, past all the shops and slow walking tourists. Out of all the fucking people in the world, there wasn't one for me? My lack of direction outside of Affliction should've scared me more than it did. If the band ended, I had nothing.

Sliding into the first seat available at the gate, I stretched out my legs and watched the people around me. Couples, singles, families going home or going on holiday. All kinds of nationalities sat around me as was substandard for an airport.

My gaze instantly settled on a woman a few rows over from me. I mean, I couldn't not look at her. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the big metal support beam that ran between the panes of floor to ceiling glass, a knee up to her chest and the other leg stretched out in front of her. Huge headphones sat over her ears, long straight black hair flipped over one shoulder. There was this grungy, effortless rock look to her that floated my boat right to the surface and toward the fucking sky.

She was writing furiously in a notebook while everyone around her was nose deep in their tablets and smartphones. I'm sure even I'd forgotten what it felt like using a real life fucking pen outside of signing autographs. That's what caught my attention first, which was a mind-fuck right there. Usually, I'd be checking out her tits and ass, and then calibrating the amount of suction she'd be able to get with her full, pouty lips. I never stared at a woman for more than a minute before getting her attention. This time, it had been at least five, which was some kind of high score. That's when she pulled her teeth against the skin of her bottom lip and began worrying it, like she'd gotten to a hard bit in whatever she was writing down. Hard was the most important word in that sentence.

I'd looked at beautiful women before and felt my cock turn itself to the on position, but I'd never looked at someone and had it harden in t-minus zero point one seconds. And she hadn't even glanced my way once. Fucking fucked up shit that was.

An announcement boomed overhead and people started moving to line up at the gate, boarding passes and passports in hand. The woman glanced up at the movement around her and tugged off her headphones. There was pretty, fuck there was even beautiful, and then there was her. As she stood and went to join the line, I let my gaze wander all over, absorbing all the parts that I couldn't see while she was sitting down. She had on one of those oversized jumpers, so I couldn't get a good look at her ass, but from the rest of her, I knew it'd be perfect. I stared until the flight attendant scanned her boarding pass and then she was gone, disappearing through the doors.

Hissing through my teeth, I shook my head. Had I suddenly reverted to a fucking thirteen year old? Staring at women and getting instant boners. Fuck that shit.

The line was getting smaller, so I joined the end. I had a business class ticket, but there was something about sitting on a plane for longer than I had to that got my goat. I travelled most of the year and having two feet on the ground was better than being caged in a pressurized cabin for hours on end.

When I reached the head of the line, the woman at the gate took my boarding pass. You didn't have to wait, sir, she said, nodding to the business and first class line.

I gave her a wink and she smiled brightly at me. I know. I prefer to keep my feet on the ground for as long as possible.

Her eyelashes fluttered at me and it was the boost I needed. I still had it. Fuck that woman who couldn't look at me. Fuck her. Shit, I wanted to do more than just fuck her. A dirty image flashed through my mind and I grinned to myself. It was past time to schedule a little fun once I got to Melbourne.

Finally looking at the seating assignment on my pass, I grimaced. Aisle seat. Going by how my day was panning out, I'd get stuck next to some suit douchwad who kept their laptop open the entire flight with the brightest screen setting and wanted to get up to take a piss every half hour. I just wanted to sit back, close my eyes and forget the nothing I was going to have to face for the next fuck knows how long. I'd slide a couple of fifties to the flight attendant and get the drinks coming one after the other until I was too numb to give a fuck.

Finally getting onto the plane, I found my spot, took out some reading material and shoved my bag into the overhead compartment. Dumping my pile of magazines onto the seat, a pair of green eyes looked up at me and my breath did this stupid hitching thing. It