Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series) by Bec Botefuhr

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    “You are dating Travis Phoenix?”
    “Yes I am, so what?”
    “What is wrong with you? After what he did!”
    “He is different.”
    “You have stooped Violet; I thought you grew up.”
    “Don’t you lecture me about stooping Dan, I cared about you and you cheated on me and broke my heart.”
    “I made a mistake, the biggest of my life. I still love you Vi.”
    “Stop, right there…I don’t want to hear it.”
    “Violet, just let me talk with you please.”
    His eyes are pleading, and it tugs at that broken part of my heart.
    “I can’t do this right now; don’t contact me or speak with me again.”
    I rush away from him and out the front of the shop. Travis is gone, and I dread what I will walk into when I get back to his house. All my ideas and fears are wrong; Travis is standing at the bench making salad subs. Ok, so maybe he knew he was over reacting and just got over it? I step in and walk over next to him; he doesn’t look at me.
    “Trav…”
    He doesn’t speak. Uh oh, this is far worse than I could have imagined. He is silent and silent means beyond furious.
    “Trav, I didn’t know he would be there.”
    He spins towards me. “Do you still want him?”
    “No, of course not.”
    “Are you going to see him?”
    “I don’t…know.”
    “You are mine Violet.” He growls.
    “Trav, it’s complicated and…”
    “Mine.” He rasps, gripping my face and bringing his lips down on my so forcefully I bite my lip.
    I tangle my hands through his hair, as desperate as he is to confirm these feelings between us. The feelings neither of us want to admit are there. He grips my pants and yanks them down, then deposits my bottom onto the bench. He releases himself just enough so he can fuck me on the bench. He angrily shoves on a condom. When he presses inside me, I groan and thrash. He plunges deeply, growling at the intense pleasure.
    “Trav…please.” I beg.
    He slams harder, faster until the bench creaks beneath us. He explodes before I get the chance to, bellowing my name. He pulls out and yanks up his jeans with a curse. I stare, my eyes wide, tears tumbling down my cheeks. He looks at me, then grips his head and growls.
    “Fuck…why do you test me like that?” He snaps, walking out of the room.
    I should walk away; I need to walk away. Travis will break my heart, or worse; I will break his. We are opposites and yet the attraction is intense between us, so strong it tugs at my heart strings. I have never wanted anything in my entire existence the way I want Travis Phoenix, and I know, know deep down in my soul that he will either make…or break me.
    I find him sitting on the deck, staring out at the city. I sit beside him and open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. What can I say to him? I don’t think anything in this moment will make it better. He is hurting, and I don’t know how to comfort him. Then I remember something, a song I used to sing to him when we were younger. Anytime he was mad at me, and I couldn’t work out how to say sorry; I would sing it. I open my mouth and start singing.
    The grey ceiling on the earth well it’s lasted for a while,
    Take my thoughts for what their worth, I’ve been acting like a child.
    Your opinion, what is that? It’s just a different point of view.
    What else, what else can I do? I said I’m sorry, yeah I’m sorry
    I said I’m sorry but what for, if I hurt you then I hate myself.
    I don’t wanna hate myself, don’t wanna hurt you…
    Why do you choose your pain, if you only knew, how much I love you…
    Love you…
    He turns to me, and his eyes are glassy and red. He strokes my cheeks and pulls me onto his lap.
    “You are my life Violet, my soul, my heart. My world changed the day you were born, and it will never be the same again.”
    I snuggle into his chest, and continue singing; he begins humming along with me.
    I won’t be your winter; I won’t be anyone’s excuse to cry.
    We can be forgiven, ohh yeah.
    And I will be