Rock Me Harder (Rock Star Rockstar Erotic Romance) (Rock Me #2) by Juliette Jaye
Authors: Juliette Jaye
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Rock Me Harder
Two days after Christian and I spent the most amazing night of my life together in his house, I packed up everything I’d brought to England and left the hotel I’d been staying in one last time. Tim, who had become my permanent driver, drove me to Christian’s apartment, where I unpacked my things.
It still felt a little bit surreal, I had to admit. I had never expected that I would come here, fall in love with Christian once again, and decide to stay with him in England. After all, I was American, born and bred. Before this trip, I had never even left the country. Now I was leaving it all behind, living in a new land, just to be with this guy? A part of my brain just couldn’t wrap itself around this new reality. This was my life; this was what I was going to do.
The first two weeks flew by like an absolute blur of happiness, great sex and settling into my new life. So much so that I didn’t even get a chance to call my parents and tell them I was staying in England. Honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to that phone call. Although they’d been mostly supportive outwardly, I could tell that my parents weren’t too enthusiastic about me going to visit Christian. I figured it was because neither of them had ever left the country either, and they were afraid the big world was going to ruin their daughter, which it obviously hadn’t, but nonetheless I was a little bit worried as to what their reaction was going to be.
On top of that, the band, Deux Pamplemousses, were also getting ready to go on a three-month long tour of Europe. That meant I had to get ready as well, since obviously I was going to join Christian while he was on tour.
Finally, one day, I found myself in our home, Jonathan having gone out for drinks with the band, but I felt like I had a bit of a cold coming on, so I decided to stay home instead. I had chicken soup delivered from one of the local delis nearby, and after watching TV for a couple hours, realized this was actually the perfect opportunity to call my parents.
I picked up my phone and stared at it for a few minutes, not looking forward to this conversation. I didn’t know that my parents weren’t going to be happy. After all, they might be thrilled and congratulate me. But I had a feeling they weren’t going to be pleased with this choice, and as I dialed their number the feeling gnawing away inside of me got stronger.
Mom picked up on the second ring.
“Hello?” she answered, and I had to admit, it was nice to hear her voice. I called her a couple times, not long after arriving in London, but hadn’t had another chance since.
“Hey, mom, it’s Violet” I replied.
“Violet! Oh it’s good to hear from you sweetie, how are you?”
“I’m good mom. Things are good. How about with you?”
“Oh, you know, everything’s the same here. Your father’s getting ready for his retirement, they’re holding a party for him next week. It’s a shame you can’t be there.”
“Yeah, that’s too bad. I’m glad he’s finally getting out of there, he’ll have more time to play golf.”
“Absolutely, I’m going to have to work hard to keep him out of the house all day and out of my way” mom joked. Then, she turned serious.
“So Violet, how is your trip going? Are you enjoying it?”
“I am mom, in fact, that’s part of why I called you. I’ve decided I’m going to stay in England, with Christian.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.
“Oh... that’s nice, sweetie. I’m glad for you. But... are you sure that’s the right thing to do?”
“I am sure, mom. I’ve thought about it a lot. I miss you, of course, but I really like it here.”
“Well as long as you’re happy, that’s the main thing. But sweetie?”
“Yes, mom?”
“Be careful out there please. I know you’re young and in love, but the world is a dangerous place, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Thanks mom, I won’t.”
“Remember,
Two days after Christian and I spent the most amazing night of my life together in his house, I packed up everything I’d brought to England and left the hotel I’d been staying in one last time. Tim, who had become my permanent driver, drove me to Christian’s apartment, where I unpacked my things.
It still felt a little bit surreal, I had to admit. I had never expected that I would come here, fall in love with Christian once again, and decide to stay with him in England. After all, I was American, born and bred. Before this trip, I had never even left the country. Now I was leaving it all behind, living in a new land, just to be with this guy? A part of my brain just couldn’t wrap itself around this new reality. This was my life; this was what I was going to do.
The first two weeks flew by like an absolute blur of happiness, great sex and settling into my new life. So much so that I didn’t even get a chance to call my parents and tell them I was staying in England. Honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to that phone call. Although they’d been mostly supportive outwardly, I could tell that my parents weren’t too enthusiastic about me going to visit Christian. I figured it was because neither of them had ever left the country either, and they were afraid the big world was going to ruin their daughter, which it obviously hadn’t, but nonetheless I was a little bit worried as to what their reaction was going to be.
On top of that, the band, Deux Pamplemousses, were also getting ready to go on a three-month long tour of Europe. That meant I had to get ready as well, since obviously I was going to join Christian while he was on tour.
Finally, one day, I found myself in our home, Jonathan having gone out for drinks with the band, but I felt like I had a bit of a cold coming on, so I decided to stay home instead. I had chicken soup delivered from one of the local delis nearby, and after watching TV for a couple hours, realized this was actually the perfect opportunity to call my parents.
I picked up my phone and stared at it for a few minutes, not looking forward to this conversation. I didn’t know that my parents weren’t going to be happy. After all, they might be thrilled and congratulate me. But I had a feeling they weren’t going to be pleased with this choice, and as I dialed their number the feeling gnawing away inside of me got stronger.
Mom picked up on the second ring.
“Hello?” she answered, and I had to admit, it was nice to hear her voice. I called her a couple times, not long after arriving in London, but hadn’t had another chance since.
“Hey, mom, it’s Violet” I replied.
“Violet! Oh it’s good to hear from you sweetie, how are you?”
“I’m good mom. Things are good. How about with you?”
“Oh, you know, everything’s the same here. Your father’s getting ready for his retirement, they’re holding a party for him next week. It’s a shame you can’t be there.”
“Yeah, that’s too bad. I’m glad he’s finally getting out of there, he’ll have more time to play golf.”
“Absolutely, I’m going to have to work hard to keep him out of the house all day and out of my way” mom joked. Then, she turned serious.
“So Violet, how is your trip going? Are you enjoying it?”
“I am mom, in fact, that’s part of why I called you. I’ve decided I’m going to stay in England, with Christian.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.
“Oh... that’s nice, sweetie. I’m glad for you. But... are you sure that’s the right thing to do?”
“I am sure, mom. I’ve thought about it a lot. I miss you, of course, but I really like it here.”
“Well as long as you’re happy, that’s the main thing. But sweetie?”
“Yes, mom?”
“Be careful out there please. I know you’re young and in love, but the world is a dangerous place, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Thanks mom, I won’t.”
“Remember,
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