Adam Blue is destined to be a rockstar. As lead singer of Viral Blue, he knows it's just a matter of time before he's on his way to fame and fortune. If he can just get a studio to sign his band and get his songs on the radio, he knows he'll make it big. When they land a spot onstage at a popular nightclub downtown, Adam hopes to get noticed. But he doesn't expect to meet sexy Paulo Raucci, owner of Raucci Entertainment, a local studio looking for fresh talent. Paul likes Adam's sound and, more importantly, likes Adam, as well. But when Paul brings the band into the studio, his partner Lewis isn't quite as taken with Adam's rockstar attitude. Lewis doesn't want to sign the band until Adam proves he's willing to work. Unfortunately, the band takes second priority to Adam's growing interest Paul ... an interest that has nothing to do with his musical career. The stress of recording their first studio album threatens to tear the band apart, and Adam's ego further drives a wedge between the members of Viral Blue. Paul does his best to keep the band together, but ultimately it's Adam's call. Adam wants it all -- his band, his first record, and his new lover. Now that his dreams are finally within reach, what does he have to do to make them come true?

Rockstar

But the voice in his head won’t shut up. The thoughts won’t be smothered; they won’t leave him alone. He’s thinking of you,those thoughts say, of only you, and your dreams and your band and you, Adam. You, you, you. That’s all that matters to him, isn’t it? He’s stood up to Lewis for you, he’s argued your side every step of the way, he’s doing this all for you. He wants you to have this album because that’s what you want. What you’ve always wanted.


Yes, that’s part of what he wants. The album and Paul…can’t he have them both?


He loves being with you, didn’t he say that? Last night when you slept in his arms—that time together had nothing to do with the studio and you know it. If he only wanted a piece of ass, why didn’t he just fuck you and leave? He didn’t have to hold you so tight, or press his lips against the back of your neck, or caress your thighs to wake you up. He could’ve banged you, zipped up, and walked out. You’ve done it yourself so many times before.


Chapter 57