Marooned with the Rock Star (A Crazily Sensual Rock Star Romance, with Humor) Read Online Free

the floor.
Ewwww.”
    Right. First things first.
    Muttering something inaudible, I grab my mop
and the now empty pail and stalk off into the lower decks. I have
my own cabin down there which I don’t have to share with anyone
because of the predicament I’m in.
    That’s right. A predicament.
    It happened like this.
    After years of hard work and building up my
credibility as the lead singer of Red Velvet, I decided to let
myself have a little fun. It was four years of backbreaking labor.
I had sex occasionally, but most of the time, I was just too tired
after fourteen hours of grueling work to get my pecker up. It isn’t
impotence either. I’m too young for that. It was just sheer
fatigue.
    There were always plenty of women surrounding
the band whenever we were on tour. My band mates – Tyler Mason,
Steve Cousins and Alex Madison – always had plenty of chicks who
were willing to put out. They didn’t have to work as hard as I did,
having made their mark in the rock industry already. I mean, those
guys are music legends.
    But now I too have made my mark. The ‘hate’
comments on our Facebook page had gone down to a hardcore group of
people who had nothing better to do. I had acquired a lot of fans
on my own as evidenced by the growing number of my unofficial fan
sites and Twitter followers, which are numbering in the
millions.
    The night we were nominated for a Grammy, I
decided to celebrate.
    We were in New York.
    I was raking in the cash. For a boy who grew
up in a trailer park, I had never thought I would amass so much
money in my entire life. And at my age! With what I had, if I
didn’t fritter it away on sex, drugs and rock and roll, I could
retire happy.
    I remember those nights when I was five years
old, and my single mother was out of work. I remember how hard she
had to forage for money to feed us and buy us clothes – all five of
us kids. I remember her making eyes at the guy who owned the used
car lot in our little town so that he would give her a job as a
temp. I also remember her sleeping with him behind his wife’s
back.
    I don’t ever want to go back to that sort of
life again.
    So instead of trusting myself to invest that
money, I hired a financial planner and let him handle the lot. I
allowed myself the liberty to buy a penthouse, however, and a
Lamborghini – which was something I’d always wanted.
    Now I could reap the fruits of my labor.
    Back to that night.
    “Hey, bro,” Tyler said as he raised a bottle
of Heineken to me. We were in the dressing room. We had just
finished taping a segment with Leno. “You gay?”
    “Huh?” I said.
    “It’s just that we never see you with the
ladies. All we have to do is strut outside and they’ll be lining
up, bending over and grabbing their ankles. All that’s left to us
is to pull down their panties and fuck them.”
    That is true, not to mention crude, though I
had never gone for that type of woman.
    “I’m not gay,” I said haughtily. “In case
you’d forgotten, there was that waitress in Ibiza.”
    “Yeah, which you fucked for all of ten
minutes.”
    Well, I did fuck her, at least. Strange to
think that in high school, I was considered quite the stud for a
while.
    “And there was that yoga instructor in
Denver,” I argued.
    “Never saw you fuck her,” Steve
countered.
    “I was up in the hotel room with her all
night.”
    “You could have been passed out.”
    I fumed. The others were grinning at me. This
was all good-natured teasing, but there was an undercurrent there
that I could detect. They were all goading me on.
    You have to prove yourself to us all over
again, kid. In a different way now.
    That was the trouble with being so much
younger than the guys. It was like they were a tribe. They didn’t
just accept you because you worked hard and won American Rock
Star on your own merit. (OK, I got second place.) You were
always the rookie, the one who drew the short straw, the new kid on
the block.
    Alex got up.
    “Let’s go,”