The Rockstar I’ve Loved for So Long Read Online Free

gazed down at his phone, fingers moving across the screen as if he was urging it to come to life.
    But it didn’t – it hadn’t since this morning. The phone he held was for a private line that only Bree had the number to. The whole band knew that. Their manager knew that. The roadies knew that. Everyone in the tour knew that but Bree. It had always been like that.
    Dylan’s otherphone, however, was ringing madly – had been so since this morning. Everyone wanted to know if it was true – if Dylan had truly spent more than 24 hours lost in a delirium of ménage play.
    “Give him a break,” Andre murmured quietly to his sister. Although he, too, did not at all approve of what Dylan had done, he was more inclined to believe that Dylan hadn’t meant to get…caught.
    But he had been caught, and now he had to pay the price.
    It was more than possible the girl who had loved Dylan patiently and faithfully all these years would never forgive him.
    “You need to do something soon, mon ami .” This was from Elijah, the only married member of their band.
    Everyone in his band – his family – kept talking, but Dylan didn’t really hear them. He was still staring at the phone in his hands, unable to stop waiting and just goddamn hoping that she would call. That she would give him one tiny sign all wasn’t lost.
    And it wasn’t. It couldn’t. 
    Because he finally realized that he had been fighting a losing battle all along. 
    Even after everything he had done to prevent it, the fourteen-year-old awkward girl from the past had captured his heart from the very start…and he had never gotten it back.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    “Last shot now, I promise,” Saffi begged, holding her SLR up once more. Behind her, Staffan rolled his eyes. Trust his fangirl wife to have a need to take a thousand photos of Bree in her prom attire – and the younger girl hadn’t even stepped out of the living room yet.
    Bree glanced at her date, Rob Cramer, and he returned her long-suffering look with a grin. But he gamely posed anyway, and with a shake of her head, Bree did the same, repositioning herself next to him.
    “One, two—”
    The doorbell of the main entrance rang, its chiming melody blaring through the house’s speakers and cutting Saffi off.
    “Are you expecting anyone?” Saffi asked. Both of them lived in an exclusive community, and security didn’t just let anyone in. 
    Bree knew Saffi was referring to her alcoholic aunt, Christy Wyle, who also happened to be her legal guardian – or at least she had been until Bree had turned eighteen.
    She shook her head. “I don’t think she’ll go against the TRO.”
    “I’ll get it.” Staffan went to the door and used the peephole to check their unexpected caller’s identity. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at what – who – he saw.
    He looked at Bree. “It’s Ariadne.”
    Bree was stunned. “ Ariadne ?” She hated how her voice shook just because Ariadne was connected to Dylan. That part of her life was completely finished and she shouldn’t go back to it again.
    “Shall I handle this?” Staffan asked quietly. He had no quarrel with Ariadne, but his loyalty was where his wife’s loyalties lay, and that was with Bree.
    Bree said slowly, “No, I think I better talk to her.” She looked at Rob. “Could you excuse me for a moment?”
    He nodded. “Take as much time as you need.” The understanding in his eyes almost made her wince. It was clear he knew about her and Dylan.
    But then, why should that be a surprise? Neither of them had ever attempted to hide they…knew each other. Dylan had been photographed numerous times with her and to his credit, he had never denied her presence in his life.
    She’s special. That had always been his answer. 
    And she believed him, not realizing that other women could be more special than she was.
    Excusing herself with a mumble, she opened the door and mustered a smile for Dylan’s cousin, the drummer of Minuit Rouge.
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