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Roman was vaguely staring at Burt, watching him spit as he yelled at the band as an entity, but, in particular, Roman himself.
“You guys are careless fools.” He pointed his finger accusingly at all five of the band members, wagging it in anger. “What has gotten into the lot of you lately? You think just because you are a famous rock band that you can do whatever the hell you want, any good ole time of the day or night?”
Burt’s straight brown hair was askew as he paced the room, pausing a few seconds to wager a reaction from the lot of the men in front of him. He’d been in a rage since he’d flown in a few hours ago.
“Take it easy.” Colton crossed his arms as he sat in a lounged position on the couch in the backstage area of the venue they were going to play at tomorrow. “Nobody got hurt.”
Burt dared a condescending glance at Roman. “It could have ended badly.”
“But it didn’t,” Roman fired back.
Burt didn’t often give them an earful, but as their manager, he had somewhat of an obligation to keep the members of Infinity Prism on track, to prevent them from going off the rails and creating a media shit storm.
“You know what this means...” Burt trailed off as if to state the obvious.
Roman glanced at each of his band members, shrugging. “No?” He questioned. “Do you care to elaborate?”
He wasn’t trying to be a jerk, but Burt was treating them like they were children who deserved a lecture and a punishment. Roman was tired, fatigued of all the stress and turmoil that had been trailing him ever since this tour had begun.
“We need to release another statement,” Burt stated gravely, placing his gold ring studded hands on his hips. “To the press.”
Everyone groaned, including Roman, but he knew that it was one of those necessary evil’s to once again clear their reputations.
“I need you guys to really step it up from here on out,” Burt puffed. “I’m serious guys. We can’t afford any other snafus out there. No more pushing people around. No more using your fists.” He went on with a list of rules, do this and not that’s.
Roman and Colton gave each other a knowing look. Burt had coached them on appropriate public behavior and all that shit, but it was hard to keep their emotions under wraps. Besides, what had happened in Amsterdam was not their fault. And a reporter in Chloe’s face? Fuck that.
Burt was a damn good manager, and Roman respected the hell out of him, but sometimes he was a little over the top, so much so that his proposed rules and procedures became almost too ridiculous.
“Look, man.” Roman tossed his hand in the air to let the rest of the group know that he was fully engaged and prepared to go the extra mile to sharpen his image until it had a beautiful sheen and waxy coat.
“Yeah?” Burt looked perplexed.
“I am all for these changes. I will say whatever the hell you want me to say in the press release. I’m one-hundred percent committed and on board.”
Burt’s smile widened slightly. “Thank you, Roman,” he said with a nod. “That means a lot.” He glanced around the group. “Hell, it certainly makes my job a ton easier.”
“Let me finish,” Roman added. “I just want to put it out there, for the record that I’m not a bad guy.”
Asher chortled. “No one on earth thinks you are a bad guy Roman. In fact, you are one of the most laid back ones of them all.”
“I concur,” Lucas chimed.
“I was just simply trying to protect my girlfriend from those asshole reporters. You should have seen it.” He stood up, animatedly walking around, waving his arms in the air to inflect the visual of chaos at the scene. “A crowd had formed around her. The reporters had baited her, hook, line and sinker. She was trapped. She had nowhere else to go. I could have punched the male reporter directly in the face. He would have gone down hard too, but I restrained myself. Because I’m a good guy.”
Burt rolled his eyes. “Thanks for being the diplomatic hero, but unfortunately that’s not the way the media is going to spin the story. We still have to do some damage control to make nice with everyone involved.”
Roman glanced at Trevor, who was staring at him with a roguish smile.
“What?” Roman chuckled with apprehension. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“I just noticed something that no one else even bothered to pick up on,” Trevor mentioned.
Roman gave him his full attention, crossing his arms. “What?”
“You called Chloe your girlfriend.” Now Trevor’s smile was massive.
“I did?” Roman was caught off guard. When he glanced around the room, he was met with the amused stares of his band members. “I did...” he trailed off as the realization sank into his own brain.
“It’s okay buddy.” Lucas gave him a brotherly slap on the back. “We’re happy for you.”
“Yeah,” Colton offered. “Chloe is a great girl.”
“One hot chick.” Asher pushed his hands out, pretending to mimic a big breasted female.
“Oh, grow up,” Roman rolled his eyes, but he was grinning. Maybe they were right. Perhaps it was time to follow his heart for once and see where the path took him. Being with Chloe felt so natural and safe, it was probably the best place to start.
A few minutes later, Roman walked out of the meeting room backstage at the arena. They had open access to the venue the day before and the day of the concert for the purpose of practicing, bringing in stage equipment and running through sound checks.
He plucked his cell phone from his back pocket, gearing up to call his assistant so that she would have his car prepared at the front to pick him up. He was distracted, staring at the device and not keeping an eye on where he was going.
He stumbled into someone, vaguely apologized and kept moving.
“Hey,” the sexy female voice he had come to recognize and get excited about cooed behind him.
He spun around. “Chloe?”
She had an eccentric grin on her face. Her hands were shoved into her back pocket, and she was wearing pink Converse high tops. She looked sexy and chic, just like usual. “Is that how you respond when you see your girlfriend?” She accentuated the last word as she gave him a mischievous smile.
Roman approached her, a flirtatious grin cracking his lips. He snaked his arms around her waist as they began to sway back and forth as if they were dancing even though there was no music playing in
“You heard me in there I assume?” He took a strand of her hair and tucked it tenderly behind her ear.
“Every word,” she beamed. “You are in for a wild treat tonight mister.”
“Really?” Roman’s pulse pounded in his ears. He was already feeling the tug of desire begin to stretch between his legs.
“Yes really,” she purred into his ear in a tantric way of seduction.
“I was just getting ready to call for the car,” he mentioned. “Then I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.”
“I promise that you’ll love it,” she stated, giving him an erotic gaze that made his bones feel wavy.
“Let’s go then,” he said with a mile-wide grin. “There’s no point in wasting any more time here.”
A few minutes later, they climbed into the car, electric sexual chemistry swirling around them. Roman couldn’t stop staring at Chloe. She was remarkably stunning, breathtaking. She was more than surface beauty. She was charming and caring on the inside too, always putting others before herself.
He hated the pain and suffering she was going through with her father’s sickness, but on some levels, he felt like he understood the sorrow she had to live with. It was almost as if he were shedding the layers of his own grief while being in her company. In some ways, Chloe was the dose of healing he required in order to function. He just hadn’t realized it until that very moment when they were sitting in the car next to each other, heading back to their hotel.
“Hey,” he whispered and leaned over in the seat to be closer to her.
Chloe’s gorgeous blue eyes stared through him, piercing his soul and erupting a sensual magic he never even knew existed.
“Yes?” Chloe’s voice was excitedly expectant. Her cheeks were flushed and rosy, probably with the same desire that pulsed the massive erection bulging through his pants.
He couldn’t wait another second to kiss her. Her lips were so full and juicy, like a tasty strawberry dessert that was alluring, and he couldn’t resist taking a massive bite from.
“You are so pretty,” he whispered as he kissed her neck, showering gentle kisses onto her skin while he relished in the reaction of pleasure chill bumps that poked through the surface.
“Mmm...” Chloe trailed off, giving him, even more, fuel and ammunition.
He grazed his hands up her inner thighs, rubbing her between her legs through her shorts. She moaned softly in his ear, a response that drove him crazy.
It was so erotic to be in the back of the car with her, at night, hidden in the darkness but yet still in the company of the driver. Roman continued to swirl his index finger and thumb around between Chloe’s legs, but through her clothes.
She purred into his ear, panting heavily. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He was counting the seconds until they would be alone and naked together in his penthouse hotel suite. After what had seemed like an eternity, the driver finally pulled up to the valet curb, letting Roman and Chloe out.
There were a handful of paparazzi cameras waiting for them at the door, but security was there to help the pair breeze right past the cameras with no problems. As soon as they were behind closed doors, alone, at last, Chloe draped her arms around Roman’s neck, grazing her index finger across his shoulder as she gazed at him with a seductive glance.
“I think it’s so sweet what you did for me back there,” she praised.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
She gave him a delicious smile that was laced with so many emotions it would be impossible for him to read them all. “The way you protected me from those awful reporters.” She scrunched up her nose as if she were bitter about the entire ordeal. “I couldn’t have gotten through it without you.”
“It’s my job to protect you.” He waved his hand in humble dismissiveness.
“I also think it was brave of you to call me your girlfriend in front of your buddies.” She gave him a coy smile.
Roman laughed. “Oh please. They love to tease me, but they wish they could land a girl as hot as you.”
“You are not as bad as your imagination lets on,” Chloe admitted. She was the one person who could get away with saying that to him, and she knew it.
“I think you deserve a reward for all your compliments,” he grinned.
She raised her eyebrows with intrigue. “A reward? What kind of reward?”
“Follow me.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom where he sat at the edge of the white porcelain claw foot tub and twisted the handle.
“What is all this?” She chuckled, looking surprised.
“I want to take a bath with you,” he crooned. “Does that sound like fun to you?”
Chloe’s face turned pink. “I would love to take a bath with you,” she whispered seductively.
Then, piece by piece, she began to strip her clothes off, all the while giving him an enhanced naughty stare. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. She was strong and confident, refusing to move her gaze away from him.
“You are even more beautiful naked,” he said and swallowed hard.
Chloe stood before him, intoxicatingly gorgeous, slender and curvy in all the right places. Normally, Roman would consider baths to be more of a girly thing, but in this case, it was exotic. He would be naked and wet with Chloe in a tub full of warm water. He could lather her up and play with her soapy, perky nipples. It was paradise in his eyes, especially after the stress of the last several days.
Chloe dipped her toes in first, then sexily swayed into the water as it lapped around her naked body. Roman joined her, both naked and fully immersed in the water. He cupped her breasts as she straddled on top of him.
She gave him a smile of sexual wonderment as she took the tip of his throbbing prick and gently edged it inside of her. Roman loved a woman who was willing to show initiative when it came to sex.
He groaned as she began to slip and slide on top of him, sitting on his hardened, pulsing manhood. Everything was soapy and wet, with intense heat blazing between their slippering bodies.
She arched her back as she began to thrust up and down, sitting on his cock and riding him as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She was his seductress, and he was falling for her hard.
He grabbed her bottom and began to squeeze, pulling her cheeks apart as she spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow. She was moaning heavily; her hair damp at the edges. Roman ran his hands up and down her back. She pressed her chest to him, hugging him tightly as she continued to ride him.
The water was splashing out of the tub with their thrusting movements, sloshing over the side and hitting the ceramic tile with a plunk. Roman was breathing hard, grunting as she squeezed her engorged lips on his manhood, enhancing his pleasure.
As she came, he felt the ripple, and the power of her orgasm consume them both. He fired his own hot load of cum inside of her, convulsing as they thrashed together in the water.
As she collapsed into a heap of ecstasy on top of him, he lay there with her, silent and still. He was content to rub her back and listen to the rhythmic lull of her breathing and her heart beating. The outside world might be a vicious snake pit, but in the privacy and seclusion of his sexual bliss with Chloe, nothing else mattered.
All the cares on earth washed away. When he was alone with her, souls connected, vibrating on the same wavelength. Chloe was the only person on earth who seemed to completely understand him, and that went a long way in Roman’s mind.