บททั้งหมดของ My Billionaire Rock Star Husband: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Emily put the notepad back as she had found it, the beat of her heart painful against her ribs, seeming to pound in her throat, and her ears filled with a rush of white noise. On automatic pilot she made her way back through the house, erasing any sign that she had been there, and turning out the lights, until she stood on the front porch, locking the door, much as Owen had done over an hour before. She made her way back to her house - the tears dry now as dread began to set in. Was Megan right?The neighbour across the road was at his letter box. She was certain that he had checked his mail three times already, and Mrs Essen next door was watering very late, standing on her driveway with her hose pointed away from Emily’s house, her back to her, as if determinedly not watching. Snooping, she thought with embarrassed anger. They had obviously seen Owen’s move during the day. She and Owen had become the street’s entertainment, as good as any soap opera, she thought angrily as she let h

The doorbell rang and they both jumped, looking automatically towards the hall, guilty as teenagers caught making out on the couch by parents coming home unexpectedly.“Shit, the pizza,” he realised the source of the doorbell first, his laughter shifting as he lifted from her and closed his jeans. He paused a moment, looking down at her, his eyes smouldering. “You look f-king sexy like that Emily,” he commented, and she flushed, pleased despite the offhanded crudity of the comment.He went to answer the door, and she sat up, waiting until the door closed again and pulling her clothing as much to order as she could with her underwear and skirt in rags, feeling exposed and vulnerable, and sluttish. Owen, fully dressed and looking nothing like he had just f-ked her stupid on the couch, joked with the pizza delivery man, as he accepted the pizzas and bid him to have a good night, before using his elbow and hip to close the door. “I will be just a moment,” she told him from the couch.“I

“I like her. I really like her. The opera is a unique aspect, and she fits your aesthetic better. Okay, shall we run through it again, this time recording?” “Yeah.” Owen released her and moved back to his microphone, picking up his guitar and slipping the strap over his head. Yes, Emily thought watching him, the girls were going to love him. Big, built, blue eyed, dark haired, with a face a poet would love, Owen was made to be leading man material. They ran through the song several times, and then Owen, Emily and Seb stepped out so that James and Jeremy could go through the track with just drums and bass. “Come on,” Owen caught Emily’s hand in his and led her into the control room. It was a narrow space, with a couch pushed against the back wall, and a window looking into the main room. Before the window was set the mixing desk and a chair in which one man sat. Two other men in matching branded t-shirts supervised other equipment, talking between themselves, and adjusting the mach

Emily checked her phone and saw she had missed a call from Megan. “How’s it going with Owen?” Megan answered on the first ring and did not bother with a greeting. “Did you get some hot ex-sex on the bus?” “Good. A bit.” Emily flushed, and shot Owen a glance from under her eyelashes, wondering if he had heard. Megan’s phone voice was strident. “He is next to you, isn’t he?” “Yes. We are at the first venue, grabbing something to eat at the bar. We have a couple of hours to eat, shower, and get ready.” “You nervous? Or did your hot ex-sex work that out of your system?” “A bit.” Emily could feel the heat burning up her face. The last thing she needed, she thought, was Megan instigating a conversation between Owen and herself that, whilst overdue, would be poorly timed, seeing as they were about to commence their first performance, on the first concert date. “This is going to be one of those conversations where I say all the words, and you answer in monosyllables, isn’t it?” Megan s

“Just the beginning,” he told her, his eyes alight with excitement. “Just the beginning, Em.”“I managed to find someone who recorded that,” Jeremy hung over the aisle to speak with them. “I will load it onto social media.”“Awesome,” Owen grinned.The flight was quick, and as they waited for their luggage Owen’s phone rang.“It is Aaron,” he said as he answered it. “Hey. We are just at the baggage carousel… Seriously? That is like… Thanks… Okay. Thanks.” He hung up and looked around at the expectant faces of the band. “There are cars waiting for us out front, and some guys to help with the gear.”“I will go,” James was all but bouncing in excitement, his hair falling free of the messing half-ponytail-half-bun that he had caught it back into and his blue-grey eyes alight with his energy. “I will find them and bring them here.”They had just begun retrieving their luggage when he returned with four men wheeling flat trays. Within a short amount of time, they were following them back to