All Chapters of Dionysus Rising ( A Rockstar Romance) books 1-3: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ElodieWhat the hell had I been thinking, blurting that out? It was private. My own private grief that had shaped pretty much my entire life. I was the way I was because of my brother’s death. And nothing could change that. I knew Jax had his own preconceptions as to my personality, so maybe I said it for his benefit? Maybe him knowing just a sliver of my past might make him understand me a little better. I sure as hell hadn't said it to inform the others. Dionysus Rising, whether it was the band, management or their crew, they all seemed to accept me for who I was.But Jax? I could feel his eyes on the back of my head. But I didn’t turn. That made me the biggest coward in the world. I didn’t care. I couldn’t stand to see the pity in his eyes.The strong arms round my waist slipped away and his hands closed around my hips instead. He squeezed. “Up.”Turning before I could stop myself, I searched his face. “Get up, Elodie.” There was a note of anger in his voice, one that I didn’t un

ElodieI hated singing. Not because I couldn’t, because I had been told I was pretty good. It was the pressure of performing I disliked. So, when Tate had pushed me to sing the only song I knew all the words to, I had been reluctant to do it. It started off a little croaky, which wasn’t surprising, seeing as I hadn’t done more than sing in the shower for years, but I soon got into it. Even if I hated it, it was easy to lose myself in the music. Especially when Tate started playing alongside me. That made me more at ease. Having such a talented musician strum the guitar on his lap whilst I closed my eyes and tried not to butcher the song was nothing like being dragged out in front of the club by my father to sing for his drunk cronies.It was nerve-wracking, sure, but I didn’t feel judged. Which was strange considering who I was singing to. Closing my eyes, I let the music take over me. A new guitar joined Tate’s, the playing less choppy. This was smooth, effortless, and totally beaut

ElodieMiami was beautiful. Beautiful beaches, beautiful architecture, even more beautiful women. And they were everywhere, drawing the eyes of every man in our group. Next to them I felt fat and frumpy, when in reality I wasn’t any of those things. It was just me feeling a little insecure. And that had nothing to do with the multitude of bikini wearing curvaceous beauties and everything to do with Miami itself. Miami was the final stop of the tour before we headed home. A few more days at most. And then all of this would be over. My time with Jax would be over. It had gone by so quickly, in the blink of an eye. When we got back to UK soil, we would go our separate ways, and I would probably never see him again. The others: Dion, Tate and Louis, had said we would all hang out. In fact, they had made it clear that I was one of them now, and that meant I couldn’t ghost them. Dion was especially eager to keep in touch. But that was because we had become friends. He had told me things th

ElodieThey lost my luggage. After an almost nine hour flight sitting next to my moody ass brother whilst I tried to hide the fact that I was still crying over some lousy rockstar who I had no business crying over, they had lost my bags.And it was raining.The raining part wasn’t that surprising. And it seemed very, very apt. At least with the rain pouring down, my tears would be hidden. And I wouldn’t have to put up with Legacy huffing and giving me side eyes like I was some stupid schoolgirl.“Well, what the hell am I meant to do now?” I groaned. But I wanted to scream, to throw a full-on tantrum in the middle of the terminal. Instead, I hugged myself and shivered. It was cold after the heat of Miami. And I was exhausted, which just made it worse. I felt like I could and probably should sleep for a week. Throwing his own backpack on the floor, Legacy started rummaging through it, and it didn’t take a genius to know what he was looking for. It had been surprising that he had gone f

ElodieLiving back at the Savage Sons’ clubhouse, even temporarily, came with its own round of headaches. Namely, the fact that I was no longer a gangly, flat chested teen. And every biker, even the ones who were old enough to be my father and should’ve known better, seemed to want to give it a go. They were all shot down. Most only tried it on once, but those who were persistent had my brother in their ear. Legacy might just be a prospect, but our family had been in the club one way or another since the beginning. I had learnt my lesson. No more going for the bad boy. Rockstar or biker, it didn’t really matter. They were all the same. All after one thing. All assholes.Well, maybe not every man who rode with the Sons was an asshole, but Jax most definitely put me off rockstars for life. Looking back, I couldn’t believe how stupid I had been. Falling into his bed, imagining actual affection in his eyes. Chance had been right. I did fall too easily. And it had made me dumb. It made m