All Chapters of Dionysus Rising ( A Rockstar Romance) books 1-3: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dion Jax and Elodie left, and the moment they did, Lola started ignoring me and then continued to ignore me for the rest of the day. Hell, she didn’t just ignore me; she went out of her way not to be in the same room as me and it was driving me insane. Fair enough, we weren’t friends. I hadn’t known her before the night I had taken her to my bed, but that wasn’t from lack of trying on my part. I had wanted to get to know her, desperately. I’d asked her to marry me and even now when I knew how stupid that had been, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not really. What I had thought on the night of the Summit Awards still stood. Lola was good, and I needed that kind of goodness in my life. No, needed wasn’t the right word. It didn’t quite cover it. “Lola?” I said her name softly as I rapped on her closed bedroom door. She had been locked in there all day, only surfacing periodically to head to the kitchen before her door would close again with a dull click. Not waiting for her to an

DionLola was up and in the kitchen sipping coffee when I finally emerged the next morning. It wasn't late, but somehow I had expected her to be dressed and ready for the day. The woman who stood in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in one hand and her phone in front of her face looked like she had just rolled out of bed. Her hair fell around her face in a golden fuzz that caught the early winter sunlight. It was like a halo which was apt seeing as she was a goddamn angel in my eyes.“Did you sleep well?” I asked when she didn't lower her phone to greet me or even look at me. She was so engrossed in what she was looking at, it was like I was invisible. And I wasn't used to not being seen. Not being the centre of attention.“Is there coffee?” Stepping into her space, I reached past her, making sure my fingers brushed against her hip. “Lola?”Finally, she lifted her head and her eyes were awash with tears again. I groaned inwardly. The tears last night had been bad enough. I wasn't sure

DionThere was no sweet taste of peach lip gloss on her mouth like there had been the last time I had kissed her. Her lips were bare but so unbelievably soft that I could see myself kissing them forever.That was the effect she had on me. The moment I had seen her, I had wanted her, and the months apart hadn’t done anything to dampen down that want. It was more than she was a ray of light in the fucked up darkness of my world, more than the fact she was purely good.It was because she was her. I was drowning in her even when she wasn't around, and that was fine. I was ok with drowning. Death by Lola seemed like a really good way to go. A really, really good way to go.I’d die a happy man as long as I could keep kissing those perfectly plump lips. “God, Lola.” Pulling away slightly, I rested my forehead against hers as I tried to catch my breath. “God,” she parroted back. Her fingers pressed to her lips, and her eyes were hooded. Biting back a groan, I tightened my grip on her, pa

DionTate's eyebrows shot into his hairline as I appeared in the doorway to the living room. My t–shirt dropped to settle over my stomach, and I grinned at him before I could help myself.“What are you doing here?”He motioned to the jumble of bags around his feet. But his eyes never left my face. “Thought you might need some of your shit, asshole… What were you–?”I cut him off. “Did Erik send you?”His blonde eyebrows shot up. “No, why would Erik…oh.” His eyes snapped to the door behind me and I didn't need to turn to know that Lola had come out of her bedroom. The same room Tate had seen me appear from. His mouth opened in a little O. “Little Lola.” Rushing past me, he engulfed her in a bear hug that lifted her from her feet, and swung her around in a circle until she squealed and slapped at his shoulders. Setting her gingerly back onto her feet, he held her out at arm’s length. “You look good.” He whistled between his teeth before gathering her back up again. “I honestly can't b

DionI knew Lola would be back. Like she said, she lived here after all, but it didn't stop me worrying about her, especially when the afternoon dragged by and the sun began to set. I wasn't old fashioned enough to think she couldn't handle herself in the streets, but I couldn't help but think of all the dangers the city held after dark.And it was making me irritable and unable to concentrate, something my band mates were quickly tiring of. I couldn't blame them for that. I'd asked where she was at least a dozen times in the last hour. “Come on, man.” Jax cuffed my shoulder hard as I again uttered the words I would soon be famous for. “Get your head back in the game. We need to get this down if we want the space in the recording studio next week.”Next week. I frowned. It wasn't enough time. Usually we spent months, if not years, putting together material for a new album, yet Erik wanted us in the studio next week? It was absurd in so many ways. And yet it kind of made perfect sense