All Chapters of Dionysus Rising ( A Rockstar Romance) books 1-3: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LolaDion didn't come to me like I expected him to. Like Elodie had said he would when she and Jax had left. Like Erik had promised as he said his goodbyes and slammed the front door behind him. He was the last one to leave, and since then it had been one long silence.The apartment felt empty, even though I could hear the shower through the bathroom door. Standing outside the locked door, I listened for a few minutes, a sigh leaving my lips. It was clear that Dion wasn't going to surface anytime soon.He was embarrassed.I was as well. Even after Elodie had explained a dozen reasons why I shouldn't be, I was still mortified. Kissing me had made Dion sick. As romance went, it made ours pretty dead in the water. Not that I wanted to believe that. Whatever was going on between us hadn't even really started, so I didn't want to believe it was over already. Groaning, I rubbed my hands across my face hard, trying to remind myself what Elodie had said. It wasn’t you. It was the smell of al

Lola“I–what is going on here?” Pausing in the doorway, I took in the view in front of me. When Dion had told me to get into something comfortable whilst he sorted dinner, I had expected him to rustle something up from the freezer. I didn’t expect this.My eyes fell on him. He was perched on the window seat, his perfectly cut jaw seeming extra sharp in the light of dozens of candles.“Dion?” I tried to take it all in and failed. “What's going on?”The smile that lit up his face eclipsed the candles. Hell, it could have eclipsed the sun. And it was all I could see. “Food.” He gestured to a plate of what looked like cheeses and bread between him and the other end of the window seat. “Date night, remember.” He winked, a goofy, almost childlike look sweeping across his face. It was short–lived, as he finally seemed to look at me properly. Whistling between his teeth, he stood, holding out a hand for me to come to him. When he had told me to get into something more comfortable, I had tak

Dion“That was fucking...” Tearing the headphones from my ears to dangle around my neck, I beamed a wide smile around at the others, who answered it with nods of agreement. I didn't need to finish the sentence because we all felt it.That was good. Really, fucking good.The best take we had done yet, and we had only been in the studio for a few hours. Sometimes it just happened like that. Everything just clicked into place.And that's what had just happened. Yes, the song was good. The lyrics were some of the best I'd ever written and coupled with the music they had crafted, it felt polished, ready to go. Perfect. If any such thing ever existed in our world.Maybe perfect wasn't the right word, but it felt good.If the other songs we were laying down went as well as this one had, then we would record our next album in record time. Not that I was under any illusion that all of them would go as smoothly. “What do you think, Erik?”Erik, as always, was hanging around. Sometimes I didn'

DionThere was something oddly comforting about stepping through the front door of my top floor apartment and knowing she would be there. Waiting for me. She always greeted me with soft hellos and easy smiles, even if I woke her up, which was most of the time. Erik had been keeping us later and later, pushing us to finish the album so we would have some time off between Christmas and the new year. I hated missing time with Lola, even if it was just a few days, but I knew it would be worth it in the long run. It would mean we got some real, quality time together. And I couldn't wait for that. Lola made my place into a home. Usually, it was somewhere I hated coming back to. Too white, too empty, too naked of all life that I did everything in my power to avoid it. Which was strange because it was exactly what I had always wanted. A penthouse, looking out over the city. Here I was king. A man at the pinnacle of his career. Or so I had thought. Until the first night I'd moved in and the

Dion“I fucked up Elodie.” Cradling my face in my hands, I groaned. “I fucked up so bad.”She didn't tell me that I hadn't. Elodie wasn't the kind of girl to sugar coat shit for my benefit. Next to her, Jax laughed. “Which fucking part, brother?”“Not helping Jax.” Peeking out between my fingers, I saw her elbow him roughly. “It was a simple enough question: is he talking about the drinking or inviting Isla?” Jax paused. “What the fuck were you thinking there, Dion? Inviting her without warning Lola or are you talking about the fact that you didn't even realise Lola had left until today?” He paused to take a breath. “All of it, but mostly the Lola thing.” Blearily, I locked eyes with him. “Is she ok?” I'd asked that several times since they had come around. And each and every time they had changed the subject. Like it wasn't punishment enough waking up face down on the sofa and realising she wasn’t in our bed. Lola had disappeared at some point in the night. “She's fine,” Elodie