A Twist of Fate (10 page)

I climbed on
top of him, straddling him, my legs either side. I pushed myself
down hard onto his waiting erection. My eyes locked onto his. I
gasped as he filled me, shifting to allow him to slide in deeper. I
arched my back and rocked against him, pushing myself further down
his cock. He reached down to support my back as I rocked back and
forth, controlling the tempo. My breath quickened and my body
quivered. I felt every muscle tense, begging for release. I shifted
my weight forward so I was lying on his chest; he slid his hands up
to my shoulders. He kissed me deeply. “I don’t think I can hold out
much longer” his voice was pained with desperation. I rose up
again, pushing down hard, allowing the base of his cock to
stimulate my clitoris. I felt myself teeter on the edge as I pushed
down one last time, harder and faster than before.

“Aghhhhhh
Alex,” I screamed. I pulsed and spasmed as I came, I gripped his
shoulders, my teeth sinking deeply into his flesh. I pushed down
again and this time he found his release. “Lexi, oh my God...
Lexi... oh fuck!” I watched him unravel underneath me.

I rolled off
him and laid back on his bed. We were both still gasping for
breath, our bodies shaking as the after effects rippled through us.
He faced me. His sexy, just fucked smile was lazy on his features.
“Wow...That. Was. Insane. I haven’t come like that in years.” His
hand travelled up my hip to my waist and pulled me into an embrace.
“You are so fucking intense but so fucking hot... I’ve never met
anyone like you, I think I just came from my toes,” he laughed.

I laughed back,
“Glad you enjoyed it but it was really for my pleasure not yours.”
I glowed, my head cocked to the side.

“Oh baby, you
can use me for your pleasure anytime.” His voice was low and
loaded.

I smiled as my
eyes followed the line of his ridiculously well built body and as
much as I wanted to stay for an encore performance, clarity was
starting to set in. Yep, time to cut my losses and leave. I rolled
out of bed and started to get dressed.

“What are you
doing?” he asked.

“Getting
dressed.” I answered dryly as I slipped on my bra, “I need to get
back to work.”

“Ummmm, ok...”
He looked at me puzzled as I searched for my panties. I went into
the bathroom to freshen up and check my makeup and hair, reapplying
some lip gloss and slipping back into my skirt. I adjusted my shirt
as best I could, thankful that the popped buttons were the ones
that tucked in, and sprayed on some perfume. He was still naked but
sitting up in bed when I re-entered the room.

I felt him
scrutinize me as I gathered my shoes. “Lexi?” he asked, his sexed
up blonde hair pressed hard against the bed head.

I sensed his
hesitation. “Everything is fine Alex...seriously. We’re cool. This
doesn’t change anything, don’t worry.” Illustrating that while our
encounter had been amazing, it didn’t have to change our working
relationship nor was I going to become some psycho, clingy
fan-girl.

“That’s not
what I was going to say....” his voice trailed off.

“OK. What were
you going to say?” I questioned.

“Nothing, never
mind.” He shook his head. “See ya soon.”

“Yep, we have a
press call tomorrow announcing the new tour dates, see you at 9.” I
announced. He gave me a wary look then I turned to exit the
door.

I made my way
back through the ornate hallway and back to the service elevator, a
lot calmer than when I had taken the ride up. And what a ride it
had been! I shook my head and smiled.

My phone chimed
as the chrome doors opened to the basement.

- I’m sorry, let’s
work this out. No lawyers. I promise – James

- Yeah, I agree. Talk
soon Lexi xx

I unlocked my
car and took a deep breath. I was no longer angry. I knew that I
was going to have to eventually address what just happened with
Alex but I couldn’t think about it right now. I just wanted to
relish the moment.

Mmmmmmm it had
been so good. He was so good. Everything I’d hoped for and more. He
didn’t even seem un-nerved by my assertiveness. I couldn’t let it
happen again though... I couldn’t do that and ruin this amazing
chance I have. I told myself it was a one-time deal. An amazing
one-time deal. I opened my door and stepped into my car.

“Thank you all
for coming. I have prepared a few words for you and then I’ll take
some of your questions.” James stood at the front of the press
conference speaking without a script in his clearly modulated
voice. “As you know two days ago my brother Mike was involved in a
horrific accident. He sustained multiple injuries but thankfully is
now stable and on the road to recovery. It’s a long road but he has
my support, that of our family and friends, and of course the band.
It was a difficult decision to postpone shows, and not one which we
undertook lightly. I know how dedicated and supportive our
Australian fans are and I hate to think that disappoints them in
any way. We love you. The guys and I have managed to rearrange some
dates so that I can be with my brother during this crucial time. I
would like to thank the staff and doctors at the Alfred Hospital
who have been outstanding during this ordeal. I would also like to
thank the paramedics who assisted Mike on the night. Despite what
you have heard, there was no foul play, this was just an awful
accident. The Victoria Police have completed their investigation
and no charges are being laid. I would ask that you respect our
privacy and allow him to recover in a dignified manner.” James
paused, the barrage of clicking flashes blinding him momentarily as
he looked up.

Seated either
side of him were his “guys”. Alex Stone to his right (looking
downright mouth watering) was wearing a pair of tight leather
pants, fitted black t-shirt and his trade mark silver dog tags. His
hair was slicked back and his beautiful eyes were hidden behind
mirrored aviator Ray Bans. He looked every inch the rock star. He
was relaxed and collected, nodding in support as James spoke.

Seated to his
left was Troy Harris, the drummer. Troy was wearing an orange
Reese’s peanut butter cup t-shirt and faded blue jeans. He had
large hazel eyes and a Mohawk. He was just under 6 foot and he was
built like a wrestler. He was rugged and manly and made no
apologies for his lack of metrosexuality. His laugh was infectious
and his carefree attitude alluring, which meant he had no shortage
of admirers. He was, as I found out that morning, the joker of the
group. He was the least affected by the fame it seemed. Troy got to
hide behind his monstrous drum kit and hit things for a living - he
was living his dream. Troy had graduated from the same high school
a couple of years earlier than James and Alex. Sitting to his side
was Dan Evans, the Bass player and Troy’s best friend.

Dan was not
what you’d call a typically good looking guy. His mix of Italian
and Irish heritage combined to give him dark eyes, dark hair and
pale skin. He had the same sort of build as Troy but was a little
shorter. Dan had the gift of the gab and could talk his way into or
out of anything. Dan’s overinflated ego meant he was a huge hit
with groupies. He was Alex’s polar opposite. He welcomed the fame;
he loved the trappings and while he enjoyed playing bass he was in
it for the pussy and the party, not so much for the music. He was
also the least talented of the group but he had been there since
the beginning so had earned his place.

Sitting beside
Alex was Jason Irwin, the keyboard player. Jason was tall and
lanky. He had light brown hair that was cropped close to his head.
Jason had joined the Army straight out of high school, using the
opportunity to let the US government pay for his college education.
He had joined up with the band later in their career. They had
found Jason on a drunken road trip to Canada. I never got the full
story, not sure if they even remember it themselves. In any case,
he was now a permanent fixture and was no less invested in the band
than the rest who’d been there from the start.

Watching these
men interact, it was apparent who was in the driver’s seat. The man
speaking, who had held everyone’s attention, there was no denying -
this was James’ band. Their fearless leader took a breath before
continuing. Cameras ready to capture every second, microphones
poised.

“We are going
to get this show back on the road and we have a list of new dates.
All tickets from the previous shows will be honoured and new
tickets for a further two shows will go on sale tomorrow at 9am.
You should have in front of you the list of dates and venues; I’d
like to thank our promoter and our amazing PR manager Lexi Reed who
has made this all possible. Now if you have any questions, I’ll be
happy to answer them.”

James, can you
confirm that the driver of the car was Jackson Rose, a member of
your support band Salt?

“Yes, Jackson
was in the car but any questions relating to him and his band will
have to be directed to his management, sorry.” James glanced at me,
he was glad I made him prepare this morning.

James, sources
say there was another person involved. A female. Was she a
passenger too? Was she injured?

“A female
motorist offered assistance at the site of the accident. We are
eternally grateful and indebted to her but she wishes to remain
anonymous and we are respecting her wishes... anyone else?” James
was becoming increasingly anxious.

James will you
be staying in Australia until your brother is cleared for travel?
What about the rest of your tour dates?

“We are
extending our stay for a couple of weeks. By that time Mike will
have medical clearance to fly and we will have him transferred to
an American hospital for all other treatment and rehab.” I saw
James’ agitation growing. This was supposed to be about announcing
the new tour dates and it seemed all the press wanted to know was
about the accident, something James did not want to talk about.

I took my cue.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m Lexi Reed, representative for Power
Station. Unfortunately that is all the time we have for you today,
please pick up your press packs on the way out, they contain all
the pertinent information relating to the tour. If you have any
further questions please submit them to me for consideration. Thank
you for your time.” I ushered the guys out one by one to the
incessant sound of the shutters and shouted questions.

“Thanks.”
breathed James.

“Hey that’s
what you are paying me for” I winked. “The driver is ready to take
you back to the hotel. I have a meeting I need to attend but I’ve
arranged for your parents and your wife to be picked up from the
Airport. Their flight is coming in at 11am; they’ll be taken to the
hotel to meet you, then to the hospital. I’ll come see you there
later but if you need me just call. Relax, I’ve got this.” I
smiled.

James hesitated
before giving me huge, grateful hug. “I don’t know what we’d do
without you, Lexi.... I owe you so much.”

“You can buy me
dinner” I volunteered.

“Dinner it is.
I’d really like for you to meet Hannah and my parents. I’m having
the private dining room set up. The guys will be there too.”

“Sure... text
me the details,” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before
rushing out the door.

The thought of
seeing Alex again tonight sent a wave of excitement through my
body. We had barely spoken this morning before the press conference
except for the usual pleasantries. He didn’t seem awkward or
strange around me. He was his usual calm, collected self. He had
flirted openly with the make-up girl; maybe this wasn’t going to be
a big deal.

I was excited
about meeting Hannah. She was James’ High School sweetheart and
despite all the ups and downs over the last 10 years she had
remained by his side. I had read so much about her, most of it
speculation as she never gave interviews. I wondered what kind of
woman was able to stay sane with the kind of madness the surrounded
James.

My phone buzzed
breaking my train of thought.

I still can’t
believe you are representing POWER STATION, what an amazing turn of
events! I saw you on TV, you looked so beautiful. Do you have any
plans tonight? We should get together soon xx

Seeing Emma’s
messages always made me smile. I had desperately wanted to see her
since our missed “date” she was a calming influence in my life and
if ever I needed one, now was the time.

- Hey Emz, I can’t
tonight. Free tomorrow though. Miss you heaps xxx

- Tomorrow then...
it’s a date! Miss you too xx

I threw my
phone back into my handbag. Emma had taken the news well,
considering. I had given her the same spiel I’d given Kate about
running into them and offering assistance. She was so trusting she
never questioned me. “It was obviously meant to be” she had stated.
“Clearly you have a purpose with them, perhaps that is why we were
so drawn to them, and it’s all very exciting.”

Matt on the
other hand was suspicious; as news of the accident came to light
and his knowledge of my bloody clothes he was putting the puzzle
together.

He had
confronted me yesterday when I got home. “I know it was you.”

“What
difference does it make, I don’t want to talk about it” I fired
back.

“I just don’t
understand why you wouldn’t tell me, I’m not going to tell anyone.
I hardly know anyone in this town and I’m not about to alienate my
closest friend.” His words were filled with hurt.

“Matt I’m
sorry, I have issues... you know this remember? I’m a little messed
up. I just have a hard time trusting people.” I tried to
qualify.

“Everyone needs
someone, Lexi... even you. Just... I don’t know... Maybe let me try
and be that person, ok?” Matt’s hurt subsided as I smiled
gratefully at him and squeezed his hand.