The Billionaire Rockstar

Chapter Three - One mistake and you are out...

Ryker’s P.O.V

I was sitting in the studio, writing some new songs. I was here alone, everyone else away on lunch. I preferred it that way. This place was like my saving Grace when no one else was around. I never showed anyone the songs I wrote alone. They would never let me record or release them. I do write all of my own song’s, but I am two different versions when it comes to writing. One style in what my team want. The style the world wants to hear. The other style? That is more me, more of the truth. The songs about my life. The words of how I really feel but they won’t accept them. I get it. No one wants to hear the darkness I have inside of me. As my producer says, people want to be lifted up by music, not brought down. I disagree with him but no point arguing with it. If it wasn’t for my team, my life would be very different right now. I don’t want to jeopardise any of that. They have stuck with me for ten years even though I am not the easiest person in the world to get on with. I will always be thankful to them.

I was trying to relax because when this tour starts in a few weeks, I won’t have much of a chance. I loved touring. I loved performing in front of thousands every night. Seeing the world. f*****g in every state and country. Partying all over the world. It was how I blew off steam. Partying, drink, drugs occasionally and s*x.

“I thought I would find you here.” I hear Natalie’s voice say.

I sat the guitar down, closing my notebook over.

“What’s up?” I asked looking up at her.

“I was thinking we could go grab lunch with Alena. She officially signed her contract today. We have your new photographer.” She smiled.

“Are you sure she can handle it?” I asked

“Positive. She lacks confidence but I think this work will change her. She is amazing at what she does. You need to give her a chance Ryker.” She said

I struggled to let anyone new in. Even in a work sense. The photographer I did have had been with me with for a few years. She was great too, until well I decided to use her for my own kicks. She resisted me for years but when she did finally give in, I did what I always done. Used her, then ignored her. In the end, she couldn’t take it and that is why she quit. I had a weakness for women. Not any certain type…I don’t have a type. As Natalie’s put it’s, I have s*x with anyone in a skirt really.

“How do we know we can trust her? What if she sells stories to make money?” I asked.

“I have a good feeling about her. My gut tells me we can trust her. I did some research on her. No red flags. She lives a very quiet life, only had a couple of close friends. Her family is in another state. She works as an accountant, has done for a good few years.” She said.

I don’t trust anyone, never have. I trusted Natalie more than anyone but still not entirely, she has been working with me since I was seventeen when all this started. She is the one woman who puts me in my place and doesn’t take any of my nonsense.

“Fine. I will give her a chance.” I said rolling my eyes.

“Thank you. Now come on, she is waiting for us.” She said.

I am sure I could get used to having Alena around. She was gorgeous, at least it would give me something to look at. I know I said I don’t have a type, which I meant but I do lean more towards brunettes which she is. I know I have been warned away from her. I will try my best. I locked my guitar and notebook away. I would take them home later. I would end up back here anyway.

I followed her out. Alena was standing outside waiting for us. I took a moment to study her. It was the first time I had seen all of her. When we met, she was sitting, I couldn’t see all of her. I found myself licking my lips as I did. Her body was sexy as f**k. Her curves were very sexy. The summer dress she had on showed them very well.

“Ryker!” Natalie warned from next to me, “Stop looking at her like that. That isn’t happening OK?” She added firmly.

“Sorry, I will behave,” I said holding my hands up, laughing.

I probably should listen to her. Or she would do as she said, get me an all-male team and I can’t have that. That would be no fun. She would do it though. We headed over to where she was.

“I hear you are officially on the team?” I said

“Yes,” she said softly “Hope that is alright?” she added, a blush creeping on her cheeks.

“Time will tell,” I said shrugging “One mistake and you are out,” I added.

She looked at the ground, nodding. I could feel Natalie’s eyes burning into me for my rudeness.

“Where are we eating anyway?” I said changing the subject.

“Your favourite Thai place. It was strange really. I asked Alena if she knew anywhere well. To give me a suggestion for somewhere and she did…your favourite place. I found that weird.” Natalie laughed.

“She probably read it somewhere,” I said shrugging

“No actually I never. I don’t follow the rich and famous, never have.” Alena said.

That was new. I thought most people done that, no? Unless she is lying?

“Well, you must be the only one not too,” I said.

I was trying to suss her out. I don’t like liars.

“I don’t have time to follow and obsess over people that I Don’t even know...have better things to do. No offence.” She said a little embarrassed “at the end of the day you are all still just human.” She added shrugging.

I am not lying, it was refreshing. You get some crazy assed people out there. You should see some of the things I have been sent. The messages I get online. Some of it is disturbing. I don’t mind though if the girl is hot. Yes, I screw my fans sometimes. Some of them are f*****g gorgeous, willing to please. I get what I want and need...they get their fantasy. It is a win, win situation for everyone.

“No offence was taken. Now can we go to eat?” I said, “I Don’t have all day.” I added Natalie nodded, the three of us getting into the waiting car.

Natalie sat upfront. I motioned Alena to slip in first. She thanked me with a smile, sliding in and I slid in next to her. Right next to her. She fidgeted uncomfortably next to me. I chuckled at how nervous she was.

“Have you never heard of personal space?” she asked.

“Obviously not.” I laughed, “Or I would have sat away from you.” I added.

She muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes before turning away to look out the window. She should probably get used to not having personal space especially with me. I was terrible with personal space. And on tour? There is no such thing as personal space.

“You should get used to it. It comes with the job.” I whispered to her.

She never answered, instead she shrugged. If anything, at least I will be kept entertained making her feel uncomfortable. That is always fun. Yeah, yeah I am an asshole, what are you going to do?