Rock Star

Chapter 2

2

“Where to, miss?” the cabbie asked once she was settled in the backseat. Her first thought was home, but then she realized her parents were likely to stay at the gala for another few hours given how early it was still. A little thrill ran through her as she stammered out Bryan's address instead.

His new apartment was in a modern building not too far away, and she knew the doorman plus the security code to get in, so she figured she would surprise him when he got home from work. Maybe she would even cook dinner for him, to give him a taste of what it would be like after they got married. Then, she thought shyly with a blush, maybe she would give him a taste of something else. Bryan had never gone down on her before, but from what Mary – her best friend – kept telling her, it was quite the experience. Her s*x clenched at the thought, still riled up by the encounter she'd had with the extremely hot guy before leaving the fundraiser.

Yes, this is a good idea, she quietly convinced herself. Surely he'd love the surprise. Maybe it's too intrusive, the loud voice of her self-doubt piped up in her head. She mulled it over. No, if he's tired when he gets home, or if he gets angry when he finds me there, she thought, I'll just apologize and leave.

Her mind firmly made up just as the cabbie slowed down outside the building, she paid the fare and greeted the doorman as she swept by him and into the stately white lobby. With its sleek modern lines and impersonal mirrored aluminum finishes, it wasn't exactly the kind of building she'd imagined she'd move into one day, but it wasn't bad by any stretch of the imagination.

The elevator made a low digital ding as it arrived to carry her up to her future apartment. Another little thrill ran through her. This was the wildest thing she'd ever done. Sad, she knew, but that didn't make it any less true.

Her parents were really protective. So at twenty-two, Serena found herself still living at home and working in her family's company with her mother still pretty much controlling every aspect of her life. Not much room for wild adventures there, she thought ruefully.

The elevator carried her straight up to his floor and deposited her there with another soft chime. She headed to his apartment, punching in the security code her had given her not even a week ago so she could bring in his dry cleaning one afternoon.

His apartment wasn't huge, although it felt spacious due to clever architecture. It was a one-bedroom with an open concept dining room that blended seamlessly into a living room and kitchen, with a balcony off to one side. Rent was pricey in this part of town. Bryan had opted for this place over a cozy three-bedroom place she had preferred, making the argument that it was closer to his office, with a great address, and therefore was a better investment.

The first thing she noticed as she stepped inside was that the apartment wasn't as dark and quiet as she had thought it would be. The lights in the living room were on, although they had been dimmed to their lowest setting, and soft music was playing through the built-in sound system. The soft music, however, was not the only sound she heard.

There was also moaning. Loud, female moaning. She rounded the corner from the small entryway into the open living room, and there, sprawled out naked on the couch Serena had picked out, was a raven-haired girl clearly in the throes of o****m. On top of her – pounding into her like his life depended on it – was her dearest Bryan, eyes screwed shut.

What. The. Actual. f**k. Her stomach bottomed out, her mouth dried up, and her head was suddenly swimming like she'd had too much wine. She must have made some involuntary noise, because at that moment Bryan opened his eyes wide and stared straight into hers.

“Serena?” he gasped her name almost uncertainly, as if he thought his eyes might be playing tricks on him, but she was out the door and back in the elevator before she could be sure.