Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story
- Автор: Lister Ann
- Серия: Sheet Music #1
- Год: 2011
- Язык: голландский
- Год: Lulu.com
- ISBN: 9781105173578
- Жанр: Прочая древняя литература
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“That guy you saw me with out in the living room…”
“Yeah, what about him?”
“I’ve been sleeping with him for the past week. It was only supposed to be a one-time thing but I found myself having feelings for him. So I asked him to come to New York.”
He looked at her in shock, his knees almost seemed to give way beneath his weight. “What are you saying?”
“What’s the matter, Michael? Don’t tell me it bothers you to visualize your wife being intimate with other men? Come on now! A man of the world like yourself - this stuff is small time for you.”
He stepped toward the door and paused before opening it. “I guess I’m not as worldly as you seem to think because it does bother me - a lot.” He spun around and faced her. His face ashen and pained. Fluid glistened in his eyes. “So, I guess your revenge tactic worked, Annie. You should feel vindicated.”
He stepped into the hall and shut the door quietly behind him. She watched him disappear. An empty stillness filled the room. He was gone and she felt dead inside. She covered her mouth to stifle a sob and climbed beneath the quilt on the bed. Too exhausted to cry another tear, she quickly fell asleep.
Michael made his way toward the apartment door; blinded by his emotion, he hadn’t even noticed Taylor sitting at the kitchen table.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked him, taking a sip of freshly brewed tea.
“There’s no point in staying,” he replied with emptiness.
“Come here, sit down with me,” she instructed, and pulled out a chair for him to occupy.
“Do you love her?” she asked, as he sat heavily.
“Yes.”
“Then fight for her,” she said, reaching out to touch his forearm.
He shook his head. “She made it very clear she doesn’t want me.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. She’s hurt, Michael, and it will take time for her wounds to heal but I don’t think you should walk away. Not now.”
“She just told me she has feelings for that asshole that was here earlier.”
“You mean Kent?” Taylor asked with surprise.
“It doesn’t matter what the fuck his name is. All I know is he’s been sleeping with my wife for the last week.”
Taylor began to laugh. “Annie and Kent? I don't think so, Michael. He may wish it were that way but I live here and I can say for fact. She's not sleeping with him or anyone else.”
“What about Ralph Mason and your drummer?”
“What about them? Did she say she’s slept with them too?”
Michael nodded.
“She’s lying.”
“Maybe not. Maybe you just haven’t noticed.”
“No way. I know she hasn’t been with anyone else.
“Truth is, she contemplated it right after she found you with that girl. There was a guy that was coming on to her while she was in Los Angeles. He asked her back to his place for drinks and she called me to ask what she should do. I told her that she’d regret it for the rest of her life if she went and that two wrongs don’t make a right. Know what I’m saying? She told me later she was glad she hadn’t gone with him. So, what ever she told you in there, it was purely fiction. I guess she was trying to hurt you.”
“A taste of my own medicine?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Taylor smiled. “I gotta tell you, I’ve never seen a person more emotionally destroyed than she has been this past month. She’s walked around in a complete daze after she got back from California. That kind of stress isn’t good for a pregnant woman, you know. I’m not sure how much more her body can withstand.”
“I hear what you’re saying, Taylor, and I’d like nothing more than to take her back to Boston and try and fix this fucking mess I’ve made.” he tipped his head back and rubbed at his face. “A part of me can’t believe this is reality. When I think of how good things were last summer or as recently as when we made that baby, I can’t believe I let this happen.”
“Than go back in there and tell her that. Fight for her, Michael. Don’t let his slip away. If you leave now it’s the same thing as giving up. Is that what you want?”
“No. I want her and I want to be a father to our baby.”
Taylor smiled and sighed heavily. “Go talk to her, Michael.”
He nodded and pushed the chair away from the table. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For being here and listening. If you hadn’t been sitting here, I would have walked out that door and maybe not come back.”
“I guess it’s fate. Now, go back in there and win your wife back.”
Michael cracked the door open and stepped inside Annie’s room. She was curled on the bed in a fetal position facing the window. He crossed the room slowly then realized she was sound asleep. She was angelic and childlike, it was no wonder they called her Angelise when she was born. She was an angel.
He shut off the light and went to the other side of her bed, gently lying down, ever so careful not to wake her. He fell asleep to the soft purr of her breathing.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
As the predawn light began to filter in through the window, Annie began to stir. Without thinking, she rolled over and cuddled against Michael’s slumbering body. Half asleep, he slid an arm around her shoulder and pulled her tighter against his chest. He kissed her forehead and said, “I love you.” Hearing the words, she froze and pulled away from him sharply.
“I thought you left,” she said, rolling away and putting her back to him.
“I changed my mind,” he said groggily. “When I came back in here, you were already asleep and I didn’t want to wake you.”
She inched further away, putting as much distance as she could between them. Having him in bed with her was unnerving. A mixture of warm and cold emotions raced through her veins. The room seemed to be closing in around her.
He cautiously moved closer to her backside. “Annie…”
“What?” she answered quickly, a hint of hostility in her voice. She wished he would leave.
“Please come back to Boston with me so I can try and fix this mess. I want to make things right with you. I want to be part of your life and watch our baby grow.”
His mouth moved dangerously close to the nape of her neck. She could feel the heat of his breath warming her skin. Brick by brick, the walls she had built to protect herself from him were crashing to the ground. The weakness she had for him was shameful. She closed her eyes and began to cry.
“Baby, I love you and I want you to love me again. I want you to want me the way I still want you, the way I’m wanting you right now.”
His lips brushed over her flesh and with a feather touch. He felt her tremble. “Let me love you, babe. Let me show you what you mean to me.”
There was a desperate tone to his voice that she could not ignore, reluctantly she rolled over to face him. The closeness of their bodies, mouths, and hands startled her but an army could not have made her move. Her heart was pounding hard against her ribs. She could smell him, raw and so very masculine. She inhaled deeply filling her lungs with him. His pale blue eyes were so warm, inviting, almost begging for her. She studied his face, the way the pillow seemed to cradle his head, and the thick hair that spilled all around, framing him like a picture. He was beautiful and vulnerable.
“Do you have any idea how much you hurt me?” she whispered.
“Yes, I think I do,” he answered thoughtfully.
“And, just like that you come crawling back, throw a few flowery phrases around and I’m supposed to lay back and spread my legs for you? I don’t think so, Michael. It won’t happen like that. I won’t let it. You want me back, then you’ll have to earn my trust.”