The Rocker’s Muse Read Online Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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Tristan hung his head, his voice barely audible as his ears turned red. “I can’t believe this.”

I gave him a few moments to process before I went on.

“When Jacob asked her who his father was, she told him your name and who you were. He thought she had to be lying. He knew of you. Jacob was way more into music than I ever was. Then she showed him photos of you and her from when you were teenagers. She gave him some of them to keep. He didn’t know how to handle it. He asked her if she thought you’d be open to finding out about him. Cheyenne told him she didn’t know, that she hadn’t spoken to you in years. She felt like she didn’t know who you were anymore, but that the boy you’d been back then would’ve wanted to know.”

“You’re damn fucking right I would’ve,” he growled.

It was the first bit of anger he’d shown. I was sure it was only the beginning. He deserved to be angry.

“Cheyenne told him she wouldn’t blame him for reaching out to you. She seemed deeply regretful for having hidden him from you and apologized for not being able to go back and make things right.”

Tristan placed his head in his hands and bounced his knees nervously. He finally looked up at me, his eyes cloudy with confusion. “I don’t understand. How did you end up at the recording studio? You were...stalking me or something?”

My stomach lurched. I felt like I could throw up. “No. Not exactly.” I shook my head. “I have a friend from high school who works in the music industry out in L.A. now. I contacted him, pretending to be a Delirious Jones fan, and asked if he knew how I might be able to get an autograph. He told me where you guys were recording your album. The information came so easily that I took it as a sign. My initial intent was to see if I could get access to you. I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell you anything or just gauge whether you were a good person, one who would want to know the truth.” I gulped. “I knew nothing about you aside from what I’d read on the Internet. When I stood in front of the building that day, I had no idea what I was going to say or do if I met you. Then the door opened, Doug saw me standing there, and he mistook me for someone coming to interview for the assistant job. So I went with it, never imagining where it would lead.”

Feeling ashamed, I paused a moment. This sounded ridiculous, even if it was the absolute truth. Tristan stayed silent.

“I convinced myself that the best way to get to know you was to take the job. If you were a bad person or someone who might reject the idea of having had a son, I could rethink how to approach things. But quickly, I learned you were a good person, someone who absolutely deserved to know about Jacob. Someone who would want to know. But I also soon realized that telling you during the tour wasn’t fair, because it would devastate you. Then I learned about your voice struggles, and I worried about your mental health if I were to throw this at you in the midst of it all. It became about when to tell you, not whether to reveal it at all. I didn’t want to put you through this until you could properly process it.”

He stared at me incredulously.

It felt like my throat was closing, but I forced myself to continue. “The chemistry we have, the strong feelings I still have for you—that was independent of everything else. I allowed myself to fall for you, to get lost in the experience, wishing so much that I was really the girl you thought I was. And it became harder and harder to acknowledge the truth, even to myself.”

The vacant look remained in his eyes. “You should’ve told me…”

“Telling someone they have a child they never knew about, let alone that the child is dead, wasn’t something I could just spring on you. And then my heart got twisted up in it. I started to wish I had met you under different circumstances, where I could’ve allowed myself to see where things would go. But that’s not reality. That’s why I left. Because I’d let things go too far. My feelings for you were blinding me, making me forget why I’d gone to find you in the first place. I wasn’t trying to deceive you, Tristan.” A tear rolled down my cheek. “Please know that. I just didn’t want to devastate you in the middle of a tour. I didn’t know how to tell you.” My voice cracked. “I’m so sorry. I handled everything wrong.”


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