(Complete) Doyle Kane has a reputation as a party girl. When she falls for a rock star, she wants the magic of the Kane Cross to guarantee true love, but Doyle finds trouble first.
It is just another night for Gray Hoffman when he sees a woman in ne...
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The next day when Percy, the butler, greeted her at the door of her family home, her head pounded. She had stayed with Mick as long as possible, but they were getting ready for the sound check at the TD Garden and she had to transform herself into the socialite's daughter to sit at the dining room table.
Doyle and Mick slept late after the orgy where he sucked on the boob's face. A pounding ache blocked the nagging in her head. She was the one who stood up for women's rights. When men uttered words like boobs or chick, she gave them a lecture about misogyny. Her lectures had stopped the day her hazel eyes met the ice-blue ones.
As she entered her room, she sighed. It was nice to be alone with her belongings. For a month on the bus, she had no privacy. Even sex wasn't private. She had also lived out of a duffle bag, but she repacked it with fresh clothes. Hopefully, the stupid dinner would be quick because she wanted to get back to Mick. With her edited photographs sent off to the magazine, she could dedicate her time to making him happy. She didn't need her heavy camera bag, so she stowed it in her room. Mick had been jealous of her camera too.
In the shower, as the hot water cascaded over her, she thought back to Mick's face as she kissed him goodbye. "Sorry, I'll get back as fast as I can. You know how family is."
He looked at her blankly. "Are you going to meet a guy?"
"No! The only guys are my brothers." She never mentioned their names, not that the band paid attention to anyone but themselves on social media. "I'll see you backstage or at the hotel. Whichever, I'll be back. We are together."
"We're not staying backstage. We'll party in my suite."
"Our suite." She kissed him with hot tongues. Then she had to walk away.
Gio was in the hall, as she went to the elevator. "Finally leaving?"
Weighed down with her bags, she shook her head. "Just getting clean clothes. Mick and I are together."
"You aren't gonna be fucking Yoko."
"What are you smoking? I love Unhinged Rage and I love Mick. We are Paul and Linda."
"You're the one who is high. I only care about the band and my guys. Got that?"
"Yeah. We're on the same page." Except they weren't. Once she finished her job, Gio stopped being so friendly. He definitely didn't like her hanging around. The way he rounded up half-naked girls to party with the band, he was more of a pimp than a manager.
She chose a dress that Amelia would approve of, but she could also wear for Mick. It fit her like a glove and was short, but it had a designer label. Her shower did nothing to help her headache. She had been going back and forth between coke and weed, stimulant versus non stimulant trying to get it to go away. Since she finished dressing with a few minutes to spare, she slipped into the backyard to smoke a joint.
