Once a Lover Vol. II Rocker Girls Series

Chapter 11

Jones

It was official; he had turned into a damn stalker. For the first week Jones was in Nashville, he made some calls to his accountants, made arrangements for his place back home, and found a nice hotel to stay at while he scoped out Margie, where she lived and where she worked. But what was worse, he'd parked in front of her apartment almost every single night that week, hoping he'd have the balls to go talk to her.

It was a couple of nights ago when he'd been out front, not realizing she wasn't home, when she pulled up with the guy she was at the wedding with. He watched that shit kiss his girl, and then go open the door for her before they made their way up to her apartment. It took every once of restraint to not go break down the damn door and beat the shit out of that fucker she was with!

But he didn't, and it was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. After about ten minutes of just staring at Margie's window that was now bright with light, he decided to leave before he did do something that could get him into trouble.

It had been a long time since he'd been that pissed, but after he drove for a while, letting his anger cool, all the times that Margie knew about his cheating ran through his head. Then there were the times she'd found out about the cheating when he was on the road—hell, all the times he'd cheated that she didn't know about. And he'd lost count of all the times he would be on the phone with her while the groupie he just fucked lay next to him.

He'd always known about her dating other guys after she'd tried to break it off with him. But this was the first time he'd witnessed a guy kissing her like he wanted her, or her having a guy going up to her place. He knew what was going on behind closed doors, and fuck if it didn't tear him up. The truth of how his girl felt, all those times she knew that he was cheating, really hit home.

What the old Jones would've done was go out and find a revenge fuck. But if he screwed some nameless slut tonight, somehow, some way, Margie would find out about it, and it would inevitably come back and bite him in the ass like it normally did. Probably at the worst possible time, when he'd finally gotten his woman back in his arms.

It was time to own his shit and be a man, and not some jealous-ass boy. Margie had no idea that he was still in town. He was too busy being a pussy to even go talk to her...instead he was turning into a damn stalker!

Jones knew he had to be smart about this. If he screwed up this time over hurt feelings and a cheap fuck, the fear of losing her forever wasn't something he would risk.So instead he did what any normal pissed-off rocker would do if they were so fucking mad they couldn't see straight. He went back to his place and drank himself stupid, to then jack off into the toilet saying her name.

Now it was mid-morning and he'd been here in front of her salon since eight in his damn truck, and already going through two packs of smokes. All in hopes that he'd find the right opportunity to talk to his pumpkin.

Jones saw Addie pulled into the parking lot for what he assumed was a hair appointment. She now had her own car that her new husband had bought her, and not the purple beast that all the girls shared. He never did get that. Any one of the guys would have bought his girl any fucking car they could've wanted, but now he could see that they just didn't want anything from them. And then he shook his head thinking about Jimmy, and how all of their lives were just so fucked up right now.

The shopfront was all big windows that let the public look inside, but Margie's station was behind one of the walls. When Addie walked into the place, he could see Marge run up to the woman who was like a sister to her and hug her tightly in her arms. When she pulled back to talk, Jones could see that beautiful smile on Margie's face.

He remembered that sweet smile and he hadn't seen it for so damn long. Even after the last two years of her taking him back between world tours, there was no smile after they made love like there had been before. God, he missed her rosy cheeks that always blushed before he kissed her, and that long red hair that always made his dick rock hard.