Page 2 of Rockstar Daddy's Second Chance

I cock an eyebrow at Derrick, who just shrugs. “They’re legal age,” he murmurs with a sly grin.

He turns to the young women. “Ladies, here he is. Superstar Cass Wild. I’ll leave all of you alone.”

I look down at the girl who has her mouth wrapped around my cock, she expertly knows what she’s doing, but even so, I can’t get into it. I can’t just let go. Instead of turning me on—I’m feeling nothing except maybe disgust that she’s willing to do what she’s doing just because of my fame.

Feeling my aloofness, the redhead glances up at me and then slows. I hear a wet pop as my cock slips from her eager mouth. She raises her head.

“What’s wrong?” she questions with a worried frown. “Cass?”

Staring down at her, I will myself to feel something, but I don’t. Not desire and definitely not lust. I’m sure this girl is more than willing to do anything I ask of her, but I don’t want her.

I don’t even want sex—if it’s meaningless. That’s it. There’s no real feeling behind what she’s doing. She’s not even attracted to me.She’s attracted to my fame.

I abruptly sit up. Reaching down, I zip up my pants, ignoring her look of irritated confusion that flashes across her sullen features as I deprive her of boasting she was with Cass Wild all night.

“Sorry, but I think you should go,” I tell her, my voice hard and dismissive. I don’t remember her name or if she even gave it to me before she... “I have to be on a plane tomorrow morning.”I force myself to sound indifferent, though I don’t care if she believes me. I just want her gone. Now.

An ugly wave of red crosses her face. She gives me a resentful look as she rises from her knees.

“Fine,” she huffs, straightening her clothes.

Barely looking up as she slams the door on her way out, I let out a pent-up breath.

A few minutes later, my dressing room door opens, and it’s Sam. “She told her friend you sent her away. I told them both to go.” He gives me an inquiring look. “You feeling okay, Cass?”

Nodding, I answer him, “Yeah, I’m just… tired of being—“

“Beefcake? The prize?” Sam says with an understanding grin.

“Yeah,” I admit, laying my head wearily back against the couch.

Sam’s been with me since the early days, back when we played anywhere from dive bars to large, rowdy crowds. He crosses his arms, giving me that knowing look he’s mastered over years on the road.

“I’m fine, Sam,” I lie, forcing a grin.

He doesn’t buy it. “Been a while since I’ve seen you look this... restless.” He pauses, glancing around the room, then his eyes swing back to me. “Almost like you’re searching for something.”

I shrug, trying to brush it off, but his words hit too close to home. “Just another night, Sam.”

“Sure,” he says, but there’s a glint of something in his eye. He knows. He’s always known. Sam remembers what it was like before everything got big when it was just the band and me playing music because we loved it. And he remembers how I was with her—with Kendrick. When I thought all I needed was her and the music to make my life perfect.

The memory presses down on me, as fresh as it is distant. I’ve tried to bury it, telling myself it was just one chapter in a long story, but even now, I can’t forget her.

“Look, Cass,” Sam says, stepping forward and lowering his voice, “we’ve all noticed you’ve been a little off. The fans were pumped out there, and this tour is everything we’ve worked for. But if something is missing, maybe you should figure out what that is.”

“Figure it out?” I laugh, the sound hollow even to my own ears. “You know how it goes, Sam. Once you’re on top, there’s no stopping. People would kill to be in my place.”

Sam lets out a sigh, his look unwavering. “Maybe so. But they’re not you, man. And whatever it is that’s bothering you, I think you owe it to yourself to find out what it is you really want. Wehave a small break after the next performance. Why don’t you visit your folks?”

Before I can respond, Sam claps me on the shoulder, his voice low. “Just… think about it.”

I close my eyes, letting my mind drift back to a simpler time and place. Back when I was still excited about performing and didn’t have to hide behind a persona. But, instead of thinking of my folks or sister, I think of her. I can still see her, clear as day, the memory so vivid it hurts. A girl with a laugh that could light up any room, a voice as smooth as honey, long blonde hair, and a pair of gray eyes that could see right through me.

How Kendrick looked at me made me think I was someone worth believing in and that I could have it all.

For a moment, I imagine what it would be like to step away from all of this, to walk away from the fame and the money, to leave it all behind and just… be. No more lights, no more cameras. Just a life, a real one, with someone by my side who cares about the man behind the name.

I shake the thought off, knowing it’s just a fantasy. For one, Derrick would never allow it, and the fans would never understand. The world would never let me just disappear.

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