Page 67 of Hayden's Stalker

I know I shouldn’t leave it to Tati to be the one who has to tell him, and Ishouldbe there when she does it so I can own up to my mistake.

Tati gives me a reassuring smile. “You can apologize later. Let me tell him alone, then I can bear the brunt of any initial anger.”

Relief floods through me, and I’m grateful as hell that she’s going to take this hit, but I wonder aloud, “What are you going to tell him?”

“That your heart was in the right place, but you couldn’t see the forest for the trees, and that I fucked up by not being involved in the tour bus prep. Then, I’m going to offer him the room.”

I gasp and blink at her. “You’ll sleep on the sofa?”

“If I have to,” she shrugs.

There’s no way I’m letting that happen. This was my fuck up, and she shouldn’t have to sleep on the sofa just because of my mistake.

“No. You can have my bed if it comes to it.” I shake my head.

Tatiana laughs, “Where will you sleep if I’m in your bed, Hayden Vega?”

I swear my heart stops beating as an onslaught of images of her in the bed with me on the tour bus comes to my mind. I run my gaze down her body. She’s dressed very professionally as usual, with a blouse and pants, her hair in its regular braid around the crown of her head.

I envisage her naked, he long hair loose and falling down in a curtain around her face as she rides me, my cock plunging deep into her as I fuck her roughly. Her eyes are wide, and herbreathing is shallow. It’s blatantly obvious that she wants me as badly as I want her and the desire for this to be a reality is intense.

I fight my erection at the thoughts playing in my mind as I tell her as seriously as I can, “I’ll take the sofa, as long as you let me have a bath every once in a while.”

I work to keep a smile off my face and her cheeks turn red, forcing me to fight my erection even harder.

I definitely have a humiliation kink.

“As generous as that offer is, I couldn’t possibly take you up on it,” she says in her coolly professional tone. “I’m responsible for your safety, and part of that is your physical health. I’m sure touring is hard on the body, and you’ll need the rest.”

I hate the thought of her sleeping somewhere so uncomfortable. I want her to be happy, and she’s so precious that she deserves the world. I think about the fact that someone once hurt her, and I want her to be safe every day for the rest of her life.

“Well, I don’t want you sleeping on the sofa,” I tell her quietly, forcing myself to say absolutely none of what I’m actually thinking.

“But you’re fine with Jesse doing it?”

She raises an eyebrow at me, and the guilt rushes back in because, once again, I’ve completely forgotten my other bodyguard’s existence.

“Fuck. I’m an asshole. No. I don’t want that either,” I sigh. “I fucked up so bad.”

“Don’t stress. We’ll get it sorted out. You focus on being an amazing drummer who loves his fans. I’ll focus on sleep logistics.”

I nod and smile at her because it reminds me of what Brendan said yesterday. I need to focus on what I can control.Hopefully, Tati can sort out the sleeping situation with Jesse, and I can deal with the stuff I have to deal with.

“I think I can manage that. Let me know as soon as you can how it goes, though. I might go to the music room while you talk.”

She nods, and we fall into silence for the rest of our breakfast. After we clean up, I take off to the safety of my music room before Tati goes to get Jesse. I consider drumming, but I’m not in the mood to get all sweaty, and I can’t sit behind my drums and not play, so I head over to the sofa in the corner of the room and drop into it.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, and there are multiple notifications from family and friends wishing me luck for the evening. I call my sister and smile when she answers the phone.

“Hi, Hayden. What’s up?” The background of the phone call sounds like the usual pure chaos whenever I visit their house, and Ness says, “Shhh. It’s okay, baby.” My niece’s voice comes through quietly before Ness says, “Uncle Hayden’s on the phone.”

“Tío Hayden!” Carmelita calls out.

“Want to switch to a video call?” I ask with a laugh.

“Sure.”

When she does, I can see her bouncing my youngest nephew on her knee. He fusses, and she kisses his head before my niece’s face takes up the whole screen.

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