Page 82 of Hayden's Stalker

“I have a concert to perform, and I’m suddenly very excited to do that, but not as excited as I am to have a bath in my tour bus tonight as a single man.”

“You’re not very nice, Hayden Vega,” she says in a stern tone.

I turn back to her and bend down to press my lips to her ear. Her floral scent hits me, and I can envisage her naked beneath me as she moans in pleasure.

“I can beverynice when I want to be. If you want me to be nice to you, just ask.”

I straighten up as she shudders and shakes her head, causing a shot of arousal to go straight to my cock. “No, I don’t think I will. You behave yourself, because I need to focus for the next few hours, at least.”

“Fine.” I hold my hands up to show her I’m conceding. “I’ll be a good boy…for now.”

When it’s time for the concert, Tati leads me to the stage, with Jesse following behind. My heart pounds, and the energy in the room is something I can feel as though it’s a physical thing I can touch.

I take my place behind my drum kit and glance around to watch Tati take her place behind me. I give her a smile as she stands far enough away from me not to be seen by the crowd or injured by any of the pyrotechnics during the show, but she’ll be close enough to handle any situation that might arise. Jesse will be down in the Pit during the concert, and I know that I’m as safe as I can be.

The guys are in front of me, Harrison’s to my left, Gabriel’s in front of me, and Seb’s at the right of the stage. He starts playing to riff for “Hurts Like Hell” and pyrotechnics go off around him as his podium is lit up by a spotlight.

I count the beats in my head, ready for my cue, and when I start playing, the pyro goes off around me, loud and hot and bright as my own spotlight shines down on me. I grin at the crowd as they cheer for me, thrilled to perform for everyone and share my music with them.

Harrison comes in with his bass and his own pyrotechnics and spotlight, then the same happens when Gabriel starts singing the song. It’s one of our biggest hits, and the crowd sings along with us.

I lose myself in the joy of performing, and the world becomes reduced to me, the music, the guys, and the crowd we’re singing for. The only times I’m pulled out of my zone are when I move to the front of the stage and sing during my solo and the acoustic portion of our concert. Jesse’s presence in the Pit is a reminder to me that I have a stalker. I perform those sections of the concert with my stomach churning and my mind in turmoil, but as soon as I’m safely back behind my drum kit with Tati nearby, I feel better.

By the time the show ends, and I walk offstage, I feel like I’m flying. My adrenaline is pumping the way it always is after a show, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face.

“Fuck, that was good,” I tell my friends as we head backstage.

“I’ve missed touring,” Harrison says as Heather walks up to him, and he puts his arm around her waist.

“I know the fans have missedmetouring,” Sebastian says with a smirk.

“Yes, darling.Youare definitely the only person anyone came to see tonight,” Heather laughs.

“I’m glad you can acknowledge that, lover,” he grins back at her, then looks around the backstage area. “I don’t see Lita or Ariana.”

“They’re probably with Mira somewhere. Let’s go look for them,” Gabriel suggests.

They walk away, and Heather says, “You guys were really awesome. I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

“I’ll miss you, too, angel,” Harrison says and kisses her quickly.

“I’ll miss you as well, but probably not the same way as Harrison,” I say with a laugh.

Heather hugs me and says, “I’ll miss you, too, darling.” She pulls back and gives me a serious look. “Stay safe, okay?”

My stomach turns, and I nod. “I will.” I glance over at Tati and Jesse, who are having a conversation nearby, but I can tell Tati is still on alert as she always is. “I’ve got the best security I can get.”

“I know, but I worry about you anyway,” she says with a frown.

Our conversation is cut off when a few of the roadies congratulate us on the show, and we talk to them for a few minutes before we disband to go our separate ways.

I turn to Tati and tell her, “Well, let’s get our stuff from the dressing room and hit the bus. I’m wrecked.”

“Of course.” she nods.

I follow her to my dressing room, and Jesse stays outside as usual while I follow her into the room. It’s full of the usual gifts from an opening night, but Tati’s entire body stiffens, and she spins to face me with a frown on her face.

“Who brought these in here?” she asks.

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