Oblivion on Tour #1
Ash and Eve were high school sweethearts who were very much in love. But fate intervened and they were torn apart when Ash got an opportunity of a lifetime to become part of an up-and-coming hard rock band called Oblivion. He went away on tour and the band ultimately became very successful. Eve stayed back at college to make the most of her scholarship and complete her business studies degree. They tried to make their relationship work long-distance, but were unsuccessful, leaving them both devastated and heart broken. Neither of them ever got over each other.
Seven years later they have a surprise chance meeting, neither of them can deny the strong pull they still have towards each other so they decide to try and rekindle their relationship. This is a story about the fun times that Ash and Eve have rediscovering each other, but it’s also about the struggles and challenges of them trying to merge two very different lives. Will they be able to make it work this time or will history repeat itself and tear them apart again?
Warning: This story contains hot rock stars, sizzling encounters and wonderful surprises!
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(When Ash and Eve first see each other again after seven years of being apart)
It’s a little after 2am and there’s a knock at my office door. Jim, our Manager of Hotel Security pokes his head inside. He has a cheeky smirk on his face as he tells me that we’ve had people complaining about the racket our penthouse guests are making. He knows that telling-off noisy guests is not a favorite part of my job, but Oblivion, the rock group that’s occupying our entire penthouse floor has a reputation for causing trouble, so we need to get up there and sort it out pronto before the problem escalates.
I quickly touch up my lip gloss, tidy my hair, straighten my suit and then follow Jim across the hotel lobby to the elevators. I feel a shiver of dread course through me, my heart starts to beat ridiculously fast and I can feel the blood rushing to my head. I shouldn’t be so nervous, I’ve had plenty of experience telling guests to keep the noise down. But the reason why my nerves are on high alert has nothing to do with telling-off guests and everything to do with the fact that that I thought I would never come face-to-face with ‘him’ ever again. As the elevator slowly moves up to the 23rd floor, I go through the same old memory that I’ve replayed in my mind maybe a million times over the past seven years. The one where Ash Miller, my old high school sweetheart and the sexy lead guitarist of the heavy rock group Oblivion, broke my heart. My tummy’s in knots so I take a few deep breathes to try to calm myself down. He will never remember or recognize me anyway, so I’m pretty sure I’m panicking over nothing.
As the elevator gets close to the penthouse floor, I can already hear the music and partying. The doors open and there’s heavy music blaring, empty bottles everywhere and crowds of people hanging around in the smoky haze of the hallway or in the open rooms. The majority of the crowd are very scantily clad women or black-clothed men that look like they’ve come straight out of a heavy metal music video! We ask where the person in charge is and are directed to the main penthouse suite. Jim and I push our way through the throng of people to make our way down the hallway.
We walk inside and as we pass one of the bedrooms I glance inside. I gasp, there’s a couple of close-to-naked girls making out enthusiastically on the king size bed, three guys are watching them intently while casually sipping their beers. The girls are putting on quite a show – they obviously have no shame! I’m no prude, but I’m so far out of my comfort zone it’s not funny.
We head towards the lounge area which comprises of a couple of leather couches and a few comfy chairs that are pulled around a low coffee table. A few guitars are propped up around the place and there are lots of bottles and glasses scattered everywhere. Five guys are lounging around relaxing and enjoying their drinks. I recognize them all as being members of Oblivion. Some of them have girls perched on their knees who are nibbling on their necks and stroking their thighs suggestively.
Jim clears his throat and in his deep voice booms, “Who’s in charge around here?” All five heads snap up and their eyes are suddenly entirely focused on us. “He is!” they all say in unison as they each point to one another. They start snickering, thinking that they’re being funny.
Jim and I take a few steps closer. “I’m Jim Matterson, Hotel Security, and this is Eve Hanson, she’s the Night Manager. We’ve had a few complaints from other guests about the noi…”
Before Jim finishes his sentence, one of the five abruptly stands, scuttling the scantily clad floosy that had been on his lap onto her ass on the floor. This makes the other four laugh riotously as the girl snarls and skulks off towards the kitchen. The offender isn’t laughing though, he’s blatantly glaring straight at me. Those familiar sapphire blue eyes feel like they’re burning directly into my soul. The air crackles with electricity between us. I suddenly feel very hot and flustered! My traitorous body betrays me as it instantly remembers and reacts to the sexy rock god who’s attention is now solely fixated on me. I can feel my nipples hardening and I hope like hell my suit jacket is concealing my reaction. I squeeze my thighs together to try and alleviate the throbbing in my panties. It’s been seven years but the attraction is still instant and immense. His eyes are burning with desire, or is it shock? Time stands still as we blatantly assess each other. Gradually the laughter from the other band members dissipates. Then Ash takes a determined step towards me and declares, “That’s not Eve, that’s my fucking Angel!” My stomach plummets. He does recognize me.
“What the hell man, you’re not that drunk.” one of the other guys says as he stands and pushes Ash back down onto the couch. The guy sitting next to Ash slaps him up the back of his head and scowls at him. I recognize the guy that pushed Ash down as Scott, the lead singer. Scott looks at me apologetically, “Sorry Eve, whenever Ash gets drunk, he thinks every pretty brunette is his old high school sweetheart.”
Ash clumsily struggles to stand up again as he protests, “No shit man, this is my Angel, I’m telling you.”
“Sit back down you jackass.” Scott says as he roughly pushes Ash back down into his seat again.
Jim takes a menacing step forward. “Look, just keep the volume down okay or we’ll have to kick you out.”
“Yeah, as if.” one of the other guys mumbles.
“Please guys, just keep it down.” I plead. My head is reeling. Ash recognizes me. Shit, Shit, Shit!
Scott looks at me with sincerity in his eyes. “We’ll turn the volume down, no problem Eve.” He emphasizes my name and scowls at Ash. “Look sorry about Ash’s little outburst, as I said, when he’s drunk, he thinks every pretty brunette is his long lost love.” He rakes his eyes over me suggestively and tilts his head, “… and you’re brunette…and you’re definitely very pretty.”
“That’s okay.” I say shrugging my shoulders while trying to give the impression of being much more calm and collected than I feel. “Besides, my full name is Evangeline, everyone calls me Eve, but band boy there always did call me Angel.”