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  Drayton was aware he was taking a risk with the charity gig they were supporting Dirty Riches on, but like Luke had said, it was too late and too expensive to get a replacement and once they’d done the gig, anything Luke did or didn’t do to try and halt their rise to stardom would be pointless. By then the world would have seen how fucking epic Alchemy Dream actually were and there’d be no stopping them.

  “I really think I should eat something,” Gigi said, unsteadily placing her glass on the table.

  Drayton leaned forward and picked it up, passing it back to her. “Ah come on, you don’t want me to drink alone, do you?”

  Feeling a little unsure, but not wanting to disappoint Drayton, Gigi took the fluted glass from him and knocked half of it back.

  “Good girl,” Drayton said, his lips in a thin line. “And I tell you what, we’ll grab room service, it’ll be much better being able to chat privately over lunch than here.” He waved his hand around the bar. “With everyone watching us.”

  Gigi nodded but even she was sober enough to realise that no one was at all interested in them. While it felt a little like betrayal to Drayton to even think it, she was pretty sure she was more famous than he was.

  “Come on, drink up,” Drayton said, pushing the base of Gigi’s glass upward.

  Wanting to please him, Gigi did just that and didn’t say anything when he ordered another bottle.

  Drayton opened the door to his room and felt a shiver of anticipation throughout his body as he stood aside to let Gigi in. He watched the sway of her pert backside in her tight jeans and thought about how he’d like to take that as well as her virginal pussy. Her hair was almost to her waist and images of grabbing it as he took away her innocence made his dick hard, because as far as he was concerned, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. She wanted to lose her virginity to him, and she was legal, he’d only loosened her up with champagne, which he was most definitely going to claim on expenses.

  As Drayton closed the door behind them, Gigi looked around the room. She wasn’t looking in awe, because although it made her sound like a spoiled brat, she’d stayed in much more luxurious ones with her family. No, Gigi was looking for the room service menu. She was starving and still alert enough to know she had to get some food inside of her stomach, otherwise there was a danger she’d puke and that would be too embarrassing.

  “Take a seat,” Drayton whispered in her ear.

  He was behind her, his chest pushed against her back, a hand firmly on her hip bone. Gigi jumped a little, not expecting him to be so close, but also surprised at how she wasn’t relishing in his touch as she’d always thought she would.

  She took a step forward, trying to distance herself, but Drayton’s hand remained firm and he followed her.

  “Can we get something to eat,” Gigi blurted out, turning her body toward Drayton.

  Drayton’s hand on her hip moved across her stomach, his finger pushing under her shirt and dragging across the soft skin above the waistband of her jeans. He then grabbed her other hip a little harder than before.

  “How about we build up an even bigger appetite first.”

  Gigi swallowed as her heart started to thump in her chest. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected to feel if she’d been lucky enough to be in this position with Drayton, but fear wasn’t one of them. His voice was too low, his grip too hard and his arm across her stomach was too tight.

  “I…I think I’d like a burger,” Gigi replied, trying to pull out of his grasp. “I’m starving.”

  Drayton let out an exasperated breath but didn’t loosen his hold on her.

  “Come on Gee, you’ve been begging for this for ages. Trying to get my attention, flirting with me. Well, you’ve got me now, all to yourself in a room with a bed, so why fucking waste time on eating.”

  His words had an edge to them and gone was the charismatic, charming Drayton Carmichael and in his place was a man who was hard and harsh and smelled of booze.

  “Drayton, I—”

  “No,” he snapped and pulled her closer making sure she could feel how hard his dick was. “I don’t want to hear how you’re not ready, or that you’ve made a mistake. We’re doing this, you’ve been fucking begging for it for weeks. You know you want to.”

  Gigi’s breathing started to get faster as fear sprinted through her body. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to care about her and understand that she’d changed her mind and that she wasn’t as grown-up or as sure as she’d thought she’d been. He was supposed to be the Drayton Carmichael that she’d had a crush on for ages, but he wasn’t, he was nothing like the man she’d imagined him to be.

  Trying to pull away, Gigi’s eyes looked around the room again, this time looking for something that might help her – maybe something she could hit him with, but there was nothing. The only thing she spotted was the bathroom door, maybe if she could get to that, she could lock herself in and call Rocco, but it was near the door to the room and Drayton was closer to it so would no doubt catch her before she even went one step.

  “Please, Drayton,” she whispered. “I’m really not feeling well, I think I might be sick. Can I just go to the bathroom first?”

  Drayton’s laughter was cold and harsh as his arm tightened around her waist.

  “What, so you can lock yourself in and call Daddy to come and rescue you from big, bad Drayton? No,” he snapped. “I’m not getting thrown off the gig because you suddenly get cold feet and Luke thinks I was going to rape you or something.”

  Realising he was playing it all wrong, and he needed to make her feel secure around him, Drayton moved his mouth to Gigi’s ear.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just I’m so fucking hot for you Gee, I couldn’t stand it if you said no. I get that you might be a little nervous, but I swear I’ll make it really good for you.”

  Pulling Gigi’s hair to one side, Drayton kissed her neck softly, his lips whispering against her skin. When Gigi let out a little moan of pleasure, Drayton knew he was back on track.

  Chapter 18

  Rocco was enjoying a little snooze in one of the unused studios when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

  “Fuck off,” he groaned, hoping it wasn’t his papa checking up on him.

  Luke had already called three times adding to the list of things that he wanted Rocco to do while he and the rest of the band were away for the day doing interviews, and Rocco didn’t want or need anything more adding to it. He’d already cleaned out the store cupboards in four studios and done an inventory, as well as tuning five of his Uncle Jake and Uncle Tom’s guitars. He had a feeling they were struggling to find jobs for him but were determined he wouldn’t stand idle all day.

  When his phone buzzed with another text, he thought he’d better check before Luke actually called him. The name on the screen brought a smile to his face and he eagerly opened up the text. His thoughts that maybe he could be persuaded to pick things up with Maddy again were destroyed when he read the message.

  Maddy: I think you should know. I’ve just seen Drayton come into our hotel with your sister. They’ve gone upstairs.

  Rocco’s heart thumped erratically as he looked at the words on the screen. Drayton Carmichael was known for not only having lots of women, but also for liking rough sex and it was common knowledge in the industry he’d paid one girl off who’d ended up with a black eye and broken rib. Pushing up from the plush leather producer’s chair, Rocco pressed to look at the other message he’d received. It was also from Maddy and made his throat go dry.

  Maddy: You really should get here. I followed them up and heard him shouting. Don’t think he’s one to take no for an answer. He’s in room 301.

  Quickly Rocco typed out a text.

  Rocco: Thanks Mads, appreciate the heads up. Please let your brother know, if that fucker has touched my sister, you’re gonna need a new singer cos Carmichael’s balls will be lodged firmly down his throat. Seriously, you should warn him cos when my papa finds ou
t the band is likely to get thrown off the gig.

  As Rocco ran down the corridor, his phone went, and he was pretty sure it would be Maddy as he answered it without looking.

  “Yeah.”

  “You really need to tell your dad?” Maddy asked.

  “Sorry, Mads, but yeah. Especially if he’s touched her against her will. Don’t tell me you’d be okay with him getting away with it.”

  “God no,” she sighed. “But Max and the guys have worked hard for this.”

  “Yeah, well I’m sorry about that,” Rocco said breathing heavily as he ran into reception. “Maybe they should have made better choices. Where is Max, can he go to the room, it’s gonna take me at least five minutes to run there?”

  “He’s at some football museum with the rest of the band. I’ve been shopping and spotted Drayton and your sister when I came back in. I’m outside Drayton’s door now.”

  Rocco’s heart missed a beat. “Can you hear anything?”

  There was silence for a few seconds and then Maddy was back on the line. “Shit, you need to hurry, Rocco, I think she might be crying, I can’t really tell.” Rocco heard a thudding noise, followed by Maddy shouting, “Drayton open the fuck up. I know you’re in there.” There was more thudding as Maddy banged on the door again. “Drayton.”

  “Mads, I’m two minutes away,” Rocco gasped as he ran into the street of the hotel where he’d managed to sneak away to one lunchtime to have sex with Maddy—bathroom sex was getting seriously uncomfortable, so he’d taken the risk when on the sandwich run.

  “He’s definitely in there,” Maddy hissed and began thumping on the door again.

  “Okay, I’m here now, I’m gonna see if I can get someone to open it up. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

  Rocco ended the call and skidded to a halt in front of the long mahogany and brass reception desk. The woman behind it gave Rocco a friendly smile as she moved away from some paperwork she was doing and approached him.

  “Afternoon sir, and how can I help you.”

  Rocco was breathing heavily from running, but still managed his knicker dropping smile which he’d learned from his papa and his uncles.

  “Hi,” he leaned forward and read her name badge. “Lynsey, or do you prefer Miss Pratt?”

  Lynsey smiled and shook her head. “Lynsey is fine.”

  “Well, hi Lynsey, I hope you can. I need to get into Drayton Carmichael’s room, 301.”

  “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t just let you in there.”

  “I appreciate that,” Rocco replied. “But he has my sister in there and I’m pretty sure he’s going to force her to do something she’ll either regret or doesn’t want to do and I’ve got to be honest, at this point I’m thinking the latter. So, unless you want me to call the police and maybe the press, I’d really, really appreciate it.”

  “How do you know your sister is up there?” Lynsey asked as she started to click away at her keyboard.

  “A worried friend called me. She’s waiting outside his room now and thinks she can hear crying.”

  Lynsey didn’t reply but kept clicking away. Finally, she looked up at Rocco. “I was just checking the CCTV and yes he did take someone up there with him.” She then moved to a room at the back of the reception and picked up a walkie talkie and spoke into it. Rocco couldn’t hear what was being said and didn’t actually care. He was desperate to get to Gigi.

  “Are you going to help me?” he called. “Or do I kick the door down.”

  Lynsey came back to the desk and pointed over his shoulder. “Mike will go up with you, he’s our security.”

  Mike approached them and took a key card which Lynsey was holding out to him.

  “Sir, if you’d like to come with me.”

  Before Mike even had a chance to take a step, Rocco was rushing past him toward the stairs and taking them two at a time.

  Gigi had never felt so scared in all her life. She’d thought that she was so grown up, leading Drayton on to believe she wanted to lose her virginity to him, but now he was on top of her and clawing at her clothes, she knew it was the worst mistake she’d ever made.

  She felt sick and her heart was beating way too fast, so fast it felt like it might push through her rib cage. Gigi opened her mouth to tell Drayton no, but nothing came out, and the more she struggled and pushed against him, the more he seemed to like it. When banging and shouting came from the other side of the door, Gigi felt momentary relief. She thought that Drayton was bound to stop but he didn’t. He carried on grabbing and kissing as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

  Gigi opened her mouth to scream but Drayton took his opportunity and pushed his tongue inside, demanding she kiss him back.

  “Please, help,” she finally managed to cry out when his mouth moved to suck on her neck as he pushed a hand up her top. She just hoped who was ever on the other side of the door heard her. “Help.”

  Drayton was unaware of anything other than getting what he wanted from Gigi. He’d show Luke Mahoney that he couldn’t order him around. A red mist of anger engulfed him as he breathed deeply against Gigi’s skin and using his knee forced her legs apart.

  Bile rose in Gigi’s throat and she wished that she could be sick, because maybe then Drayton stop, but it stayed there making her feel worse. Then, her fear peaked when the banging on the door ceased

  “You enjoying this?” Drayton asked, pulling Gigi’s top down to expose her shoulder. “Is this what you wanted?” He didn’t wait for an answer but bit at her skin and squeezed her bicep hard.

  “No, please, no.”

  Tears fell to Gigi’s cheeks and her chest started to heave as Drayton’s hand, which was up her top, moved to her boob and started to squeeze and claw at it. His nails were long and the sting of them scratching her made Gigi call out.

  “I don’t want to do this,” she protested, pushing her legs up the bed and trying to get some purchase to push herself up.

  “You know you do, so just relax and enjoy it.”

  When Drayton’s hand then moved to the waistband of her jeans, Gigi managed to scream out, her hand moved to his head and she pulled his hair. Hoping that it would at least shock him into stopping, Gigi kept pulling and pulling, but Drayton carried on and managed to get the button of her jeans undone.

  She scratched at his face, feeling his skin beneath her nails, but nothing was stopping him.

  “You’re going to love this so fucking much.”

  Gigi began to sob as she kicked, pushed and scratched at him. When Drayton’s body suddenly disappeared, she thought he’d come to his senses. Pushing up the bed and scrambling back against the headboard, it was then that Gigi saw Rocco and he had Drayton by the scruff of his sweat top.

  As soon as he’d barged past Mike, into the room, Rocco saw that his sister was definitely not in agreement with what the piece of scum was doing to her. Anyone could see she didn’t want it; she was kicking and grabbing at Carmichael and although you could barely hear it through her sobs, the word ‘no’ was most definitely in there.

  Pulling Carmichael to face him, Rocco pulled back his arm and with the greatest satisfaction of his life, punched him square on the jaw. Drayton remained standing, but only because Rocco was holding him up. He swayed and sagged as Rocco landed another punch, this time right on his nose. The skin burst and blood splattered everywhere, there was a distinct crunching sound.

  Rocco let go of Drayton, as he dropped to the floor, Rocco rushed to his sister’s side.

  “You okay?” he asked, pulling her into his arms.

  “Rocco, I was so scared.”

  Gigi’s sobs wracked through him as he held her tight and whispered that everything would be okay.

  “Rocco.” Maddy’s voice inched its way through his anger as he comforted his sister. “Rocco, do you want them to call the police?” she asked.

  Rocco looked at Maddy’s pale face and then at Mike the security guard, who was down on the floor with one knee on Drayton’s back.

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p; “Too right I fucking do.”

  Gigi gasped and tried to pull away from him. “No, no, please don’t. Papa will find out and he’ll be so angry.”

  “Yeah, at him,” Rocco spat. “Not you. We have to tell the police, Gee, he can’t get away with it.”

  “He didn’t manage anything,” Gigi sobbed, desperately not wanting to go through the ordeal of having to explain everything to the police.

  “But he might have, if I hadn’t turned up.”

  “Please, Rocco, no.” Gigi clung to him, gripping his biceps tightly.

  Rocco shifted further up the bed, taking his sister with him, and then turned toward Mike and Maddy. “Don’t call the police.” He glanced down at his sister. “Yet.”

  Mike nodded. “I’ll take him downstairs until you decide.”

  “Thanks.” Rocco sighed. “Mads, can you sit with Gigi while I call my papa?”

  Maddy nodded but as Rocco pulled away from her, Gigi clung on tight.

  “Sis, Mads is going to stay with you,” he whispered against her hair. “I just need to call Papa.”

  Gigi whimpered. “Please don’t. He’ll make you call the police, or he will. Don’t, Rocco,” she begged.

  Rocco knew however that he had to do the right thing and gently extracted himself from her arms. As he swapped places with Maddy, Mike was on his walkie talkie talking to someone, Lynsey, Rocco assumed, to tell her what happened. He stepped over Drayton’s legs, who was now struggling against Mike’s one handed iron grip and went out into the corridor, dialling his papa’s number.

  “Hey Rocco, what’s up?” Luke asked brightly as he answered. “You need some more jobs to do?”

  Rocco sighed heavily and hung his hand off the back of his neck.

  “Papa, how soon can you get home?”

  Chapter 19

  “Mum, when will Papa be home?” Gigi asked as Martha held her close and stroked her hair. “Soon baby, soon.”