This is my new story. I hope you like it as well. I'll try to update as much as I can. I wouldn't want for you to wait! Enjoy!


Chapter 1

Being a famous rock star has its ups and downs. Talking about me definitely has its ups. I am not sallow or anything. I'm just saying. I love to be adored. As my friends back in high school said 'I'm self absorb'. Come on.. It's not my fault. I'm a famous rock star, hot as hell, with a lot of money and nothing to care. It's not my fault that every girl has probably a crush on me and it's not my fault that I love them very much. But that's me in the outside world. When I am all alone I can't stop thinking that I do not have someone to care. I don't have someone to love me for who I am.

Rita Hayworth once said "They sleep with Gilda and not me". Gilda was her big role at the cinema. I don't compare myself with Rita Hayworth of course, but I do believe that when I sleep with someone they sleep with me only because it's the myth who they crave. The rock star. They don't sleep with the real me. That's why I don't attach with people much. I don't do relationships and beside Aiden, my high school best friend, and my sister Kyla I have no one.

I chose this path. I chose to be alone. Do drugs, drink alcohol, having sex with a different person every night. I just want to forget and if they don't mind then I don't mind too. Don't forget that I am unbreakable. I am the famous rock star. I am Ashley fucking Davies.

I am on road months now. I had this Europe tour that my manager wanted me to. I haven't seen my sister for a year and a half and last time I talked with her was 5 months ago. Great sister I know. But I had other things to consider than that. But I missed my home. California. I missed the beach and the sun. Thank God this tour is coming to its end and I'll go back to my place. To my sanity. If they let me. And that's because when I come back my record company want me to release a new album that means that I have to write new songs and right now I juts want to sit down and do nothing. It's my every day fight with Ian. My manager.

"Ashley, not again. I told you before. Sony wants.." I stopped him because I knew what he would say. Blah blah blah..

"I know Ian. Don't. not again. I am so tired from all this."

"Ashley, you have a contract. You can't take it back. When we will be back you'll have to write some new songs. Your last album was a big success. All loved it."

"I know Ian. That's why you made me go to this tour obviously"

"Ashley, some times I can't figure you out. Really. Aren't you happy from your success?"

"Yeah yeah"

"I am serious. Aren't you?" am i? am I happy? I won't tell him that I am not. Remember that I am Ashley fucking Davies

"Of course I am Ian. Why wouldn't be? I have everything"

"That's what I mean Ashley. You have everything." No. I have nothing. I don't need the money to make me happy, or the big success. I want someone to share this things. But I don't do relationships. Yes. That's why I can't share this things with no one. Because I haven't find yet the one to share my life with.

"Tonight you can rest. Tomorrow is your last gig in France and then we can go back to California. Do whatever you like but don't stay up to late. I'll have a limo to take you from your hotel at 16.00. Ok?"

"Ok."

We were back to my hotel after a long trip. I just wanted to get rested but my thoughts didn't leave me. I needed to get out. Do something, or someone. I just wanted to let the energy I had inside go. I asked the reception were I could go to have a drink. Simple as that. I didn't get there with my limo or my bodyguards. Tonight I just wanted to be me. Just Ashley. Not the rock star Ashley.

A few meters away from my hotel was a club named Dekko. From what I heard it was a famous club here in Paris. I tried to pass as much invisible as possible. I sat down on a booth away from all the curious eyes. When I will want to make a move I will. For now I just want to drink.

As I am lost watching everyone to the dance hall I see a girl reaching my booth. I could see her checking me out for an hour or so. She wasn't bad at all. Brunette, with a killer body and green eyes.

"Excusez-moi?"

"Je ne parle pas de français. Je suis l'américain" I say in my French tone. Not that I can speak French but I know one or two phrases

"It's ok."

"You speak English?"

"Yes. I thought you were French though. That's why I talked to you in French" hello.. Does she know who I am? That's a new one.

"No, I am not. Do I look like French to you?"

"Well, you certainly look gorgeous"

"Same to you"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I am ok. Thank you"

"Pleaase.. one drink. I promise"

"Ok I suppose"

We sat in my booth talking for a while. I learned that she was a student studying here. She was from the States, Denver. Too cold for me but great if you wanna ski or something. Her name was Jessica and she was 23 years old. The strange thing in all this is not once she asked me if I was the Ashley Davies. I didn't tell her though. For once I wanted someone to like me because of me.

"So, Ashley. What you are doing here? So far away from home?" do I tell her what am I doing or not?

"Well, I am here for a business trip." It's not a complete lie.

"Nice. So do you like it here?"

"It's ok I think. I didn't have the time to check what Paris can offer"

"Too bad. Paris is the city of love" love? What a strange word..

"If you say so."

"Do you want to show you?" she is so kind, and so hot.. And I do believe that she wants me. So why not..

"Ok."

We took a walk near the river Seine. It wasn't chilly as it was summer. Actually it was perfect. If you had someone to care for it would be perfect.

"Ashley?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to come to my place? It's near. We could have another drink"

"Show me the way beautiful.."

I knew were this was going. I was ready to have sex with a random girl in her house. Not strange. I've done it before. But I was on my ground terms.

When we reached her door she took me inside immediately. She started kissing me the moment we got in. Tearing apart the buttons of my shirt and cupping my breasts. She was moving very fast. I liked it. She reminded of myself. And I didn't care. I was going to have sex. That was what it mattered.

"I wanted to kiss you the moment I lay my eyes on you?"

"Don't talk"

I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to get laid.

We had sex to her floor. Yes. How strange. We were so hot for each other that we didn't take our time. She wanted me as much I wanted her. Not her as a person. Her as a fuck. Yes, welcome back Ashley fucking Davies.

When we finished I stood up to take my clothes and leave when she stopped me kind confused.

"Ashley? Were are you going?"

"I'm leaving."

"But why?"

"Jessica.. it was a great night and thank you"

"Please stay. Why are you leaving?"

"Because"

In a moment I saw her confused. From a moment she changed..

"Ash-ley? As Ashley Davies? Oh my God" I knew it. But why she had to recognize me now?

"Excuse me?"

"You are HER. You are Ashley Davies"

"Well.."

"I didn't recognize you at first. I knew you looked familiar but oh my God. You are her. I slept with Ashley Davies"

"Yeah, ok. I'm leaving."

"Noooo. Wait. Can you please sign.. wait where is it? Ahhh… never mind. Can you sign my underwear?"

I hate my life. I really do. Sometimes I want everything to stop.

I signed her 'underwear' and I took the exit as faster as I could. Let me tell you this. I won't fuck any girl for a year. Nooo… I couldn't. Maybe a month. I won't let my eyes check any girl. That's enough.

The next day came and the limo was down at 16.00 like Ian told me yesterday. I had to be earlier there for the rehearsals. The show would begin at 20.00 and then we would leave. Paris was ok, but I wanted to just go back.

"Well, thank you Paris for being here. I had a great time. I hope you liked the show. I'll see you again. Bye guys."

It was a great show indeed. A great finale to this fiasco.

"Ashley it was perfect. They still cry your name. You were amazing"

"Yeah, thank you Ian. When are we leaving?"

"The flight was canceled and I booked a flight for tomorrow. Sorry Ashley"

"Ian, what the fuck. I was prepared to leave today. Now I have to wait till tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry Ashley. I can't do anything about it. But you can have a bath and rest. The flight is tomorrow on 10.00"

I was so pissssed right now. But I suppose I could wait for some hours. I could take a babble bath a forget anything.

I was getting out of my limo and waiting for Ian to get out. I had my glasses on. Yeah, a rock star as I am couldn't stay away from wearing her glasses at night. But although wearing them and although I remember making a promise of not check out a girl again I couldn't look away from a gorgeous blond in the reception. I could see her back and little of her profile. When I saw her I felt something inside. Like something pinched me. I was walking slowly so I could hear her voice or what they were saying.

"Ok. Mrs Carlin. They will be up in a few"

"Thank you"

That what I caught. Her last name. Carlin. The gorgeous blond last name was Carlin. I was now there looking some postcards the hotel had trying to take look on her. When she turned her face we looked each other for a moment and she left. She had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. It was like I was seeing an angel. I think my heart stopped. What is it that they call it here? 'Love at first sight'.

Before I remember again who I was she was gone. When she left? I was so in my world that I didn't catch her. May I could ask the reception.

"Excuse me? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course Ms Davies"

"The woman that was here a minute ago, could you please tell me her name or her room?"

"I'm sorry Ms Davies but I can't give you that kind of information."

"You don't know who I am?"

"Of course I do Ms Davies, but I can't help you on this"

Fuck. So now? What am I doing? Try to knock every fucking door of this hotel? Stalker much? Yes you are

Besides I don't know if she is gay or something. Probably she is straight. She is fucking straight and I want to see her again. Maybe if I can stay down here and wait for her.. No..

I didn't stay down waiting for her to come. I didn't knock each and every room of this hotel. I just went to my room and dreamt of her. At least now I know that I am not the hurtless bitch everyone tells me that I am. I think I fall in love with someone that I only know her last name. And I don't know if I ever see again…

TBC

Next chapter… Any thoughts? Oh , I have some.. Wait till tomorrow. If you liked this first chapter please review. I wanna know what you think..

R&R

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