In Bed with the Devil: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Have you been to Nashville?” I asked him.

  “Baby,” he went. “We can live in Memphis, it’s fine. I said we could live anywhere in the world.”

  “I don’t want to live in Memphis anymore,” I said. “I want to live in Nashville. Memphis was a good starting place, and there’s a good scene. But Nashville does breed more music stars and talent. Plus, it’s a lot prettier there.”

  “Yeah, it is,” he agreed.

  “And, it’s a brand new place for us to explore together,” I said. “I couldn’t enjoy myself nearly as much when I first got to Memphis because you weren’t there. I want to go somewhere new with you. We can plant our flag somewhere.”

  “I’m really okay with moving to Memphis, darling one,” he said. “I promise, I won’t resent you, or have any—I don’t know—”

  “No, I’m moving to Nashville,” I said. “You can come with me or not. It’s up to you, Georgia boy.”

  “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Tennessee Sweet,” he replied. “I’m going where you go. I’ll put in my two weeks with Mel when I go to work on Monday.”

  “Really?”

  “I’m not ever leaving you again, Bailey Wright.”

  He kissed my hand, massaging it with his thumb.

  “You’re quitting Mel’s,” I said. “What would happen after that?”

  “You’ll figure out what you want to do about record labels and how you want to release your music,” he said. “We’ll both write songs during the two weeks I’m finishing my work at Mel’s, and then we’ll play our songs together and collaborate them and mix them into our duet album.”

  “Wow, it sounds like you have a plan.”

  “Of course, I do,” he said. “I’m ready, baby girl.”

  “Okay, we’ll write for two weeks,” I agreed. “We’ll write about how we feel about each other.”

  “I could write many albums that solely focus on my love for you,” he said with intensity. “What genre should I shoot for?”

  “Write whatever feels right to you.”

  “We’ll play for each other, mix some of our songs together, harmonize on a few, remix a few—you name it,” he said. “Then, we can record the songs after you release your next album. We don’t want to take away any of the thunder from that release.”

  “Or, maybe we’ll write for two weeks, then record for two weeks,” I proposed. “I never made any preliminary deals with the record label for a duo album. We could release our album in a month independently and see how we fare.”

  “If we don’t do well, we’ll hit that label up,” said Darren. “If we blow up, we blow up. You have yourself a deal, Bailey Wright.”

  He kissed my hand again. For the first time in a long while, I was able to drift off to sleep faster than usual.

  I finally felt complete.

  Chapter 37

  Darren

  It was 12:33 in the middle of the night. Bailey and I were panting; out of breath from the consistent, continuous bouts of singing and playing we’d done for thirteen hours straight. We beamed, both coated in sweat, both excited. We were both aware that we had just finished recording our debut duet album.

  “We did it,” Bailey said joyfully.

  “And, we finished in a month,” I said. “Right on schedule.”

  We put our instruments down and began vigorously making out. We’d been turning each other on throughout the entire recording process, but we swore to never lose control and forget about the music in the heat of a moment. Since our final track was recorded, and all we had to do was edit it, we each felt accomplished.

  We weren’t able to kiss and touch each other for long. We had a chaperone.

  “Hey now!” said Leah over the studio’s intercom. “Knock it off, kids! Get a room! Don’t make me get the hose.”

  We separated, chuckling at Leah’s interference. We both sat down on the floor, exhausted and spent from the nonstop, daily work we’d been putting into quickly and efficiently recording our first musical series together. I felt like if I’d laid down, I could have fallen asleep.

  Leah came dancing her way into the recording booth.

  “You guys sounded out of this fucking world!” Leah cheered. “You both are so good together. It isn’t even chemistry—it’s perfection!”

  “Wow.” I laughed.

  “Yeah, no need to kiss our butts,” Bailey quipped. “You’re our manager, not our fan club.”

  “Whatever, you both sounded incredible,” she reiterated. “Darren, the girls are going to hate that you’re with Bailey.”

  “I’ll live with it,” I said, smiling at my blushing Bailey, my muse.

  “So, we’re celebrating tonight, right?” Leah asked. “Champagne, drinks and dancing downtown?”

  “I would love to party with you ladies tonight,” I interjected. “But, I have some stuff I need to take care of back in Rome, so I gotta bounce.”

  “What things do you need to do?” Bailey asked perplexed.

  I decided to keep fibbing a little longer. “Not much, just some usual kind of things. I’ve been here in Memphis for two weeks.”

  “What, you need to cut the grass or something?” Leah asked.

  “Baby, if you’re homesick, you can tell me,” Bailey said to me. “I’ll understand if you want to go back for a while. We’ll see each other again soon.”

  “That’s not it at all,” I assured. “I won’t even be gone for long, cross my heart.”

  “You’re not driving back this late, am I right?” said Leah. “Come on, places are still open for another, like, two hours! Let’s get some drinks! I’ve got champagne sitting on ice. Let’s sip some bubbly in an Uber downtown, and then let’s get fucked up and stoked about you guys finishing your first album!”

  The girls kept whooping and hollering, to my amusement. I checked my phone, seeing no missed calls or text messages.

  “I heard back from Bellringer earlier,” Leah told Bailey. “He’s agreed to sub-let the studio for the remainder of your contract here for the rate you’re paying monthly.”

  “Hell, yeah,” cheered Bailey.

  Bailey was on the lease for her Memphis studio space for another several months, but she and I were planning on moving to Nashville as soon as possible. So, the girls had been seeking out interested people and parties that could potentially rent the space for them, and the sublessees would pay for the rest of Bailey’s contract and spare her some money.

  Bailey’s only loose end keeping her tied to Memphis was her apartment, and she was in the process of getting out of that lease, as well. She was fast, and I was encouraging her not to stress out or hurry. Although we had missed six years’ worth of time to build and grow together, I didn’t think we needed to be hasty now that we were finally one.

  While the girls chatted about studio details, I stepped out into the front lobby of the building, where Bo was spread out on the couch, watching the TV mounted on the wall. He was just as drained and worn out as I was. I pet him, and he rested his head in my lap.

  Bailey eventually joined us, smiling at the sight of seeing Bo’s head on my lap.

  “He hasn’t moved that much today,” said Bailey, petting Bo’s ears.

  “Yeah, he’s been pretty lethargic these days,” I remarked.

  “I keep hoping one night he’ll come in the room and sleep in bed with us,” she said. “Are you sure he’s feeling well?”

  “Honestly, you know what I think it is,” I told her. “I think he misses the house. If you think about it, he’s lived most of his life at that house and knows that whole area better than any other place on Earth. I think he’s homesick. I’m not making that up as an excuse for me. I mean, I do miss it, but—”

  “I can tell Bo misses Rome,” said Bailey.

  “I just need some time back at the house,” I said vaguely. “You’re more than welcome to come with us if you’d like.”

  “We need to have the album finished and mastered!” she said urgently.r />
  “Yes, we do,” I agreed. “But, we can do that from our laptops. We can edit from anywhere. Trust me, missy, I’m not going to be gone for long.”

  “I want to go with you,” said Bailey. “I’d like to see my father’s house one more time before someone else lives in it.”

  I looked around for Bo’s leash, but it was fine with both of us that it was missing. We were quite comfortable snuggling.

  “So, have you come up with a name yet?” she asked me.

  I shrugged guiltily. “No. You?”

  “I have some ideas,” she replied.

  We were trying to come up with a title for our debut album, and nothing felt right. We wanted it to stand out, and not be named after any of the tracks we’d composed. We always went with our guts, but nothing was leaping out at us instinctively. With the wide array of songs we’d made, across a spectrum of genres, it was difficult to put any sort of label on it.

  “I know we’ll think of something,” I said. “So, would you be okay with going to Rome with me tomorrow? Could we leave first thing in the morning?”

  “If you’re okay with me sleeping some on the way there,” said Bailey. “I’m beat.”

  “Of course,” I said.

  She scooted closer to me, taking my hand that was resting on Bo’s back.

  “I hope you’re not stressing yourself out,” she said to me. “I don’t want you to rush to sell your house. It’s your house, and you don’t want to sell it to just anyone. I understand that, and I get that you miss it. Even when we move into our place in Nashville, you don’t have to have everything resolved back in Georgia. Or, maybe you want to keep it for a while, in case you change your mind about Tennessee or me.”

  “I want to be with you forever, Bailey,” I said, not caring if I sounded like a sap. “I’m not going to change my mind. And, you’re not stressing me out at all. I’m the opposite of stressed because I’m about to start my life with you.”

  “It’s just things are moving fast, and I don’t want you to get freaked out,” said Bailey. “I’m beyond grateful that you’ve done all that you have for me. You’re willing to leave your home, be with me, work for hours in a cramped little studio with me. You’re an amazing boyfriend.”

  “I’m doing this for us,” I corrected her. “Bailey, this past month has been the most fulfilling, unbelievable, fun time I’ve had in a long time.”

  “I know,” she agreed. “Part of me wanted to just keep recording, even though we’ve put down more than enough for a release.”

  “Two-disc, if we put out everything we recorded,” I said. “It’s crazy how all we’ve been doing for the last few weeks is music, eating and sleeping.”

  “And, passionate lovemaking,” she added with hungry eyes.

  “It’s been too long since we’ve had each other,” I said, growing excited at the thought.

  “Then, let’s get to bed, my love,” she said, kissing my cheek and Bo’s head.

  She walked back to the booth, and I continued my scan of the room, searching for Bo’s leash.

  As I searched, I received a text message from Garrett. We’d been texting back and forth.

  Yeah, a trailer would be cheaper. A van would probably be easier to drive.

  I texted back.

  Yes, but I think a trailer is the way to go. Do you think you have enough spare boxes for me to steal from you, or should I go get some tubs?

  Garrett texted back.

  I’ve got like twenty boxes on my porch. I think I still have some tubs you used when you moved the first time.

  That was great news! I texted him.

  Perfect, bring them all if you don’t mind me, please!

  Bailey didn’t know it, but I was closer to going to Nashville and moving in with her than she knew.

  Chapter 38

  Bailey

  Darren and I got on the road later than we’d planned, but we were both wiped out from the many days of constant rehearsals and recordings for the album. I was still quite laid back. It was a relaxing ride back down to Georgia. We listened to music, jamming the whole way.

  Early on during our drive, Darren said that he had a surprise for me when we got back to town. He gave no hints, no clues, and no indication as to what I had waiting for me, but I was highly curious and eager to find out what it was. Even as we sang songs in the car, I was trying to picture what the surprise might be.

  I was fully expecting to go for an extended period of time soon where I wouldn’t be with Darren and Bo. I could breathe easily, because I knew that we would all meet again soon after the absence, but it didn’t make imagining farewells any easier. I nearly cried every time I thought of getting on a plane alone, unsure of exactly when our lips would meet again in a soft, passionate kiss.

  Whenever I was near tears during the drive, Bo would always pick up on it. He would crawl up to the front of the car, nuzzle me with his big, furry head, and I would instantly feel better. The six hours on the road went quickly.

  I stood straight up in my seat to become more alert as we entered Rome. I wanted to get a good look at everything again. The sun was setting, and there weren’t as many cars on the road as usual.

  We passed by the many shops and restaurants that Darren and I had gone to as kids, teens, and adults. I loved looking back on old times, but I didn’t miss many of these places that contained fond memories. I couldn’t miss them; I couldn’t afford to.

  We passed by churches I’d been to many times, and places I’d gone to make out with boys. And, we passed the movie theater and bowling alley, two places I went often with my parents when I was much younger.

  Then, as my thoughts lingered on my parents, we drove up toward the cemetery.

  “Darren, can we go to the cemetery?” I asked. “Just for a few minutes?”

  “Bailey, of course we can.”

  He turned on his left turn signal, and without hesitation, he turned the Focus off the road and into the graveyard.

  I hadn’t spent much time with either of my parents since my father’s funeral. I don’t think I would have gone to the cemetery on my own, but I felt braver knowing that I had Darren there with me.

  He pulled up to the spot closest to my parents’ grave, parking and getting out to open my door for me.

  “Thank you, kind sir,” I said, taking his hand. Darren truly was the only gentleman I had in my life; and, I thanked the heavens every day that he was my man.

  We walked up to the grave together. I could see it from afar: “WRIGHT”

  “Oh, I don’t know now,” I said, clutching onto Darren’s wrist.

  “We don’t have to do this,” he told me. “They’re safe. They’re here. They’re at rest. You’ll visit again in the future.”

  “The flowers are all gone,” I lamented.

  “Well, it’s been over a month since the funeral,” said Darren. “The flowers likely wilted weeks ago, their petals floating away in the wind.”

  “Come on now, don’t patronize.”

  “I’m not patronizing at all,” he assured me. “I’ve seen it before. Remember when Shane committed suicide back in senior year? I wrote something on his memoriam, and there were a whole bunch of flowers that had been left over that last week. Their petals were all floating in the wind. You know how bad the winds can get here.”

  “Yeah, like in the winter,” I said. “We’re in spring.”

  “Springs in Rome have wind,” he said.

  “Still, it’s weird. It’s just there. Dad’s ashes spread over Mom’s coffin. Suddenly, I feel very old.”

  Oddly enough, we both felt a sudden surge of chilly wind sweep across the landscape. I nuzzled into Darren, staring down at my parents’ gravestone.

  “I thought I’d have something meaningful to say to them, but I’ve got nothing,” I said. “I just miss them both so much. I’d do anything to have them back.”

  “They were both very proud of you,” said Darren. “They both knew you were going to go far, and they loved y
ou until their final breaths. And, they knew you loved them, too. Don’t worry about that, Bailey Wright.”

  I didn’t want to ruin what Darren had said by bumbling my thoughts. I was on the verge of tears, and I didn’t want to lose it in front of Darren, or my parents.

  “You want to leave flowers for your folks?” Darren asked.

  I weakly nodded, wiping away the debris around my eyes. He let go of me, and he ran off toward the fence that separated the graveyard from the properties next door. At first, I didn’t know what was driving him that way, but then my eyes saw clearer: Flowers were growing on vines that wrapped around the fence. He grabbed a handful of colorful flowers from the vines and delivered them over to my parents’ grave. I couldn’t help but smile as he scattered them randomly on their gravesite.

  “This is to tide us over until we get to a flower shop,” he said. “I’m just not sure which ones are open after five.”

  “No, Darren, this is perfect,” I said while hugging him. “Thank you.”

  He wrapped me in his arms. We swayed from side to side, not letting go of each other. I was melting in the embrace of my new family, the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

  “I miss them, too,” Darren said. “Your dad still owes me a barbecue. I’ve got an I.O.U. he’ll have to honor up in Heaven.”

  “I told my dad I was going to put him up in his own mansion in Virginia,” I said. “I owe him a mansion up in Heaven.”

  “If I know your dad, he’ll probably have one built for you by the time you get up there,” said Darren.

  We walked back to the Focus and headed further north on the highway.

  “Weren’t you saying something about meeting up with Garrett when we made it to town?” I asked.

  “Indeed, I did,” he said. “That’s what we’re doing.”

  “Isn’t his place the other way?”

  “It is, but we’re not going to his place.”

  I was becoming more flustered the longer he kept up his cryptic demeanor. I slugged him in the knee.

  “What?” He chuckled.

  “So, where are we headed, amigo?” I asked.