Heartstrings: A Dirty Affliction Novel

by Regina Frame

  Heartstrings

  A Dirty Affliction Novel

  Regina Frame

  Heartstrings

  A Dirty Affliction Novel

  Regina Frame

  Copyright © 2016 Regina Frame

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, without the permission in writing from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  Editing: Genevieve Scholl

  Cover: Book Cover By Design

  ATTENTION READERS

  There will be some overlapping in stories in order to give you Chance and Honor's love story. Please note that this takes place after Linc, and before Levi met Peyton. I must warn you: Chance is a rockstar with a filthy mouth and a more than healthy appetite for sex. If you are offended by the word "Fuck", this is not the book for you. He has a troubled past that he deals with in different ways. His story may contain triggers for some as he remembers his childhood and the one person he counted on the most to protect him. You'll hate him, You'll love him, and probably even cry for him. He deserves his happy ending, and I can promise you he'll get it. But how much of him will there be left?

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  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to my mother, who is currently undergoing chemotherapy. You are my rock and I love you very much!

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  To all of my wonderful readers. Thank you to those of you who have emailed or messaged me to let me know that one of my characters has touched you in some way. That is the greatest compliment that I could ever hope for. Thank you for taking a chance on me and loving the guys of Dirty Affliction.

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  TITLES BY REGINA FRAME

  The Beaumont Trilogy

  Saving Chloe

  Parker's Past

  Forever Complete

  Rock Star Series

  Dirty Affliction Series

  Honesty

  Lyric

  Heartstrings

  Coming Soon!

  Harmony (Jinx)

  Prologue

  "Chance, do you have your permission slip for the class trip today?" Ms. Jackie, my second grade teacher, asked me with a look in her eyes that told me she already knew the answer.

  Our class was going to the aquarium, and to be able to go, I not only needed the signature of my father, but also the twenty dollars for entry to the aquarium and to buy my lunch. I didn't have it, because I knew better than to ask. The less that I could say to my dad, the better off I'd be. I stared down at my dirty chucks and shook my head in response. I didn't like the looks she gave me at times when I couldn't participate with the class. It made me feel like crying, and I refused to cry. My dad had told me that only pussies cried, and I was no pussy. Whatever that was. I knew enough that I didn't want to be one.

  "It's okay, Chance. Go get in line for the bus. We'll be leaving in a few minutes." I raised my eyes to hers, and she smiled. "Go on. Get in line."

  I didn't ask questions. I joined my classmates on the bus, excited because I wouldn't be left behind. I was on cloud nine at the end of the day. I got off the bus in front of our home and clutched my backpack close to my chest. I'd put my shark man action figure in there for safe keeping. I couldn't wait to get in my room so I could play with it. I wasn't allowed to have toys outside my room ever since my dad stepped on a Lego I'd missed after putting my things away.

  I opened the warped metal door and stepped in to the den, letting the door slam with a loud whack against the frame. I winced in hopes he hadn't heard it. It was the first time I'd let that happen in a long time because it always set him off.

  He rounded the corner from the kitchen, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

  "What did I tell you about slamming that door?" he snarled, and pinned me with his glassy stare. I didn't know what to say, because it wouldn't matter, anyway.

  "I'm sorry." I stared down at my feet, not wanting to make eye contact with him. My body tensed when his dirty work boots came in to view.

  "Drop your stuff and get in there and make me a sandwich."

  Okay. Maybe he wasn't going to hit me this time. My backpack slid from my shoulder and landed on the floor. I picked it back up to take it to my room, but he stopped me.

  "Leave it," he barked.

  I hurried in to the kitchen and grabbed the bread along with the pack of bologna from the fridge. When I turned around, he was standing there holding my shark man. My stomach dropped.

  "Where did you get this? Did you steal it? Answer me, boy!"

  I couldn't help but flinch at his tone.

  "Miss Jackie; my teacher," I whispered. His blood shot eyes narrowed, and I could practically see the rage building behind those eyes.

  "This is a doll." It was in no way a doll, but I wasn't going to argue. "No boy of mine is going to play with dolls. Are you a pussy, boy?" There was that word again. I don't know why he called me that. I watched in horror as he threw it to the floor and stomped on it, breaking the head off. It broke my heart. Not because it was a toy, but because Miss Jackie gave it to me. She was the first person who had ever acted like they cared about me. "I'll be paying her a visit tomorrow. I'll have her job for this!" he spat.

  My stomach knotted, and I felt like I was going to throw up.

  I went to bed in fear that night. Not just for me, but for Miss Jackie. Would he hit her to?

  True to his word, Miss Jackie left the next day. When my father complained to the principal, they found out that I didn't have permission to go on that field trip the day before. She lost her job, and I lost a friend. I missed her so much, but I didn't cry.

  Chapter One

  Chance

  "I think you broke my damn dick, babe," I told her, as she climbed on top of me and began to grind her bare pussy against my already hardening dick.

  I'd already fucked this chick five times, and even I needed a break sometimes. The buzz from the drugs I'd done earlier was long gone, and I felt like I hadn't slept in days, which was pretty accurate.

  My body was starting to crash whether I wanted it to or not. Her cheap perfume filled my nose and caused my already throbbing head to pound on top of the damn hangover I had. It was time for her to get the hell out. I'd already given her way more than anyone else, and that was just because I was feeling generous. I gripped her hips and rolled her off me as she began to kiss and suck on my neck.

  "Hey!" she whined.

  She wasn't happy about it at all. She pouted her lips, and it reminded me of those damn fish lip selfies all the girls seemed to be doing lately, but she looked ridiculous rather than the sexy I was sure she was going for.

  "Can't you just pop a Viagra or something?" she asked.

  Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, and I couldn't stand a damn whiner. The sound made my dick want to crawl up inside me and hide, for fuck sake.

  "What the fuck? Does this look like I need any help?"

  Really? I grabbed my dick and stroked the length of it.

  "Well, what's the problem then?" Her brows arched, but her forehead didn’t move. At. All.

  "There's no problem. You need to go, and I need some fucking sleep."

  Our bus was
scheduled to roll out in a few hours, but I wasn't going to tell her that. We'd actually had chicks hide on the bus in hopes of traveling with us. I wasn't making that mistake again.

  "Don't you want my number?" she asked, looking so hopeful.

  I didn't answer. If I told her no, she'd probably cry, and if I told her yes, she'd think there was more to things than what it was. A fuck. That was all it ever was.

  "Get dressed and grab some breakfast on me," I offered as I walked across the room, butt ass naked. I grabbed my blue bic and a joint from my overnight bag. When I turned back around, she still hadn't moved. She was literally standing there with her damn mouth open in disbelief. I rolled my eyes and asked, "What?"

  She bent over and snatched her skirt from the floor in a huff, giving me a full on snatch shot. It wasn't near as appealing as it had been last night. She straightened back up and pushed her over processed hair out of her face.

  "I just can't believe you're kicking me out. And did you just offer me breakfast as a parting gift?" She huffed again.

  I walked across the room and grabbed her phone out of her hand, the pink rhinestones on the back glittered in the shine of the overhead light. Holding it out in front of me, I snapped a picture of my dick before tossing it back to her.

  "A little something to remember me by."

  I cocked my head to the side and winked. She gazed down at the picture of my dick and smiled. Another satisfied customer in the life of Chance Roberts, rockstar.

  As soon as the door shut behind her, I plopped down on the crumpled up sheets that smelled like hours of sex and took a big drag of the blunt. Eventually, my body relaxed and my mind mellowed, allowing me to drift off to sleep.

  ***

  A few hours later, I staggered onto the bus and dropped down on the black leather couch just inside the door. What little sleep that I'd been blessed with did nothing for my head. I'd had a headache for two damn days, and no amount of Tylenol seemed to help. It was called sleep deprivation, and the only cure for it was sleep. Something that I went without too often. Levi dropped down on the end of the sofa and kicked my legs. The jarring motion sent a fresh wave of pain through my skull.

  "What the ever lovin’ fuck man?"

  I grabbed one of the tan colored throw pillows and chucked it at his big head.

  "You should've hung around last night. These hot as hell twins showed up," he announced.

  I cracked open one eye and squinted over at him. No matter where we went, the ladies practically fell at his feet. I swear, we attended a funeral for one of our sponsors and the grieving widow hit on him. That actually happened. I kid you not. The first time I met the guy, I called him Ken. As in Ken and Barbie. He is the all around clean cut guy, with styled blond hair and blue eyes. After a few months on the road, he started getting tatted up, and the girls seemed to love him even more.

  "You're shitting me? Twins?" I lay my head back and draped my arm over my eyes to block out some of the overhead light.

  "You missed out, I'm telling you. They were in to some freaky ass shit." He laughed.

  When he continued to talk, I decided it was time to hit my bunk and maybe catch a little more sleep before our next stop. If I was lucky, the damn headache would be gone. I was being rude, but at that moment, I couldn’t care less. That was one of the downfalls of traveling on a tour bus. Everybody was under your feet, and all up in your business. No fucking privacy what so ever. You took a shit? They knew about it. You jacked off in your bunk? The fuckers would moan out for pure aggravation. Damn dickheads.

  "Where are you going?" Jinx asked from his place at the kitchen table. He always had that damn notebook out, scribbling in it. The dude seriously never quit working. Not for one damn minute.

  "To try and get rid of this damn headache," I grumbled. I walked down the narrow hall and fell in to the wall when the bus hit a pot hole. "Fuck," I grumbled. Pouring myself in to my cubby, I pulled the curtain, blocking out as much of the light as possible.

  ***

  The next time I awoke, we were in Vegas. That was one of my favorite places to play. People treated us like royalty. They practically rolled out the red carpet when our bus pulled into the casino. We piled out of the bus, and were immediately surrounded by security.

  "Chance! Levi!"

  Fans shouted our names as the beefed up guys led us through the designated entrance, down a long hall, and to our dressing room. Just like all the times before, big, name brand sponsors sucked up to us with lavish gifts. Gourmet foods and expensive gifts covered at least six tables in the room. There was even a bar on one side of the room with our own personal bartender and a few slot machines. High limit, of course.

  ***

  "Where you going, babe?" I questioned.

  We'd stayed in the casino hotel last night, and it was nice to have an actual bed instead of those hard bunks we were forced to sleep on, on the bus. I'd gone to the bathroom to take a piss, and when I came back she was getting dressed. That surprised me, and if I was being honest, it kind of pissed me off, too. They never left voluntarily. I always had to make them leave afterward.

  "I've got to get back downstairs before they realize I'm missing. I need my job." She paused a moment and licked her lips while her eyes raked over my naked body. "Not everyone has the luxury of playing around all the time." She grinned, pulled her tight black tank top over her head, and then pulled her shiny black hair free, letting it fall well past her shoulders.

  She had no idea about my life. The things I'd been through. The things I'd seen. But people were so quick to judge. I may have played around, as she called it, but I called it a way to forget.

  "Sure you gotta go? I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve," I said as I formed the letter V with my fingers and fluttered my tongue between them.

  I had met her in the casino lounge when she brought me my drink last night. Her perky breasts, tiny waist, and full hips had caught my eye and made my dick hard. I wasn't anywhere close to being finished with her, because she was a damn wildcat in the sack. I had the bite marks on my shoulder to prove it.

  "Well, what am I supposed to do with this?" I asked, grabbing my hard as steel dick in my hand and stroking it.

  It was at that moment the flash of her phone went off, and I knew I'd fucked up again. Jinx would have my balls if another dick pic showed up on social media. I didn’t know what the big deal was, because God knew there were plenty of them out there. What was one more? Hell. I'd probably shared the biggest part of them, but he got his sac in a bunch over that kind of shit. I mean, wasn’t that kind of crap that expected of rockstars?

  The partying, drugs, trashing hotel rooms and sharing dick pics on social media? The fans eat that shit up. The way I looked at it, I was just giving the fans what they wanted. Public service and all that.

  "Don't you fucking post that picture, Natalie." I growled.

  Jinx fined my ass five thousand dollars the last time my dick appeared online, and threatened to double it if it happened again. It was not like I could deny that it was mine, because not a lot of guys had their dick tattooed with the words ‘How many licks does it take?’ up above it. I could really give two shits if people saw my dick. I'd been blessed in size, and I was all about the sharing.

  "First of all, my name is Nicole. Not Natalie." She flipped her shiny black hair over her shoulder. Really? I could have sworn it was Natalie. "Don't worry. It's just a little keepsake. I promise I won't share it."

  I'd heard that story before; dozens of times. I stood there with my dick in my hand and said it again, because I really didn't want to have to pay Jinx any more of my fun money. When I say fun money, I mean drugs, alcohol, and women.

  "Look: I couldn’t care less if you have a picture of my dick, but our manager is anal about that shit."

  "Okay. Fine." She swiped her finger over the screen a few times and said, "See?" She held her phone up and showed me the blank screen.

  I knew the chances of her really deleting the picture w
as shit to none, because they always leaked. No matter how much security we had, how many waivers we had signed, it meant jack shit in the end, and, to tell the truth, I was probably worse than anyone in sharing pictures of my dick or any other part of my anatomy, but mainly my dick because it's bigger than most guys. If it's not me putting pictures up on social media then it's some chick like this one or some creeper fan that's caught up in a compromising position. It's not just me that this happens too. It's the whole band.

  Our lives were no longer our own. And that pretty much sucked balls. Someone shared a picture of Levi taking a piss in the men's room at a club last week. What kind of guy takes a picture of another guy’s junk in the men's room? It was a fucking shame when you couldn’t even take a shit—and I mean that literally—without the world knowing about it.

  "Okay."

  I watched as she stepped into her black heels and turned to leave.

  "Look me up the next time you're in Vegas. I'd love to fuck you again." She winked and walked out of the room.

  I flopped back down on the bed, pulled the sheet up over me, and lit up a joint, watching the end glow red and crackle from the flame.

  ***

  A few hours later, my cell vibrated across the nightstand and fell onto the floor.

  "Fuck," I grunted as I hung my body over the side of the bed and fished my phone out from under the bed. It was Jinx.

  "Yeah?" I groaned.

  I had a serious case of cotton mouth from the pot I'd smoked earlier, and desperately needed a drink of water or a beer. At that point, I'd take either, because it felt like my tongue had been laid out in the desert for days.