Melody of Truth (Love of a Rockstar Book 3) by Nicole Simone Page A

“What about the priest? And the floral arrangements?”
    “They have both been generously flexible with their schedules.”
    “We can find a new venue. We don’t have to change everything around.”
    “I know you’re worried because you aren’t in control, but let me handle this. All you have to do is show up on May first in your gown—or hell, in rags even. I don’t care. You’ll be beautiful no matter what.”
    I had seven days to banish my feelings for Sean, seven days before I committed to forever, ‘til death do us part, to Marco. Seven days.
    Oh god, I was going to be sick.
     

     
    MATTHEW’S ANNOYED GLARE GREETED ME when I entered the bus. “You’re late. We almost left without you.”
    “Lay off her man.” Sean relieved me of my camera bag and set it on the couch. “She is three minutes late and guess what? The world is still spinning.”
    My patience was limited after having hurled into a trashcan, putting a cherry on top of the freaking sundae that was my morning. “First of all, you don’t need to speak for me. I have vocal cords,” I said to Sean before setting my sights on Matthew. “And second of all, I’m sorry for being late. It won’t happen again.” They both gaped at me as if I had grown a pair of antlers. “Good? Great? Awesome. Do you mind if I lie down for a bit?”
    Ash spoke up from his spot at the table where he was spooning cereal into his mouth. “You can use my bunk. It’s the bottom one on the left side.”
    His kindness was appreciated and if I hadn’t heard about the sexual escapades that went down there, I would have gladly accepted. “Ummmm…”
    Sean finally regained his sense of speech, saving me. “You can use mine. It’s above Ash’s.”
    “Thanks.”
    I wandered through the curtains that separated the sleeping area from the rest of the bus and Sean soon appeared behind me. “I want to be alone.”
    “Not until you tell me what happened between when I left you this morning and now.”
    “Nothing happened.”
    He growled and spun me around so I was facing him. His blue eyes swept across the contours of my face with concern. “Why are you lying to me? You’re paler than the sands of Bora Bora.”
    “It doesn’t matter.”
    “It does matter if it’s upsetting you.”
    Brushing his hands off my shoulders, I paced to the end of the minuscule room and back, my mind whirling like a cyclone about everything and nothing. I didn’t know what to say, think, or feel. As my mom used to say, I was a hot mess.
    One thing was clear though: my friendship with Sean had to be cut off at the knees. We were fooling ourselves to think it could work.
    “We have to end this—whatever this is—and return to being coworkers.”
    Sean’s brow creased. “Why?
    “What do you mean why?! Because we almost crossed a line last night.”
    A thunderous cloud tightened his features as his gaze turned predatory. “Has my dick slid into your tight pussy yet? Have you screamed my name in ecstasy? Have I kissed you as if you are my salvation and my ruin?” An inferno erupted between my legs as Sean robbed the last bit of air from my lungs and stepped closer. He gripped my chin, forcing me look into his heated gaze. “Yes or no, Melody.”
    “No,” I whispered.
    Satisfied, he dropped his grasp. “Then I don’t see the problem.”
    Planting my palms on his chest, I shoved him and growled at the unjustness of the situation he had placed me in. Why couldn’t he treat me like the filmmaker I was employed as? And why for the love of all that is holy did I ache—physically ache—to have him inside me? Sean remained in the same spot, regarding me with a look of amusement. I went to shove him again and he clasped my wrists together.
    “Let go of me,” I said, my voice steely.
    “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
    My body flailed as I attempted to wiggle free of his hold, which proved impossible. After five seconds, I threw in the towel. “My wedding has been pushed up to