Save Me (Rock Romance #4) by A. L. Wood Page B

choosing to get a different room within the hotel, far away from Abagail. Because if I am to be truthful with myself, I need to stay away from her.
    In the end I will only end up hurting her, I will never give her my trust, I’ll question everything she ever says to me, every action she ever makes. What possibility does a relationship have if there is no trust to be had? Even if after discovering who she is, I can only ever offer no expectations, no questions. I won’t allow room or growth for anything else.
    Samantha . I loved that woman, with everything inside of me, every single moment my heart beat, every gulp full of air into my lungs, it was all for her. My happiness rose and set like the sun, for her. I believed her to be happy, I thought she felt the same way for me. I thought that I was enough for her, enough for life. I didn’t learn what a joke I was to her and her friends until the day I proposed to her.
    Samantha was beautiful, in a classic Aubrey Hepburn kind of way, long dark hair, pert lipstick coated lips. Always poised to perfection, she knew what to say and when to say it. She held herself together tightly, always tiptoeing around on eggshells. That’s not what attracted her to me at first, I thought she was snooty, too perfect, too much . Steele’s Army had already hit the top, we were successful in every way. Tours were non-stop, none of us were serious about relationships. I certainly wasn’t looking for anything long term.
    She ran in my circles, when our publicist representative when on retirement, she took over. Our band ultimately agreed she had what it took. She could spin any bad story into a fairytale and sell it off to the press with the way she spoke. She impressed us, she was our go to gal for a year or so before anything started between her and me. She knew all of me, she had to, every wrong fucking thing I’ve ever done, every fling and every drunken rage, all of it. She didn’t care, she spun it around either way.
    One night, she showed up to my house, gone was the perfectionist, gone was the poised and self-controlled Samantha that I knew. Instead, Sam was in her place. Beautifully broken Sam . She needed a friend, I should have questioned why she came to me of all people. I wasn’t her friend, I was her employer, and she represented me to the world. She spoke for me. She claimed that she walked in on her boyfriend of years, high school sweethearts is what she said they were, he was cheating with her best friend.
    She told me she had no one else to turn to, no one to talk to, and no one for comfort. Again, I should have known. Hindsight’s a bitch, only allowing you to see the mistakes that you made when you were already facing the consequences of your decisions. We didn’t sleep together that night. Instead, we got drunk and passed out on my living room floor discussing our lives.
    We became friends, not that she was ever truthful to me. We built our friendship then relationship slowly. It wasn’t a surprise when our friendship became something more, I knew it was bound, I could feel it. I was already falling for her, hard. She claimed to fall hard too, she said she couldn’t resist her feelings anymore. I dove into love with her. Willingly.
    If that wasn’t the worst choice, I’ve made in my entire life than I don’t know what is. She fooled me, royally. When I proposed to her I invited all of her friends and family, I rented out an entire restaurant that was located on the roof of a hotel. I wanted to profess my love for her in front of all of our friends and family under the stars. I wanted it to be a night she wouldn’t forget.
    I asked one of her friends to hold off bringing her until it was the right time, I told her I would send her a text when it was time. If only her friend hadn’t been drunk when I sent that text that I was ready. Everyone except Samantha and her friend was there, I let everyone know that she was on her way and then I ran downstairs to send a