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How can she go on now that she's alone again?Now that Nick has returned to Hollywood, Candi finds herself in a funk. She hasn't left her house in weeks, and her best friend is worried she's become a hermit. When her old boyfriend Dylan Perry show's up things get Interesting.Dylan is a bad boy, who's trying so very hard to be good. Will there relationship make it? Or will an unexpected event shatter both their worlds?

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Rocker: Part Two

Victoria Foxxe

Published by Knight Press Inc., 2017.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.


First edition. September 9, 2017.

Copyright © 2017 Victoria Foxxe.

Written by Victoria Foxxe.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page


Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4



The flickering light from the television cast blue shadows. It was time for another Thursday night's episode of “Harmony”. My eyes were glued to the screen. In this scene super star Nick Ortiz sang a romantic song to the female lead. Even on my tiny and dusty television he was beautiful. I chewed my lower lip, while he danced with a slender blonde. A moment of pure envy swept through me. Why couldn’t that be me? Our brief affair had ended just months ago. Nick returned to glamorous Hollywood. I went back to tending bar. Now I ogled him every Thursday night, long distance.

“Snap out of it,” Jen screamed at me more than once.

Why had I let the world's most eligible man slip through my fingertips? Now I was forced to watch him wooing skinny women on television. A warm ache throbbed between my legs. Nick excited me in a way no other man had before. I closed my eyes. Memories of Nick's expert lovemaking overwhelmed me. A finger slowly sunk in between my swollen lips. Then I found my sensitive nub and massaged it. Pleasure radiated into me. Nick, how I wish you were here. I forced my hand back and forth. With each stroke I applied more pressure. Nick’s face hovered at the edge of my consciousness. His expert tongue always hit the right spot. Our last time together had been electric.

My hips gyrated as I hit a crescendo of desire. I imagined Nick's hands touching me in my most sensitive spot. His thick cock had felt so wonderful inside of me. Why did I let him go? I increased my pace. My hand now pumped faster and faster. A prickling heat engulfed me. Then a tremor shook my body. The ending theme song for Harmony filtered into my consciousness. My orgasm subsided and a faint whimper escaped my lips. I missed Nick so much. Then my eyes closed and I drifted off.

Part 1

“You need a new hobby,” Jen’s eyes bored into me. “All you've done for the past month is watch Harmony reruns.”

I stirred my breakfast cereal. "I'm not in the mood.”

“It’s time to get a social life.”

“I know that.” I replied.

Jen shrugged and left. I stared into my cereal bowl. I went to my room and rummaged through my closet. Rumpled clothing lay in piles around the room. My bed hadn't been made in days. I ran a finger along my dresser disturbing a fine layer of dust. My cat Midnight hissed and jumped off the bed. The black tabby rubbed himself against my leg and hissed again. I scratched behind his ears and asked.

"Are you hungry sweetie?" I asked him.

He meowed and it almost sounded like “Yes”.

It's funny how cats have more personality than most people. I went to the kitchen and filled his bowl, and gave him fresh water. Then I made my way back to my room and sat on the bed. What a dump! Why did I let things get so untidy? With a new found energy I set about straightening up. Soon the bed was made, the floor swept, and clothing folded. I felt so much better! I put on a yellow blouse and a tight fitting miniskirt. I admired my round backside in the mirror.

Dammit I looked good. There was still a little sadness in my heart. However, it was time to try and get back to normal. I grabbed my keys and headed out. It was eight o’clock and my bar shift started soon. My car inched through the traffic. I prayed silently that I’d make it on time. When I got to the bar, I found Frank sitting at a table. Stacks of receipts were neatly lined up around him. He was scribbling away in a notebook. Without looking up he spoke.

“You got here on time today?”

“What's that supposed to mean?” I slid out of my coat.

“You've been late for the past week or so.”

“I've been going through some things.” I said.

“I knew that Nick what's-his-name was no good,” he grumbled.

“I don't want talk about this.” I went behind the bar.

“Singing tonight?”


“People have been asking for you.” Frank scratched his bald spot and then retreated to his office laptop in hand. I busied myself with minor chores. I missed the crowd as much as they missed me. Truth was nothing felt as good as being on stage. I wiped the counter down with a towel. Like stacking glasses, wiping down counters, even lining up liquor bottles. Keeping active prevented me from thinking about Nick. Before long the crowd streamed in. A few of the regulars showed up early.

“You going to get up there Candi?” A lanky blonde woman leaned over the bar.

“I'm playing it by ear. Want anything to drink?” I told her.

She hid her disappointment, “Guess I’ll have a gin and tonic.”

I mixed her drink and handed it to her. She paid me and left a generous tip. Before long I was swamped with patrons. It seemed to be a good night for social drinking. I’d put myself in a trance. Like a robot, I served up the drinks, hardly talking to anyone. I just needed to keep busy.

“Snap out of it.” Jen threw a damp rag at me. I hadn’t even noticed her she’d hopped behind the bar. The towel landed on top of my head. I yanked it off

“Cut it out! I tossed it back at her.

“You look like a Zombie. Liven up a bit,” she snapped back.

While I hated to admit it, she was right. The time had come to forget about Nick. I had my own life he had his. I had a good life and wonderful friends. Somehow I had to manage to pull it together. I took in a deep breath and tried to take in some of the positive feelings around me. People were laughing and talking. Everyone was having a good time but me. Come on Candi, snap out of it! With a little more vigor, I forced myself to cut it up more. Hell, I even managed to make a wise crack or two. The evening was starting to pick up and my mood improved. Maybe things really were changing for the better!

“Hey there gorgeous.” A deep bass voice startled me.

I turned around and discovered six feet of gorgeous trouble. Dylan Perry was Frank's no good nephew. He was also my ex. Funny how your past has a way of showing up when you least expect it, isn’t it? That man was the kind of bad boy your mama warned you about. In my younger days I found him sexy as sin, and totally irresistible. His innocent brown eyes and boy-next-door good lucks allowed him to smooth talk his way out of anything. But one day he got himself in the kind of trouble even he couldn’t charm his way out of. I figured that I’d never see him again.

“When did you get out?” I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter.

“A while ago,” he scratched his chin and winked.

“What are you doing here?” I locked defiant eyes with him.

“Just figured it'd be nice to hear you sing,” he raised an eyebrow.

“I might sing tonight.”

“I’d like that.” Then he flashed me his near-perfect smile.

Okay I'm on the rebound and I know it. The wisest choice was to steer clear of my tempting ex-boyfriend. But my spine had turned to Jell-O and my heart raced. I longed for the warmth and comfort of a man. My shoulders trembled as I recalled how good it felt to be in his arms. Come on Candi, keep it together. Don’t fall to pieces over the first good-looking guy to smile at you tonight.