Free A Beautiful Rock by Lilliana Anderson Page A

existence, isn’t going to last. The moment you go on tour again, anything you’ve created here is just going to vanish.”
    “Why do you keep judging me? Why can’t you actually accept that there’s something about you that makes me want you in my life?”
    “Oh my god. You’ve spent like, twelve hours in total with me. The only ‘something’ you can see here is of your own creating.”
    “Ok, so after spending time with me, you’re happy if I go to some party and get my photo taken with some random chick for the papers in the morning? It’s not going to bother you one bit?”
    I hesitate a moment before answering. “Why would it? I’m not your keeper. I’ve made my position very clear here.”
    “That’s bullshit and you know it. I can see it in your eyes. You like me Lisa. A lot.”
    He pulls up in front of my house , and I scramble to get out of the car, feeling aggravated at his over the top reaction. He’s being such a petulant child right now.
    I turn around to give him a piece of my mind. “You know what Marc us? Seems to me that you’re so used to getting what you want that you can’t stand that I’m not willing to jump into bed with you right away. You can’t stand that I’ve said no to you. You’re acting like a sulky child who won’t go away just because he’s not being given into. 
    “And g uess what Marcus? I’m not giving into you. EVER!” I yell, slamming the door on him.
    Before I know it , he’s roaring off down the road. “Get back here! You’ve got my fucking car!” I yell after him, realising that he also has my house keys. “Shit.”
    Pulling out my phone, I dial the only person who has a spare set of keys to my house. Sandra. This means I’m going to have to tell her what’s going on between Marcus and me…
    But first, I’m going to have to figure out what the hell is going on between Marcus and me, because right now, I have no idea.
     

Chapter 7
     

Marcus
    “What?” I bite out, as I pull up outside my house and answer my phone. Already there are five missed calls from Craig and three from my assistant, Karen.
    “Finally,” Craig says in response. “Where have you been all day? You’ve been asked to do Triple K’s Your Own Version. You know how they get hot artists to do a cover version of past hits and then you all go on an album together?”
    “I know what it is, Craig. I’m not a fucking idiot.”
    “Of course you do… Anyway, they called and since you’re going to be taking all that time off, I organised for them to record you tonight and they’ll play it during your down time. I need you at the studio, like, half an hour ago.”
    I glance at the time on the dashboard and that’s when it hits me. I just took off in Lisa’s car. Shit.
    “Marcus?” Craig prompts. “Can you get here or not?”
    I shake my head, realising that Lisa has really managed to get under my skin. I can’t believe we were just arguing. And over what? Fuck. I have no frigging clue.
    “ Marcus? ” Craig repeats, a little more insistently this time.
    "I'm here. Relax. I'm here . I just don't understand why the hell you're booking shit for me without asking first. My schedule was supposed to be clear all weekend.”
    “Yeah mate. I know it's clear that's why I b ooked it. You didn't put in the calendar you were busy, and as far as Karen knew, you were free and clear, so we booked it. Listen, I get that you’re tired. But, you’re not on your break yet, Marcus. There’s still work to do, and you need to be ready when and if you’re needed.”
    I clench my jaw, annoyed that my life isn’t mine. “Fine. I’m on my way.”
    I disconnect the call before he gets the chance to say anything else and restart the car. I'll have to get someone to deliver Lisa's car back to her once I arrive at the studio. I just hope she isn't too pissed at me for taking off in it.
    Suddenly, I release a short burst of laughter as I realise that this is probably the first time I've