You’re My Dream (Book 1)

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She’s Back

Alaric POV


What the fuck is that buzzing noise? My head is pounding as I open my eyes to figure out what that damn noise is. Groaning as I sit up, I notice a blonde girl is lying in my bed. Shit, I must have asked her to come over last night when I was drunk. Fuck, what's her name again? Mindy? Mandy? Oh well, I hope she is gone before I get out of the shower.

I look at my phone and realize that's where the buzzing is coming from. It's a text from Jason telling me that Damien wants me to go to the studio and work on my newest song because it needs a lot of work. I hear my latest hookup starting to stir, so I hurry up and run in the bathroom to get in the shower so I can head to the studio.

After just standing in the shower, hopefully giving my company some time to get up and leave, I decide to get out and get dressed. As I walk out of the bathroom in just my towel, my eyes widen at the sight of my fucking ex-girlfriend Rebecca standing in the doorway of my room.

I narrow my eyes at her. "Why the fuck are you here? How did you get in?" my voice slightly rising.

She gives me a sly smile "aww babe, is that how you treat me after I finally come back? And the skank that was leaving let me in." Ugh. I hate when she calls me babe. Well, at least what's her name is gone.

I turn away from her because I don't want to hear a damn thing she says. If I ignore her, she will probably leave. I head to my walk-in closet to get dressed. I stall for a couple of minutes, hoping that she takes the hint and leaves. After I'm completely dressed and ready to leave, I walk into my living room and see that she is sitting on my fucking couch like she still lives here.

She stands when she sees me, and she looks at me up and down and licks her lips. "Good, you are dressed and look as handsome as ever. Let's go so we can catch up. I'm starving" Her voice is high-pitched and whiny.

I look at her like she has grown two heads. "I'm not going anywhere with you. I have shit to do today, and last I remember, you left me because I wasn't 'famous enough'" using air quotes to prove my fucking point.

"Well, I changed my mind. I miss you so much. We are gonna be so happy together," she says, giving a bright smile and flips her hair over her shoulder.

"Nope, we aren't getting back together, and it's time for you to go cause I'm leaving" I start to walk to the door and grab my phone and keys that are on the table in the entryway. I open the door and glare at her while she walks past me.

"We are going to get back together. The sooner you accept it, the better. Bye," and she gives me a quick kiss on the lips. I'm too shocked to even react to what just happened. Hopefully, I can dodge her and ignore her, and she will get over this bullshit. I know she only wants to get back together because I am this year's "Artist to look out for," and I've already had a few songs make the top 10 on a few charts. I'm not gonna let this gold digger get into my head. I have to make this next song a hit so I can top my last song.

I get to the studio and head straight for Jane, the receptionist. She is a stunning blonde who I wouldn't mind fucking, but she works for the label, and I don't usually like to fuck someone I'd have to see often.

"Hey Jane, I was told by Jason that Damien wanted to work with me today in the studio. Which room is he in? Or do I need to wait for him?"

She gives me a confused look, "Hmm, it's Wednesday. Damien doesn't usually isn't here unless it's an emergency. Give me a minute, please."

I give her a nod and take a step back. As I'm waiting, I check my phone and see that a couple of booty calls have texted me asking to come over tonight. If I can't find someone new, then I'll have to text one of them back.

"Ric, he isn't answering his phone, but that doesn't mean that he isn't here. I see that the recording light is on in room four, so he might be in there working with someone."

Internally roll my eyes. Why did he tell me to come here if he is gonna be with someone else? Oh well, it's not like I have anything to do today. I was gonna write some more.

"Ok, thanks, Jane. I'll head there now." I give her a wink and walk away. I look back and see she has a slight blush.

The building isn't that big, so it takes me only a couple of minutes to get to room 4. I enter the room as quietly as possible not to interrupt Damien too much while working with someone else. He often lets me listen in when he is recording someone's work. As I walk in, I notice that no one is sitting in the chair, but my newest song is playing, and someone is in the recording room. I can't hear if someone is singing, so I quickly put on the headphone and listen in. The song only has about 40 seconds left, but it's my favorite part of the song. My eyes widen when I hear the girl singing my song. She has harmonized with me in the chorus and is adding parts to it. Damn, she is so good. I am completely shocked. Who is she? I've never heard her voice before. As I stare at her more, I realize that she is the beauty from the lobby I saw a few months ago. When I first saw her, I couldn't help but stare at her natural beauty. She wasn't wearing much makeup, so her bright blue eyes stood out right away. She had the most beautiful skin, and her lips looked so soft. I remember that I wanted to talk to her, but the brunette talked to me, and I ended up hooking up with her that night. I can't believe I found her, and she is a singer and a damn good one at that. She has brought my song life with her voice. As she finishes as walks out, I notice she has a panic look in her eyes. I can't help but play with her a little bit.

"Do you always remake songs of someone you don't know?" I ask with a playful sneer.

She opens her lushes lips that would look so good around my cock but close them quickly. I realize she will not say anything and will stand there like a deer in the headlights.

"Let's just replay this new version of the song and see how much you fucked it up," I say and turn in my chair and press play. It sounded harsh, but I want to see how she will react.

She panics even more and asks me if I produced the song. I chuckle a bit. She doesn't know who I am. I must not be as popular as I think I am, which is a slight blow to my ego. I continue to tease her a bit. Her eyes start to water a bit as she's telling me that she already sent the original to Damien and wants me to delete it. But I really want to hear the whole song. I'm a bit surprised that she edited the song and sang in it, but I mask it quickly and start to play the song.

Wow, she really did a great job with the edits, and everything sounds professionally done. She is perfect, and her voice is amazing. She did add a verse that I didn't write, but it is a perfect fit for the song. I wonder if she wrote it. I really love this version, and I know this will be a hit. When the song finishes, I turn to her and stare at her waiting for her to look at me, but she doesn't because she looks down at her feet. I continue to stare at her, and I realize that she isn't going to look at me. I sigh and ask her name.

She starts to plead with me, "Please don't tell my boss. I didn't mean any disrespect when I recorded this. As I said, I can delete it right away" and starts to move toward the laptop, but I move in front of it because I'm not going to let her delete this song.

I get impatient quickly and ask her name again. I barely hear her whisper her name, and I try not to burst out laughing at her name.

"Arryn? Like the boy's name Aaron. A-A Ron," I ask, trying hard not to laugh, but I do just a little bit.

She all but glares at me. But as I look deeper into her eyes, she is trying not to laugh. "Uhh, yes, that's my name."

I ask her what she does here at the label because I know she's not a producer. I would have met her when I first got signed, and I usually only work with Damien. She could be a new singer, but I doubt that. She would have been with a producer or at least a manager. She tells me that she is Damien's assistant or errand girl, as she calls herself. So that's why I haven't really seen her. She's probably out running around for Damien all the times I've been here.

After I compliment her on what she has edited in the song, I tell her to finish the edits on her part because I want to hear it completed. I move to work, and she tells me to stand by the door to work in peace. I would move anyway because I know when producers work, they need space, and I don't know too much about the editing process, so I usually step back and let them do their thing. I start scrolling through my Instagram while waiting for her to finish, and I get a text message from one of my hookups. Woah, it's a full-body pic of her naked on the bed. Damn, I might have to tell her to go to my place tonight. I continue to scroll through IG when I hear the intro to my song start, so I put my phone away and stand next to her.

As I'm standing there listening to the song, I can't help but inhale her delicious scent. It's not overwhelming like she is wearing perfume. It's light and natural. She smells like vanilla, and damn, that might be my new favorite smell. I look slightly down, and I can see a little bit of her cleavage, and my cock decides he wants to join the party. I can't get a boner right in front of her. She'd think I was some creep. I turn my focus from her tits to the music, and damn, this song is perfect. She did a great job. It sounds just like the work Damien would do. I can't believe it. If I didn't see her work on the song, I would never have known she was the one who does the work. I would have sworn it was Damien.

When it's done, I ask her if she wrote the lyrics, and she did, which is another shocker. But I'm a little upset that she doesn't want me to let Damien listen to this version of the song. He will be excited because I know this song has number one potential. I try to convince her to let me, but she tells me that she doesn't want to be in the spotlight, and I'm blown away by that. Most girls want to be famous, but not her. She wants to be a songwriter and producer, which I respect. She's one of a kind. I tell her to send it to me, and I won't let Damien listen to it, and I'll have someone else sing her part, and I need her to sign a waiver so that I can use her lyrics and voice. I will still let Damien listen to the song and see what he wants to do with it. I think her voice is perfect for the song, and I don't know if we would be able to find anyone else who would fit.

I decide to ask for her number, but of course, she doesn't give it to me. I'm a little disappointed, but I try not to let it show. She tells me that she is here 6 days a week, and I'm really shocked by that. She must really like her job if she is here that much because I know that Damien isn't here that much. I start to walk out the door, and just as I start to walk through the doorway, she yells for me to wait and asks my name. I try not to look shocked. She spent some time with me and didn't even know my name or recognize me. I tell her that my name is Alaric, which it is, but I hardly go by my birth name because I'm not fond of it all that much. She looks a little taken back when I give her my name, probably cause it's weird as hell, but she doesn't say anything about it. I walk out the door quickly and force myself not to look back at the beautiful girl standing there.
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