A Taste of Kaos Chapter 13

This is for you guys. Happy New Year.

Chapter 13


Chase harrumphed. Chrys opened the door, slid out of the car and put her father’s food on the seat. After slamming the door, she watched him start up the car, put it in gear and drive off. She brushed back hair that had blown in her face and looked up to see Kaos leaning against a lamp-post.


His expression was unreadable. Chrys didn’t bother to walk toward him. She was curious to know how long he had been standing there, but she wasn’t in the mood to go through another confrontation.


She got to her car and sighed. She could feel him right behind her. Why? Why did the fates hate her so much? She just wanted to go home and decompress, but the fates were laughing. She turned around and squinted, as the sun shone directly behind him, making him look imposing and menacing.


“What?”


Kaos shoved his hands in his pockets and bowed his head. “I’m sorry. I baited you.”


Well this is different; she’s never had a guy say sorry to her. Well, not since primary school when she pinned Darren Daniels to the ground and made him apologize to her for calling her a cheat, when they had played Dodge Ball. How exactly does a person cheat at Dodge Ball?


She brushed more hair out of her face and sighed. He looked so sorry. She was actually feeling bad about dragging out the Rachel Desi incident. Everyone in the music industry knew about Rachel. She liked to fuck the rockers and sell their dirty secrets. Rumor has it that she had a deal with ‘Riffs’. They paid her at least ten grand for every story she brought them. How could Kaos have been so stupid? Of course, Rachel had an hour glass figure and looked like a fresh-faced farm girl, so men tended to think she was innocent. Or at least, they wanted to think she was innocent until they got her into the bedroom.


He looked up to gage her reaction to his apology. She seemed defensive, tired and wary. He surmised that she was resisting the urge to apologize. She wasn’t exactly known for her willingness to back down for anything.


“You don’t have to say sorry. I fired the first shot, you just responded.”


Chrys was shocked. Kaos had let her off the hook and so easily. He stepped closer to her, invading her personal space. Now the sun was blocked out completely. He reached across and brushed back strands of hair that had again blown into her face. His finger tips brushed her cheek.


She shivered at the contact.


“Cold?”


“No.”


Kaos stared at Chrys. “Then why did you shiver just now? It couldn’t have been because of my touch. So either my touch affected you or you’re cold. Which is it?”


Chrys felt cornered. “You’re provoking me again.”


“It’s just a simple question.”


“Why do you want to know the answer?” Chrys was biding her time, looking for an easy out.

Kaos whispered “Because I want to know if you feel this attraction just as much as I do.”


She couldn’t escape. She had already said that she wasn’t cold, so she was responding to his presence. She cursed herself silently.


“I’m not leaving until you tell me the truth.” He continued.


Frustration and heat encompassed her body “Why do you do this? Chrys countered.


“Do what?” Kaos replied, hunger surfaced, ready to devour her.


“Why do you try to get me to say certain things?” Why do you bait me? Is it some kinda game? Chrys’ anxiety was boiling over.


“You mean why do I ask you about things I already know? Because I want to hear you admit them. Now say you want me and I can leave.”


Dammit it was so easy. Admit she was intensely attracted to him and he’d leave, but her stubborn streak reared its ugly head, demanding that she must not surrender to his whim.


“Say it and I’ll leave.”


He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. The contact was so soft. It was like a caress. The result was enough to make her want more. He touched her lips, inducing a tingling sensation.


“This would be so easy if you’d just say it.”


Fire intensified throughout her body. His lips feathered her cheeks, nose and forehead, moving back down to her lips.


“Say it babochka. Say that I want you and no other.”


‘Babochka’… what did that mean? Her mind asked. It was the last cognizant thought she had before her mind turned to mush. His lips lightly pecked her neck. Dammit! He was going to think that she wasn’t saying anything because she enjoyed his kisses. Or he would think that she was admitting that she was attracted to him. She balled her hands into fists, resisting the urge to grab a hold of his shirt.


“Say it.” He urged.


He continued to kiss Chrys across her décolletage. Kaos revelled in the softness of her skin against his lips. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating. She smelled like lavender, vanilla and jasmine. He slipped his hand around the nape of her neck, bringing his body closer to hers. Indecision crept into his mind. Kaos wasn’t sure what he wanted. Either he needed her to admit she wanted him or he would continue to kiss her.


Suddenly he felt a hand tug him from behind, forcing him to step away from Chrys. Kaos turned around to face a confused and angry looking Roar.


“What did she mean by ‘Vasya is your brother?’ huh?”


Crap, the shit had just hit the fan, thought Kaos.

A Taste of Kaos Chapter 12

Thanks Jan. Happy Holidays everyone, this one is dedicated to you!

Chapter 12

Dad? That man was her father? He was taller than she was. He had reddish blond hair, blue green eyes and porcelain skin. Anger engulfed him.

Chrys’ face paled. She looked guilty. “Dad . . . I . . .?

She didn’t get to finish. “Chrysalis Honor Darina Kelly you get your arse to the car this instant! Move it young lady! Get a wriggle on now!”

He was seething, and it was evident to all. Chrys looked as though she was about to cry. Her shoulders slumped. Without a backward glance, she headed toward the door of the restaurant. The spectators looked on in surprise. The Queen Bitch had just been brought to heel by ‘daddy’.

Her father turned toward the table. His eyes narrowed. They zeroed in on Vasili.

“Vasya, I expected you to have controlled this fracas! Why would you permit this public slanging match? I thought you’d have better sense?

Vasya opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Kaos decided to intervene. After all, he had provoked her.

“I’m sorry sir. I started this row.” Chase Kelly looked at Kaos, and then shook his head.

Without a word, he turned around, walked over to the counter, paid for his lunch and walked out.

Kaos felt horrible. His need to push Chrys had resulted in the trouble she was facing from her dad.

* * * * * *


Chase Kelly got into the car and handed the brown bag to Chrysalis, who put it in her lap. She ignored the heat emanating from the bag. She felt as though she had regressed to being five years old, having been caught with her hand in the biscuit tin before dinner. Only this time, her father was the one meeting out punishment, not her Grammy.

“Dad, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have behaved like a fishwife in public. I know it’s unseemly. You taught me better than that.” Chrys said quietly as she waited for his response.
Chase remained silent for a long time. Chrys thought he wasn’t going to say a word. Eventually, he spoke.
“Yes, little Irish I taught you better than that. You were brought up, not dragged up like some no account! How could you let this individual provoke you like that? Hmm, I have never seen you lose control in that way.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but couldn’t find the words. Instead she mumbled. “I don’t know! He just pushes my buttons.”

Chase laughed and shook his head. She looked over at her father, confused.
“What?”
“What? You don’t know little Irish?”
When she shook her head, he chuckled.
“You’re running little one and I always taught you not to run away, didn’t I?”

Chrys was confused. She was running away? Oh shit! No he didn’t think that . . . did he?
“Daddy no, it’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like then, féileacán?”
Hearing her father speaking in Gaelic comforted her. He wasn’t too mad at her. She looked into his blue-green eyes and saw amusement there.
“You’re going to laugh.”
He shook his head.
“Scouts honor.”
“Dad, you were never a Boy Scout.”
Her father laughed. “Just tell me and be quick about it, my food is gettin’ cold.”

She sighed, took a deep breath and said, “He’s a man-whore!”
Her father’s reaction wasn’t what she expected. He burst out laughing. Chrys looked at her father in horror. She couldn’t get him to stop. He laughed so hard that he was holding his stomach for support. Tears streamed down his face.
“A man-whore. Oh God, that’s a good one. A man-whore!”
He wiped his tears away and continued to chuckle.

“Daaar!” She whined. Chase wouldn’t stop laughing. When he looked over at her again, he roared with renewed merriment.
“I’m getting out of this car, if you don’t stop with the laughin’.”
“Okay, okay little Irish, calm down. Goodness, so sensitive is my little one. Explain to you’re old man what a man-whore is.” He chuckled after saying it, but stopped when he saw the look she gave him. Chrys watched her father try to gather himself. When he seemed to regain control, she proceeded to explain her definition of a man-whore.

“A man whore is something you are not. A man whore is a man who can’t keep it in his pants. That sums up Kaos!”
Her father started to laugh again.
“Oh Lord, this is too funny. Man-whore, that’s so priceless.”
“Daaar!”
Chase tried to get some control.
“Okay, okay. So he can’t keep it in his pants. That doesn’t explain why you’re running from him. Is it because you find him attractive? He is a good looking fellow.”

“Dad, are you trying to play match maker?”
“No, I’m just trying to point out, that the reason you got so riled up back there is because you were trying to run from your attraction to that young man….. by fighting with him.”
“Young man? Dad, he’s 41!”
Chase looked over at his daughter in shock.
“He’s 41? He’s far too old for you.”
Chrys giggled. “Are you saying you’re old Daaar?”
“I’m not old, but he’s too close to my age to be dating any daughter of mine!”
“Says the dad who went out with a, how old was she again? Ah yes, she was 28 years old. She’s two years older than me. Remember I’m your daughter who recently turned 26.”

Chrys grinned having made her point, but Chase wasn’t ready to concede just yet.
“But that’s different! Kait isn’t my daughter. You are and you are far too young for him.”
Chrys rolled her eyes. “What? Stop with the 'eye-rollin'. I forbid you to date him.” Chase said indignantly.
She started to laugh uncontrollably.
“Dad, I’m old enough to make my own decisions. Besides, if I can’t date him, not saying I will mind, then you can’t date Kait, on the same principle.”
“Fine then, I won’t date her.”
“Okay, call her and say that your date for tomorrow night is off.”
“How did you know that?”
“Never mind that! Just call her and tell her you’re cancelling your date because you are too old for her! I’ll even give you my phone.”

Chrys dug her phone out of her purse and handed it too him. He seemed too hesitant to take it.
“If I can’t go out with older men then you can’t date younger women.” Chrys declared.
Chase sighed. Chrys had heard firsthand that her dad and Kait had had fun on their first date. Kait had told her that she couldn’t wait for them go out again. Kait also let slip that she was transferring to an agency closer to the city. Chase sighed and Chrys knew she had won.

“All right little Irish, you win this round. But if you do date him, he better be good to you. I mean it. Now get out of the car, my food is cold and I’m grumpy.”
She laughed, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“See you later Grumpy!”

A Taste of Kaos Chapter 11

Thanks Jan, for always making me sound so intelligent. This chapter is for Shar. Hugs sweets.

Chapter 11

Marissa sat on the couch; listening to the interview. Emotions flitted across her face; it was hard to tell how she was taking it. Chrys worked on her upcoming article for the magazine. She had just written the last paragraph, when she heard the tape recorder click to a stop. Looking up, she could see that Marissa seemed to be deep in thought. Instead of questioning her, Chrys continued to work, waiting for Marissa to be the first one to break the silence.

“Do you believe him? Do you think he was telling the truth?”

Chrys sighed and slipped her glasses off, rubbed her eyes and slid them back on.

“He was sincere. I believed him. He really wants to talk to you. But that’s up to you. If you really want to, you can come with me to Ireland and think things over. I’ll be leaving at the end of the month. What do you say?”

Marissa looked torn between running away and confronting Remy. With a heavy sigh, she shook her head. “I need to work this out on my own. No running and I need to break things off with Ben too. It’s not fair to him that I’m conflicted when he wants more.”

Chrys nodded. “I’ll stay here while you make the call.”

Marissa smiled and turned to dial the phone.


* * * * *


Ben didn’t appear to be surprised by Marissa’s admission and request to break up. He seemed relieved. He told her he had suspected that she wasn’t over Remy, but he understood her decision. Her choice to be with Remy was fine, as long as he didn’t mistreat her. Ben, ever gracious, wished her luck and told her to keep in touch. Marissa hung up the phone and looked over at her cousin, who was checking her email.

Chrys looked up. “What?”

Marissa smiled. “Thank you. I don’t want to run, but with the tour ended, I need time to consider my options. Is your offer still open?”

Chrys smiled. “Sure is. We leave at the end of the month. Be prepared to be smothered with love when we get there. The Kelly family are tight knit and very affectionate. You might never want to leave.” Chrys said with a laugh.

Marissa smiled. “It’s just where I want to be, to reflect and consider everything.”

By the time Chrys left it was well after four in the morning. She stood in the driveway, stretching and rolling the muscles in her shoulders. She wasn’t tired. She was too excited. Her interview with Remy was over. She had just finished Marissa’s counterpoint rebuttal. Now she just needed to correct and send it off to her editor. Soon, she would be home in Ireland with Grammy and Grandpa, all her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins. She could practically smell the whisky and tobacco on Grandpa’s breath.

She couldn’t wait to go Home. She was about to open the door to her Mustang when her cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello my beautiful butterfly, guess what?”

Chrys laughed. Only Vasili Nikolai would refer to her in that way.

“I’m afraid to ask.”

His husky laugh filtered through the phone.

“I’m going to tell you anyway, even though you’re mean. I’m in town, visiting some family. I would like to take you and my brothers out to lunch. Say you’ll be there. Pleeeaaassseee.”

She giggled. “Your charm has won me over. Where and when?”

“The Retro Restaurant at 1:30. Be there with bells on!”

She shook her head. “You are such a twit Vasya, see you later.”


* * * * *


Chrys walked into The Retro Restaurant, feeling eager to see her old friend. She had met Vasya in London a few years back, on one of her trips to the capital. She looked around until she spotted Vasya’s blond head, above the crowd. His golden locks were slightly waved and a bit longer than fashionable. She watched him brush back some hair and decided to wait and see if he noticed her.

Vasya looked in her direction and grinned. He walked toward her; his silver eyes twinkled with mischief. His arms opened and she walked into them, giving him a hug. She wasn’t normally that demonstrative, but to her close friends she was affectionate. She gave him a squeeze and stood back, admiring his suit. The jacket was a golden color, accompanied by a silk cream shirt and golden slacks. Looking around, she realized how out of place he was, everyone else was wearing jeans.

“Come along luv, my brothers are dying to meet you. Now just remember, we met in London. It was love at first sight, but sadly it was not meant to be, because your family hates me. You know British and all. They forbade us from getting married and we couldn’t elope, because I was still married at the time. So, here we are. I’ve traveled all this way to rekindle our love and pray that you’ll take me back. Got all that? Good.”

Chrys could only laugh at Vasya’s silliness and followed him to his table. She stopped short when she saw Kaos. Vasya was pulled back when he tried to move forward. He was related to Kaos! What the hell? She took a deep breath and let it out. Vasya watched her curiously.

“What’s the matter luv? Overwhelmed by my manliness? Please don’t tell me it’s Kaos. Why do I always lose women to him?” He sighed heavily, but she could tell he was just being dramatic.

“Nothing. Just shocked, that’s all. You know I did a review for a concert of theirs a few years ago. It wasn’t good. I just don’t want to deal with the backlash.”

“Oh well, don’t worry. Wait here, I’ll ask Kaos to be on his best behavior okay?”

She nodded and watched Vasya walk back to the table. He leaned down and spoke . Kaos looked up and over in her direction; his eyes narrowed. Chrys felt the strength being sapped from her limbs. Crap! Heat rose within her body.

Kaos’ own body mirrored her physical reaction. His cock harden and lengthen in his jeans. This time he wasn’t going to let her get away, no way!

Chrys remembered the way his mouth felt against hers and could taste the beer and spices from that night. Her panties became moist and she was finding it hard to breathe. Great, how was she going to get through lunch feeling like this? She took a deep breath and marched over to the table. She was about to say ‘hello’ when Kaos spoke first, cutting her off.

“Well if it isn’t Chrysalis Kelly. It’s a pleasure to meet the Queen Bitch.”

Chrys’ eyes darkened and narrowed, as anger erupted through her body. How dare he! She was ready for a verbal brawl, if he was.

Vasya blanched. “Kaos!”

Kaos smiled, but his eyes exuded an aggressive gleam. He was not going to let her run away, not this time.

Roar turned to Chrys. “He’s been sick these last few days. He’s not in his right mind. I apologize for my brother’s idiocy.”

Kaos didn’t bother looking over at Roar. “Ignore him. I believe you were going to speak to me.” He raised an eyebrow, inviting her to say something.

“Please darling, he didn’t mean it. Like Roar said, he’s sick.” Vasili interjected.

She ignored Vasya. “I’m surprised you’re even up right now. Shouldn’t you still be asleep after getting drunk and having a massive orgy with all your groupies? Or has old age caught up to you and you can’t get it up like you use to?”

Kaos threw back his head and laughed. “Is that the best you’ve got? I thought the Queen Bitch had better comebacks than that!”

Chyrs growled. He was right and she hated it. Where were her infamous acidic put-downs? She remembered watching Marissa sob over Remy and got angry. She drew on it like a protective shield. Gamesmanship hadn’t stopped Remy from hurting her cousin.

“Fine, I was trying to be nice, since you’re Vasya’s brother.”

He didn’t seem to like that statement at all, which made her very happy. She drew from her well of knowledge and came up with one sore topic that she knew would shut him up. She smiled evilly.

“So, tell me Kaos, how does it feel to have Rachel Desi tell the world about your sex life?”

Remy hadn’t been the only one who had been tattled on. Rachel Desi, Kaos’ recent ex, just sold an interview to Riffs Magazine, detailing her relationship with him. Chrys found out from her source at the magazine and decided to nail him with it.

Kaos turned red, his eyes narrowing. “That is a low blow. You are playing a very dangerous game here.”

She shrugged. “You wanted bitchy. I’ll give you bitchy. How about your shitty performance, not long after Rachel left you. She caught you in bed with…. what was it? Oh yeah, three of your groupies at once. I guess someone should have told her, you only go for the current flavor of the week. You couldn’t settle down to save your life. I guess you and Remy have more in common than I thought. Both of you can’t keep it in your pants. Why is that?”
“I mean come on man, show some self control once in awhile. By the way, do you really think you’re the second coming of B.B. King? Coz sorry to burst your bubble… you’re good, but you aren’t even in B.B’s league on his worst day! How does it feel to know that your shitty guitar playing was the most downloaded live act on MusicViewer? Getting caught isn’t an excuse for giving the fans a half assed performance you know!”

Kaos shook with rage. How dare she bring up Rachel and how dare she insult his guitar playing. The urge to say something just as damning and hurtful rode him.

“Well, aren’t we Miss Information. It must be really lonely in your world. What, mommy never loved you or perhaps daddy ignored you? You like to rip into other people…. why is that? Your vibrator must be getting one helluva workout because I’m pretty sure that attitude of yours isn’t getting you laid.” Spat Kaos.

“Why is everything about sex with you? Why don’t you shock us all and actually read a book. I hear See Spot Run is still in the library. Why don’t you check that out? You know; something easy; you’ll like the pictures, really colorful. You and Remy can get together and help each other sound out the words.”

“Wow, they must be lining up around the block. Tell me did Medusa hate it when she had to give the ugly crown to you? ‘Coz the ugly streak is really showing!" Kaos parried.

“Try again, Tarzan. Tell me exactly how you walk upright with that massive ego. I doubt your head can fit through the door. It’s too damn inflated. Do us all a favor and take a lesson from your modelling gigs; you know just stand there and look pretty. No one wants to hear what you have to say anyway.”

“You do.”

“Ha! The only thing I want to hear is you playing the guitar. That’s it. Let’s see if you can continue playing as well you did on the last album. Can you even replicate that performance or improve upon it? I doubt it.”

Kaos was about to say something, when a man came up behind Chrysalis, grabbed her arm and yanked her back. He stood up, prepared to intervene. He was pissed at her, but she didn’t deserve to be manhandled.

She whirled around. “Hey, what’s the big idea . . . Dad?”

A Taste of Kaos Chapter 10

This chapter is dedicated to Shar, Caye and Jan. Big Squishy Hugs guys.

Chapter 10


"Problem, Bruv?"


Kaos watched his brother walking toward him, covered in wet spots and looking like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary. Any minute now, Kaos expected Roar to smile and show a bright yellow feather stuck in his teeth.


"Nope, everything's fine. Let's get something to eat at that Bar and Grill that you wanted to go to."


Kaos raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to continue wandering around here? There's a novice cover model contest you could enter? The prize is a whole bunch of books, some money and stuff. You don't want more books, do you?"


Kaos watched his brother's reaction carefully.


Roar grinned and shook his head. "Naah, let's go eat."




The drive on the way to the Irish Emerald Bar and Grill was quiet. Both men were lost in their own thoughts. Apprehension coursed through Kaos' system, as he entered the restaurant. He looked around, almost ignoring the hostess. The place looked empty except for Remy, relaxing in a booth, talking to Chrysalis. If he didn't know any better, he'd say Remy was getting along with her. He wanted to walk over there, but Roar pulled him along toward their table, which was directly across from the interview. He waited for the verbal missiles to land on Remy in abundance. Caustic remarks seem to be surprisingly absent, as she said something to Remy. He nodded; then she got up. Chrysalis gathered her things and walked over to the counter, without glancing in his direction. The person from behind the counter handed her a large brown paper bag. She responded with a smile and left. Remy slid out of the booth and walked over to their table. He slid in next to Kaos.


"How'd it go?" Kaos asked.


Remy shrugged. "I won't know until the magazine comes out. I hope she understood or at least didn't think I was lying. I laid it out for her. Everything! Now all Rissa's gotta do is read it and decide for herself. But I'm not going just give her up, without a fight!"


Kaos sighed. Remy signaled the waitress over and ordered a drink.




Chrys drove to Marissa house, trying to ignore the feelings welling up inside her. She had begun to calm down, but the memory of that kiss refused to be pushed aside. It sat in the forefront of her mind, providing a lasting sensation that began inside of her and reached each nerve ending. Now she could remember the feel of his lips on hers, the way he tasted that night, like beer and spices. The way his tongue moved around her mouth. The way his body felt against hers. For a second she had melted, allowed herself to give in, but that didn't last long.


Chrys switched on the radio to hear Susie's Suh's Light on My Shoulder. The lyrics of the song caressed her and reminded her of her thoughts during the past week. In researching Remy, she had also done some research on the band as well. She hadn't found out much about the man except he was 41 years old. He liked motorcycles, tattoos, piercings, guitars, and classic cars. He hoped one day to own an Aston Martin. Distinguishing marks included ten piercings, two large tattoos on his back, a full sleeve on his right arm, half on his left, and a tattoo around his navel. He loved horses, hated traffic, occasionally smoked. Liked Irish whiskey, hated rude people, liked a small apartment rather than a mansion or a house where he was the only occupant.


He was more of a cat person than a dog. Previous interviews made known that he wanted to someday have a house in the country and a stable filled with horses. He didn't talk about his family or if he was in a relationship! Rumors revealed a preference in dating actresses or models. He was very open about sex and was always up to discussing it. She remembered one article where the interview ended up being a discussion on porn and masturbation. He liked both.


He loved to travel. His favorite places were Russia (where he was born), the U.K. France, Spain, Italy, Egypt, South Africa, Australia, and Japan. He liked to listen to blues, jazz, classical, metal, classic rock, some rap, hip hop, R&B, pop and occasionally new age depending on the artists. His top five celebrity crushes were Halle Berry, Monica Bellucci, Alicia Keys, Christina Aguilera and Tina Turner. His favorite traits in women were humor, strength, intelligence and being comfortable with their sexuality. His favorite movies were An Affair to Remember (the original version), Independence Day (Will Smith is one of his favorite actors), Red Violin, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Hero, The Matrix, James Bond (Sean Connery or Pierce Brosnan preferred), The Italian Job (the original) (He hadn't seen the remake), Auntie Mame, The Philadelphia Story and Remember the Titans (Denzel was his favorite actor).


Other than the guitar, he also played the viola, violin, fiddle, piano and drums. Kaos' was very outspoken about the music industry. He felt that the Suits were just hanging on to the market share. They didn't give a damn about the music! In another interview, he voiced his opinions on the up and coming talent, stating that he admired those who aren't afraid to take risks.


He loved to play video games, although he's not that great at Halo, he's better at Lara Croft. A known ritual was that Kaos said a prayer before each performance. Other facts included that he worked out everyday to keep in shape. He didn't mind that men and women thought that he was sexy. He did mind however, when people pushed too hard to get details on his private life. To Chrys all these facts actually made her like him even more. She also found out, during his time off, he volunteered at his local library to read to the little kids at story hour. He also traveled around schools, talking about the importance of education and reading.


Chrys wasn't sure exactly, how to deal with this growing attraction to him. But for all his great traits, he was still a Rock Star. From her line of work, she had met a lot of asshole rock stars, who thought they were God's gift. On the other hand, there were some really cool guys in the industry, but more often than not, she would get stuck interviewing the former. Those numb nuts would always try to hit on her. Rumors abounded that he was supposed to be amazing in the sack. It was believed that he had been studying Tantric Sex or something.


He wasn't opposed to ménage action, although what guy wasn't. She honestly hated that attitude. She was a one on one kind of girl. If she wasn't good enough for a man in bed, then she wouldn't be there. She'd heard enough stories to know that even if she gave in to her attraction to him; she would just be one of many. Eventually, he would move on. After all, she wasn't model gorgeous, or for that matter, even that cute. Her father, if he heard her talking like this, would have smacked her in the head and asked her what was wrong with her.


Chrys sighed. She would either be a man's one and only or she would stay single. She wasn't going to be some pit stop in between a tour for him; no matter how attracted she was to him. Chyrs pulled into Marissa's driveway, parked, turned off the car and then got out. She hoped Marissa would like what Remy had to say and get some peace of mind.

A Taste of Kaos Chapter 9

This chapter is dedicated to the readers of my blog story. Thank you.

Chapter 9

Kaos stared in bewilderment, at the activity swirling around him. Booths and tables were set up everywhere. Large, bold-lettered banners announcing authors, contests or food were everywhere. He just couldn’t understand how Roar loved all this activity. If it were a concert, then he’d understand, but a Romance Festival? Uh, no, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it. He felt boxed in. He also felt like at any moment. the festival goers were going to know he wasn’t into Romance or Erotica books and turn against him.

He could just see the headlines now: “Rock Star guitarist killed at Romance Festival!” An on-looker will describe it as him being mauled by hundreds of Romance fans, all due to the fact that he said he didn’t like the genre out loud and somehow, everyone heard him. He glanced around uneasily. His brother was chatting with a woman, carrying an arm load of boxed books. Roar took one of the boxes that the woman had been struggling to carry, over to her booth and now she was able to manage with the single box.

Roar walked with the woman and Kaos trailed after them, not wanting to loose his brother in the middle of all the craziness surrounding him. He felt ridiculous being so insecure at the thought of being left behind, but that’s how he felt. They arrived at the woman’s booth. It turned out that her name was Eve Rachel and she was an author of paranormal erotica. Kaos took a guess that the figures on the banner were supposed to represent Vampires, Shifters and Immortal men.

Kaos stood a few feet away, close enough to hear the conversation, but far enough that he hoped he wouldn’t be pulled into it. He eyed the stand selling soft pretzels, with interest. His stomach was rumbling and it wasn’t even noon. He’d burned up all of his breakfast, walking around the festival grounds. He turned and called over to Roar, who was setting up the display. He told him that he was going to get a pretzel and that he’d be right back. Roar nodded. As Kaos walked away, he heard Eve ask Roar why Kaos looked so familiar.

Kaos paused to hear the answer; to his relief Roar told the woman that Kaos just had one of those faces. Secure that his identity wouldn’t be blown, he went to stand in line for a pretzel. When he got back, Roar had a bag filled with books and promo items. Kaos handed him the pretzel that he’d picked up for him and they started to walk around to the other booths.

“How are you going to be able to walk around all day with all these bags and books?”
Kaos asked.

Roar smiled. “You’ll just have to carry the stuff to the car.” He said laughing.

Kaos beamed, it would give him a break from the festival. “Okay Bruv, give it all to me and I’ll be right back.”

Roar handed him all of the things he’d accumulated and sent him on his way.

“Don’t even try to skip out on me, by staying in the car. You’re coming back; you promised me that you would hang out, Bruv. Then we’ll go to that bar and grill, you want!” Roar called after him.

Kaos grinned hopefully Chrysalis would still be there.

Roar watched his brother go off into the distance and headed for the one table he had been looking forward to all day; the book signing table of Jezebel Saunders. He grinned like an idiot, as the line moved forward quickly. From what he had heard, Jezebel was a very sweet person, always talking to fans. He couldn’t wait to meet her. Her website didn’t have a photo of her, up. He pulled out her latest release ‘Passionate Pursuit’.

Roar always checked her blog everyday for the latest on the progress of her books. He knew she was working on ‘Undercover Seduction’ the sequel to ‘Passionate Pursuit’. The line moved swiftly and the sky started to turn to purple, orange and pink. Roar breathed in the cooling air and smiled. He always loved autumn time. The Fall was when he was born, October 31, 1971. Halloween Baby!

He always loved that he was born on Halloween. Not only did he get boat loads of candy, when they were allowed to trick or treat, but he got cake and ice cream. Soon he would celebrate his birthday. Roar hoped he would be celebrating it in his birthplace, Russia. Or overseas would be nice. He and Trace had some vacation time coming up; perhaps it was time for Trace to mend fences with their younger sister Ti-Belle.

It was finally his time at the front of the line. He looked up and stopped, his grin faltering. Good Lord! Jezebel Saunders was gorgeous! Her hair was curly, but it had bright red stripes going through it. The rest of her hair was a mixture of dark and light brown. She had blue-gray eyes, full lips, the bottom one being fuller than the top. She had a button nose. Everything about her was perfect. Roar was almost afraid to speak. She was too pretty, but he had to say something! His mouth wouldn’t move. His brain had just stalled.

Jezebel looked up and almost choked on her water. The most gorgeous man she had ever seen was standing right in front of her, looking down at her. He had to be taller than 6ft. He had silver eyes, not grey but silver fringed with dark lashes. He was wearing a tank top that showed off muscular arms, both of which were covered in tattoos. He was wearing baggy jeans and work boots. He looked well put together, muscular, but lean. His hair was shoulder length; he brushed back some hair behind his ear, showing off a silver hoop.

He smiled shyly at her. Jezebel knew that she had just creamed her panties. He had a great smile, even white teeth showed between a sensuous mouth. He stepped closer to the table and put down his book. He shifted from side to side and blushed.
“Ahem, hi. Um . . . I’m a big fan. Would you please sign this?”

Gorgeous Man asked shyly and blushed. Jezebel swallowed and suddenly she couldn’t breathe! Air! She was choking on her water. She spluttered instantly. Her sister Deena gave her a hard slap on the back and water sprayed from her mouth, hitting Gorgeous Man. Jezebel’s vision blurred from all the coughing. Once the coughing fit passed, she saw a large water spot on his tank top. Water covered his neck and arms as well. Jezebel wanted the ground to swallow her whole, right then and there. She watched him wipe the spray out of his eyes. Yes, she wanted the earth to swallow her and not leave any trace!

“What is wrong with you?” Deena hissed as she smiled at the man. She handed him a napkin that was under Jezebel’s cup of water, to clean himself off.

“It’s okay, it happens.” He said.

Jezebel felt herself getting warmer than she already was. He had an accent, faint, but it was there.

“You’re Russian?” She asked, knowing she sounded stupid.

He smiled at her and her heart skipped a beat. “Yes, well my family lived in Russia. I’m Roma. And you’re British.” He said grinning.

“How could you tell!?!” Her eyes widened. She heard Deena groan. But Gorgeous Man just smiled.

“You’re accent. Um, I’m sorry to rush you, but could you sign the book.”

They both looked down. His book was covered in water. “Oh no! I’m sooo sorry. Deena could you bring me a copy of ‘Passionate Pursuit’, please.”

Deena turned away, muttering about her sister’s clumsiness. She brought out a new book, and handed it to her. “Who should I make this out to?”

“Make it out to Roar Morgan.”

“Roar…. what an unusual name.” She grinned, liking the way the name rolled off her tongue.

Roar tried to hide his grin. The way she said his name, with that husky voice of hers, sounded sexy. She finished signing the book and handed it to him. He picked up both his wet copy and took the signed book.

“Thank you.”

She opened her mouth to protest, as she saw no need for this dream man to take the soaked book with him, but he stopped her.

“I still want this copy. Call me sentimental.” He grinned.

Roar thanked her again, turned and walked away. Jezebel slumped back weakly in her chair, trying to get herself under control. She couldn’t watch him walk away. She had other fans to deal with, but oh boy, she really wanted to see if he had a great butt.