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.