No Strings (Broken Strings) Read Free

part of the pre-nuptial.” Poppy Croft was the Fusion’s publicist and
all-round media advisor.
    Grey raged as his face began to redden with anger. “The
bastard - He didn’t even wait until I have been out of the country less than
twenty-four hours before playing dirty.” Grey knew in his gut who would be
behind such a leak.
    John Bailey – or the devil as he and his brothers likened
him to did not approve of their lifestyle of jet setting around the world
playing music rather than taking on the responsibilities within the family
companies. 
    As the oldest, he viewed Grey as the instigator of the rebellion
when he allowed Ethan and Noah join his band once they hit eighteen. Grey could
hear his father’s lecturing speech even now – You’re the one that should have
known better and discouraged them from getting involved in the hectic touring
schedule of a successful rock star.
    Now after months of avoidance, Grey had conceded to focus on
bringing the Bailey name to the next generation as soon as possible on the
condition as Freya and Olivia were left out of his warped arranged marriage
ideas for them. At least that is how Grey wanted it to appear.  He had a plan
to teach his father’s a lesson once and for all.
    His father had handpicked Caitlin Harper for the job
himself. She was the daughter of one of his friends with the same social standing
and business assets as the Baileys, something that mattered above all else to
my father. It didn’t matter that his son didn’t have any feelings for her.  The
decay of two further marriages since the bitter divorce between his mother and
father showed just how emotionally hardened he had become. Now he only found enjoyment
from ruthless business takeovers and making his current wife’s life a misery.
Grey actually felt sorry for the woman, especially after the discovery of his
father’s latest deceptions.
    The villa was the first piece of property he had ever bought
with his own hard-earned cash. He had not wanted its purchase tainted by the
family fortune his life was otherwise hindered by.  He loved the sound of the
crashing waves just a few hundred yards from his bedroom and tranquillity of
the secluded beach. It was his escapism from the hollowness of duty and honour
that his father continuously lectured about whenever he saw yet another made up
newspaper story Grey’s life. 
    Striding determinedly into his
bedroom, Grey grabbed his mobile from off his dresser and started dialling his
father’s number.  Predictably, his call was diverted straight to voicemail,
leaving a strongly worded message he threw the electronic device down against
the wooden surface and head into the bathroom for a long shower.
    Sometime later, he emerged dressed and ready for a drink.
    “I don’t want any company tonight.” Grey announced as he
noted Hayden and Adam make a move from their seats to grab their jackets.
    “Grey, going out alone without us is probably not the best
way to be alone. What if anyone recognises you? Least if we are in the background
we can get you out before a crowd shows up.”  Adam spoke.
    Sighing, Grey nodded. “Ok you can come, but I want you to keep
out of my hair.  I need some space rather than feeling as I’m being babysat,
understood?” He didn’t mean to sound such an arsehole, but lately the lack of
privacy had been getting to him more than usual.
    “Of course, Grey.”
    “Fine, then let’s get out of here.”
    Arriving outside a seafood restaurant frequented mostly by
the locals, Grey instructed the men to remain nearby for a couple of hours but
to head back to the villa unless he messaged them by then. Reluctantly they
agreed.
    The restaurant was a place he frequented whenever he was on
the island, and the owner and waiters knew who he was but thankfully drew no
attention to it.
    Stepping inside, he was greeted warmly by the owner who had
been talking with another customer close to the door.  The place was buzzing
with activity, with