A Famous Affair

by K. B. Mallion

  “Oh, sorry . . . this is Lydia.” Embarrassed, I touch Lydia’s hand by way of an apology for not introducing her.

  “Pleased to meet you, Lydia. So Jessica, would you and your friend care to join me?” He seems anxious, looking at me with pleading eyes.

  “It has been a really long day. I think we are going to head off to bed soon, but thanks for the offer anyway,” I coolly answer. Lydia looks at me and then at him. When she looks back at me she is giving me a wide-eyed look, her brows twitch as her eyes try to do the talking for her.

  “Just one drink before bed won’t kill us, Jess?” Lydia suggests. I glare at her but cannot say a single fucking word.

  “I know you are leaving tomorrow, and I have a script reading in the morning, too. But I would love to have a quick drink with you, Jessica.” Jonny Riley’s eyes once again plead to me. Between him and Lydia, I feel trapped.

  My shoulders slump in reluctant defeat. “Just one drink then,” I quietly mumble.

  “Great, me and Beef will go on up and I’ll see you in five minutes or so?” He smiles that same delicious smile at me. I feel nauseous with excitement when I know I shouldn’t.

  “See you in five minutes,” I pretend to sound pleased. I look up at him and quickly have to look away. Shit! What is this man doing to me? When I know he is safely out of earshot, I grab Lydia’s hand. “Why did you say that? I can’t go to his room, Lydia . . . it would be wrong,” I angrily say.

  “It’s just a drink, darling, and besides . . . I am with you. We shall go, be polite and then leave,” she assures me.

  “I cannot go to Jonny Riley’s room. This is utter madness, Lydia.” In frustration I pick up my wine glass and gulp it all back.

  “That’s my girl. Now come on Jessica, you have Mr. Gorgeous waiting for you.” Don’t get me wrong, I have always loved the naughty side of Lydia, but even I am completely taken aback by how terribly corrupt she actually is. She knows Shawn, and yet, she is encouraging me to go up to Jonny Riley’s room.

  It is just a drink Jessica. You’ll be fine. I try to calm myself. Only deep down I know I won’t be fine. The truth is, I don’t think I can trust myself alone with him, he is just so bloody desirable. I feel drawn to him and we’ve only just met. The whole situation is utterly ridiculous. It is the stuff of dreams for a woman who is not married. The words he wrote, the flowers, and now an invite to his room; it is all just so intoxicatingly tempting, yet, incredibly wrong.

  “Jessica, let’s go.” Lydia starts to walk and I reluctantly follow.

  As we get to the lift, my heart is pounding. Thoughts are invading my head. I can barely put one foot in front of the other. What are you doing, Jessica? This is wrong, wrong, wrong. You can’t possibly go to another man’s room and definitely not Jonny Riley’s room. What about Shawn? What about your girls? What about your own pathetic conscience? My thoughts are screaming at me! It is because of these thoughts that I know I just can’t do it.

  “Lydia, listen to me, I am not going to his room. You will have to go up, tell him, and explain why. I am married, and this is wrong. I mean, this is Jonny Riley, who we always joked about, saying he was one of the celebs we’d most like to shag. I can’t and won’t do it. He probably does this sort of shit all the time, in order to woo some wannabe or someone who wants to say they have fucked Jonny Riley. Well, I’m not that girl. I am going to bed and that is final.” My voice is shaky but with an undertone of stubborn intent. I look firmly at Lydia. She needs to understand that I am not changing my mind. Ever!

  “Darling, a simple no would have been fine, you know? I understand . . . I really do. I will go up and tell him, don’t worry.” Her genuine concern relaxes me just a little. I wasn’t ready to argue about it right now. I am exhausted, emotional, and tense. I need to be alone.

  The lift stops on floor two and its doors open. I step out quickly, looking at Lydia with relief as the door closes. I know Lydia thinks I am insane; Lydia lives for moments such as this. She lives for that buzz of all things new and exciting, particularly the feelings with someone new. Her lack of commitment in relationships means she has no true loyalty to a man. The thought of being with one man for the rest of her life, scares the hell out of her. So she has convinced herself that she just won’t ever do it.

  I am not like that, though. I married Shawn because I love him. I can’t throw that all away because a celeb, that I happen to fancy the shit out of, has sent me a bunch of flowers. Which is why I am going to get back to the safety of my room, then tomorrow, I will return to my wonderful husband.

  I fumble around in my bag, getting the key out. Our hotel room is my neutral ground, I feel safe now. I grab my phone, feeling the need to send a message to Shawn. I know it is late but I feel I need to text him anyway.

  Hey Handsome, just got back in from sushi and show. I know you are probably asleep but I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

  Night night. Love yoooooooou

  Jessica xxxx

  I place the phone on the little table by the side of my bed. That’s when the sweet scent of the beautiful flowers Jonny Riley sent, floats from across the room. A growing feeling of unease invades my perplexed mind. I walk towards the window, looking down at the lit up street below. The sound of the city at night takes my mind off things. I can see the pedestrians, still busily going about their nightly business. I have never understood the fascination with city life. I prefer a slower pace where people see you on the street and actually notice if you are smiling, sad, or deep in thought.

  Here, everyone just seems to be in such a hurry. They ignore many of the people they encounter every single day. It’s the little moments that count to me. Like seeing a child’s face light up when they see a bird in the sky. Or, how a simple, kind gesture can mean so much to someone. Paths have crossed for only a split second, yet that fleeting moment, can make or break someone’s day.

  My thoughts are interrupted by a quiet knock to the door. I notice Lydia’s room key has been left on the table which means she can’t let herself in. I quickly rush to open it.

  Fuck! Fuckety Fuck!

  Jonny Riley is sheepishly looking at me, unsure of himself. I notice him awkwardly grasping his hands in front of him. “Jessica, will you let me at least talk to you and preferably not in the hotel lobby?” he asks, swallowing hard.

  “I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” I answer. I can see how he is nervously looking left and right. When he speaks, it is soft and quiet.

  “Just five minutes, please? I don’t want someone seeing me hanging outside a hotel room.” His eyes are dull; his smile is slight as he speaks.

  I tut. “Five minutes.” I open the door wider and he quickly steps in. Now I am the one who is fumbling with her hands. I stand near the door, suddenly too scared to freely walk around my own hotel room. Johnny Riley stands by the foot of one of the beds, looking around the room.

  “This is a nice room,” he says. What the hell? That’s what you’ve come to tell me . . . I have a nice bloody room?

  “Can I ask why you are here?” I coolly respond.

  He stands looking at me. “I wanted to talk to you, Jessica.”

  “About what exactly?”

  He laughs to himself, bowing his head: then looks back at me. God, he is so sexy. His smouldering hazel eyes make me melt. His hair, slightly ruffled up, complements the neat shirt and jeans he is wearing tonight. My heart is pounding, but I can’t allow my cool façade to thaw in front of him.

  “Well, that’s a very good question, Jessica. I really don’t know what to talk about with you. I suppose I just want to get to know you a little. What I can tell you though, is since you literally bumped into me earlier today, I can’t get you out of my fucking head. It sounds cheesy as hell, but it’s the truth.” He looks boyishly embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “But, I am married. I don’t understand, why me? You could probably have any model, singer, actress, . . . any woman, in fact. Why the interest in me? I just
don’t get it.” I’m nervously rubbing my fingers on my red dress.

  “Jessica, just because someone is famous doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings anymore. They don’t stop being human, you know. Who knows why anyone wants to get to know someone? They just do,” Jonny tells me with a small smile.

  “So, what do you want from me? I keep telling you, I am married. I am a mother to two daughters. I don’t understand any of this.” I turn my back on him, but he’s soon standing right in front of me.

  “Do you think I do this sort of thing all the time, Jessica? I am not the man you see in the films or on the telly. I am here, right here and now. When I met you, I felt something. I know you are married, but I knew I had to talk to you before you left tomorrow. I certainly don’t make a habit of buying married women flowers and trying to get them to have a drink with me . . . although having said that, my mum is quite partial to a bunch.” Again he laughs. I feel my coolness towards him leaving me at rapid speed.

  “I imagine that you, Jonny Riley, shouldn’t have to try too hard at all.” I return his warm smile. He holds my gaze; I quickly distract myself by walking over to the small coffee table, which holds the bouquet he sent me. “The flowers, by the way, are beautiful, thank you.”

  He strolls across the floor, smirking as he does. “Now, we are finally getting somewhere; the ice is melting.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “You . . . you are trying so hard not to like me, but I know that you do, Jessica.”

  “How can I like you? I don’t even know you. I only know the Jonny Riley we all see in films and on the telly,” I tell him with a dismissive shrug to my shoulders.

  “That is true, but I know you are feeling something, Jessica.” His words and eyes penetrate me from where he stands.

  “Yes, I am feeling incredibly annoyed with an actor’s ego the size of a double-decker bus.” I roll my eyes.

  His deeply delicious laugh fills the room. “That is exactly what I like about you, Jessica. You treat me as a person, not a celebrity. When you went at Beef earlier, I loved that feistiness. It is not often a woman does that around me. I find it refreshing,” he says with an erotic edge to his words.

  “So, basically people kiss your ass all the time?”

  He nods his head. “Pretty much. Women want to be on your arm if you are the next big thing, and will drop you when the next one comes along. It can be a fickle business, Jessica.”

  I sigh, pausing before I speak, for I am unsure what to say next. I understand he likes me because I am ‘normal’ but I still don’t know what, exactly, Jonny Riley wants from me. As if he knows what I am thinking. He walks towards me, looking at me intently. Shit!

  “I know you are married, I get that. But I can’t deny how I feel. It has been a long time since someone’s captured my interest, Jessica,” Jonny says, his eyes searching my face.

  “So, what do you do when you lose interest?” The worry shows on my face, I don’t even know why I am asking that question. Or, why I am so fearful of the answer.

  “You never know how things are going to pan out; there are never guarantees in life. I never like a relationship to end, but if it does; it is usually for a good reason.” He moves closer to me; I smell him, a masculine freshness, so comforting, so fucking arousing.

  His eyes look at me with a subtle hunger. My eyes are focused only on his lips. They look so perfectly soft and kissable; they absolutely scream ‘KISS ME’! I want to move but I am rooted to the spot, paralysed by desire. I am taking in every sweet moment, Jonny Riley so very close, gorgeous, in my hotel room, and wanting me.

  He is mesmerising because he is utterly charming and warm. Part of me wishes he were an arrogant bastard, it would be so much easier to resist him . . . but he’s not. He has a softness to him; for someone so famous he is very grounded, too.

  I find him incredibly sexy. . . . incredibly sinful.

  “Jessica, I want to kiss you right now,” he whispers, edging closer.

  “Even if I wanted to, you know I can’t.” My eyes look over his shoulder. I don’t want to look at him. I daren’t. I am trying so hard to sound convincing but I’m a mass of contradictions. My body wants to merge with his but my mind is telling it otherwise. Don’t give in! Don’t give in!

  Jonny’s hands reach for mine. “Look at me, Jessica.”

  “I can’t,”

  “Why?” he asks.

  “Because you’ll know that I am lying.” I guiltily look to the ground.

  “You want me too, don’t you?” he asks, gently pulling up my chin so our eyes are fixed upon one another.

  “Yes, I do, but I am married to someone I love. I have two daughters. This is wrong.” I pull my face from his fingertips, trying to turn away. He grabs my hand, clasping both his hands around mine, pulling me into him. His face is seriously sincere, yet veiled with desire.

  “I know you’re scared, Jessica. This is madness. If someone had told me I would be here in this room with you now when I woke up this morning, I wouldn’t have believed them. Yet, here we are. I don’t know what it all means, but I want you, Jessica.” Jonny’s words grab at my emotions.

  He nervously kisses my lips; soft and deliberately slow. My lips ache for more. Our kiss is sensual yet gentle. My body begins to relax into him, as his arms cradle me into his chest. He holds me firmly against his body, intoxicatingly close.

  My need for him quickly becomes more desperate. Our lips press harder together as the kiss becomes deeper, more passionate . . . more heavenly.

  One of his hands snakes up my back; his other is lacing its fingers through my hair, doing teasing little pushes which bring our lips harder together in aroused eagerness. My hands pull on his ass to bring his pelvis into my craving groin. The contracting ache between my legs is fiercely strong. The longing I now have for him is taking me over . . . completely and utterly taking me over.

  Our tongues circle around each other, wanting to savour the taste of one another, my fingers run through his hair, playfully pulling on it as I thrust my brazen pelvis into his. My other hand feels its way over his exquisite, yet new and foreign anatomy. Even through his clothes I can feel his toned, muscular body. I begin to kiss his neck, my lips lightly brushing across his intoxicating skin. God, he smells so good!

  Kissing his earlobe, I teasingly bite it gently. He groans as I continue to kiss his neck harder until our lips are locked once again. He lifts me up, carrying me over to the bed. He lays me down, lying on top of me, and kissing my neck as he cups my ample breast. Even though I am still fully clothed, I feel deliriously sensitive to his touch. His hand traces over my body. When he reaches the bottom of my dress, he hitches it up so he can relish in what he sees underneath. He kisses my belly. Moans of pleasure fill the darkened room as his lips graze across my exposed stomach.

  My hands are momentarily at a loss until I reach down and feel his soft hair. His feather like kisses almost tickle so I writhe under him, grabbing the bed sheets with my fists, as waves of hungry lust wash over me. He starts to kiss my groin. I arch my back and daringly push it into his face, He grabs my hips to hold me still, inhaling deeply on my womanly scent; teasingly nipping at my damp thong. My legs open wide, in submissive delight when he starts to nuzzle hard into my mound, I whimper in sweet euphoria. I am so aroused and we haven’t even removed a stitch of clothing yet.

  He kisses my inner thighs, moving slowly to the outside. I feel his tiny little bites and his hands caressing my legs. I lie there, feeling like I am floating upon a cloud of passion. The dull ache is replaced by a succession of vibrating throbs. I search for him with my hands. He kisses my palm whilst his other hand gently clasps around mine, allowing him to pull himself up to face me.

  “You okay?” Jonny asks me. I breathlessly nod. “You are so fucking beautiful, Jessica. There is something very special about you.” I place my finger on his lips to stop his words.

  “Ssshhhh . . . kiss me . . . now!” I demand.

 
; He bends down, giving me a delicate, cherishing kiss, which lingers. I cup his face with my hands, pushing my wanting body up into him. I long to kiss him hard, once again. That’s when I hear my mobile vibrating on the bedside table. We stop kissing for a moment, looking at one another. Then we hear a knock on the door. “It’s only me, Jessica.” Fuck! It’s Lydia.

  “Shit, I forgot about Lydia.” I quickly stand up, guiltily pulling the bed sheets smooth.

  “Now will you come to my suite with me?” Jonny asks, giving me a cuddle from behind. I continue to brush the bed sheets down, smoothing my dress with my shaky hands.

  “Right now I need to let Lydia in.” I playfully pull him off my back, smiling at him before heading for the door. He stands there, brushing his fingers through his hair, trying to look presentable before Lydia comes in.

  I quickly open the door. “Lydia, I am so sorry. I forgot you didn’t have the key.” She slowly walks in with a wry smile plastered all over her face.

  “That’s okay, darling. I have been in Jake’s room for a while anyway,” she says.

  “Oh . . . that’s great, Lydia.” I feel awkward and incredibly guilty.

  “Well, Lydia, I don’t mean to be rude but it would seem I have squatted in your room long enough, I shall leave you to relax. It has been a pleasure meeting you.” Jonny walks towards the door, but not before flashing that fuckaliscious smile of his at her.

  “Oh, the pleasure is all mine, darling,” Lydia purrs back, giving me a cheeky grin.

  I walk with him as he takes my hand. “Will you come?” That worried Jonny Riley look greets me once again, but this time there is no need.

  “Yes . . . yes, I will.” He squeezes my hand before letting go.

  “Lydia, I am going to pop up to the third floor, okay?” I say in a raised voice.

  “Carry on, darling, I won’t wait up. This girlie needs some beauty sleep. I expect I’ll see you in the morning,” she says, as I quietly pull the door shut.

  We walk to the lift like excited teenagers. As we stand in the lift I touch his hand. He touches me only slightly with his fingertips. As electric as our touch is, he seems nervous. . . . aloof.