A Famous Affair

by K. B. Mallion

  “You are not alone though, are you? I am here.”

  “Yes, you are. Even if it’s only for a little while.” He embraces me into his chest, placing a loving kiss on my head. He then blows away a heavy thoughtful breath in my hair. “Right, birthday girl, I have a surprise for you. Come and see.”

  Together, we quickly walk down to one of the bedrooms. He holds the door open for me, gently ushering me in. I see a well-dressed woman, in her forties with the kindest face. She stands next to a rail of clothes, accessories and shoes. I look at Jonny with a rather confused frown.

  He is smiling at me like a big kid, pulling me further into the room. “Tonight you have your very own personal shopper. Anna here will help you choose something for tonight. She will also do your hair if you want her to.” Jonny beams.

  “Seriously, you have done all this for me?” I ask with wide eyes.

  “I wanted to treat you. Do you like it?”

  “Yes, I love it! Thank you . . . thank you.” I run up and kiss him all over his face and neck, forgetting Anna is right there. I realise I am publicly displaying my over zealous affection in front of her. I shyly look at the floor then step away from Jonny, much to his amusement.

  “Take your time and enjoy.” He blows me a kiss as he leaves the room. Anna closes the door behind him with a kind smile.

  “Okay, Mrs. Neel, come and take a look at the rail. Let’s get you trying on some fabulous clothes.”

  “Please, call me Jessica.” She smiles sweetly. Her grey eyes show such genuine kindness, helping me to instantly feel at ease with her.

  There are so many different clothes to choose from, I hardly know where to begin. Fortunately Anna is great at her job.

  “So, what sort of look are you going for tonight, Jessica? To be honest with you. I think you already look fabulous in that dress, but Mr. Riley wants you to be spoiled, so spoiled you’ll be,” she tells me with a sweet smile.

  “There is so much to choose from, though.” I declare in amazement, completely overwhelmed with all the clothes and accessories that surround me.

  “Why don’t you just choose what jumps out at you and we’ll go from there?” Anna kindly tries to coax me.

  I browse the rail. Familiarising myself with different length dresses, beautiful tops and skirts, trousers that are boot-cut or skinny fit. Then there are all the accessories and shoes in different styles and colours. I feel like I have died and gone to home shopper’s heaven.

  I think for a moment. “I want to look lovely, but not too tarty or over the top, if you know what I mean?” I say with crossed arms and a pensive frown.

  “I do, Jessica. How about a prom style dress, as they are elegant yet cutesy?”

  She holds up a couple. One is a strapless, deep brown taffeta dress with a heart shaped bodice, gathered waistband and full short skirt. The other is a black and baby pink chiffon dress with a cross front. Both are indeed stunning. I decide to just grab a handful of hangers and enjoy trying them all on.

  I go into the en suite to undress. I am happily trying on different outfits when I notice something on my back. I move up close to the large mirror and see that I have a few bite marks on my lower back; when I look down at my ass I have a couple on there, too. I have a sudden flashback of me in my drunken stupor. Shawn is having sex with me from behind. He is excited about the fact the girls are at his mum’s, and I’m too drunk to feel anything.

  He can get overly passionate with biting me when highly aroused. He has done it once before when we were on holiday in Portugal. I was so bloody angry. I didn’t speak to him for two days. Fuck! Fuck and another fuck!

  My heart goes to my mouth. How the hell will I explain this to Jonny? I hear Anna gently knocking on the door.

  “Let’s have a look then, Jessica.” I open the door. She takes one look at me and can tell there is something terribly wrong. “Whatever is the matter? Don’t you like any of the outfits?” she asks sadly.

  I can’t bring my shocked eyes to even look at her. I just shake my head in quiet disbelief. “It’s not that, Anna.”

  “What is it then?”

  I lower the black towel to ashamedly show her my back. Her sympathetic expression tells me that she now fully understands my big dilemma. I can barely speak. “Jonny will flip if he sees this.” I tell her solemnly.

  “Maybe he won’t notice them?” Anna takes a closer look.

  I quickly pull the towel back up. “I don’t know if I am able to hide them from him, possibly in the dark but what about in the morning?”

  She blinks slowly. “That I don’t know, Jessica. Maybe keep a dressing gown on?” Her kind sympathetic face makes me want to open up to her.

  “You know the situation between Jonny and I, don’t you Anna?”

  She nods gently. “Yes, I do.”

  “My husband did this last night. He got a bit carried away.”

  She tilts her head and weakly smiles. “Certainly looks that way.”

  I protectively tighten the towel around my body. “You probably think I am a complete bitch, don’t you?”

  She laughs dismissively. “Believe me sweetheart, after nineteen years in this business nothing surprises me anymore.”

  I am grateful for her diplomatic reply. “I expect you have a few tales to tell.” I say with a raised brow.

  She busily tidies the clothes rail, respectful of the garments that hang before her. “I never tell. That would be unprofessional and wrong, Jessica.”

  I try to help by putting a dress on a hanger. “I think I should tell Jonny about the bite marks.” I say, handing her the just hung dress .

  “He may not notice if you keep them covered up,” she innocently replies. I try to stop a faint smile from forming across my face. She is obviously unaware of just how close Jonny gets to me when we are in bed and we are, most certainly, always naked. Maybe she is right, though. Maybe he won’t notice the marks? Who are you trying to kid, Jessica?

  “Thanks for listening, Anna. I really appreciate it.”

  “My pleasure, but we still need to get you ready, don’t we? So get trying on some outfits . . . just avoid the lower backed ones!” I nod with a thankful smile.

  I try to put the bite marks out of my mind and start enjoying myself. Today has been hard enough. I am so pleased to be here with Jonny, in his home. So I intend to make the most of this precious time with him. Maybe there will be a right time to tell him about them later?

  Feeling a little less anxious. I choose my outfit. I decide to go for a one shouldered with drape side, knee length, Grecian style dress in a pale shimmery blue with three inch, silver, strappy heels. It’s divine!

  Anna pins my hair up, leaving a few seductive tendrils hanging down. My make-up is minimal except for smoky eyes with the darkest black mascara. I look at my transformation. After my shitty day, I am delighted with it.

  “Oh, Anna, you’ve made me feel so much better. I can’t thank you enough.” I say excitedly, checking myself out in the mirror.

  “You look simply stunning,” she says. I proudly smile back at her.

  Anna and I continue to chat for a while until I hear Jonny at the door.

  “How are you getting on in there?” he asks. I quickly open the door. Jonny looks at me with his sexy mouth slightly parted. His eyes are loving and wide. He walks in, taking hold of both my hands. “You look amazing, Dimples.”

  “You’ll have to thank Anna as I was useless choosing.” I shyly giggle.

  Jonny looks over at her. “Thanks, Anna. Please make sure that anything you thought Jessica looked great in, is hung up in that wardrobe, won’t you?”

  “Yes, Mr. Riley.” Anna nods sweetly at me.

  I look on in amazement at Jonny and then at Anna. I am clapping my hands, jumping up and down like a silly fool.

  “Seriously? I can’t believe you have just done that. Thank you for my birthday presents, Jonny.” I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him slowly and softly, not caring this time that Anna is
our audience. Jonny takes my hand and pulls me along the hallway, towards another door. He quickly opens it, never letting go of me. I look around the bedroom and although its decor is much the same as the other, this one is bigger and has a huge TV on the wall. It is obviously Jonny’s room.

  In a low, husky tone he whispers to me, “I needed to get you alone before everyone arrives.” He starts to kiss me all over my face and neck as his hands lift up my new dress. I am pinned against the door as his one hand ventures inside my thong, pushing it to the side. His finger ventures into my wet and ready sex. I begin to groan with pleasure as he slips two fingers in, pushing them in and then out, reaching into places I have never been touched before.

  I feel myself weaken at the knees. Jonny lifts my right leg, resting it on his hip; then unbuttons his jeans to reveal his impressive erection. He penetrates me without hesitation. I sigh at having him inside of me, gripping his broad shoulders for dear life as we hurriedly fuck.

  All of my weighted worries disperse because he is inside of me, filling me with all that he is. Nothing or no one can hurt me now.

  “Jessica, I just had to be inside of you.” he growls against me. With gyrating hips, he picks up the pace. My groin pushes in hard to meet his fervent thrusts. A combination of deep pushes and hard relentless pumps fuse our rampant bodies. His moans of pleasure push me over my climactic mountain; my orgasm is quick, intense and deep.

  The tensing of my muscles then takes Jonny. His rapid breathing and hot breaths on my ear, combined with him driving at speed into me, makes me feel the wave of another rising orgasm beginning to peak.

  I manage to cry out his name. He thrusts so hard my head is banging on the door. I have every single inch of him inside of me. . . . taking me.

  “Jess . . . oh, shit . . . I’m coming.” He fucks me hard until he finally explodes inside of me with immense force. We are panting and throbbing as one. Jonny rests his perspiring head onto my shoulder, breathing heavily on my neck. We are too breathless to talk or move. We stand there together, entwined and enjoying the aftershocks of our frantic fuck.

  His sweaty lips kiss my exposed shoulder. “No one makes me feel like you do, Jessica.”

  “I should hope not.” I smile, resting my head on his heated chest.

  “I can’t tell you how much I have missed you. Even with all the things which go on in my life each day, all I want is you, Jessica.”

  “I want you, too. I mean that, Jonny.” I hold him close. Everything feels so perfect that part of me doesn’t want to ever let him go.

  “We had better sort ourselves out before everyone arrives.” Jonny hands me a towel before pulling away from me.

  “Do I have ‘just fucked’ smudged eyes now?” I ask him.

  “No, you don’t,” he kisses my nose. “You look perfect.” Just how much does this man make my heart swell? I am at my happiest when I am with him. Wait! What did I just say to myself? I am at my happiest when I am with him? That’s when it hits me. All becomes crystal clear while an inner sense of calm takes hold of me. I finally realise just how much I am in love with Jonny.

  As people begin to arrive, I try to remain calm. Jonny is attentive and thoughtful, always ensuring I am feeling comfortable and treating me like his treasured princess. He has thought of literally everything to make my birthday special, from the disco to the outside caterers who are doing the cold buffet. I haven’t eaten anything since about 1:00 p.m. in Kent. I have been far too knotted up inside to eat anything. However, my appetite appears to have returned with a vengeance because I am here with Jonny.

  His friends are charming, polite and appear to like me, which comes as a huge relief. I particularly like his two oldest friends, Stephanie and Harry. Jonny went to secondary school with them. They tell me lots of funny stories about the mischief they all used to get up to.

  Stephanie tells me all about a prank they played on Harry, whose parents had gone away for the weekend. The intention was that they were going to throw a party but knowing where the spare key was hidden, they stupidly thought it would be funny to stage a burglary. They hid the TVs in the bathroom and all the kitchen things like the microwave and kettle, in the bedrooms upstairs. For added effect Jonny up tipped the bin and potatoes onto the kitchen floor. The plan was, Harry would return from football and come in via the back door, into the kitchen and then make his way into the lounge. Once there, everyone would jump out from their hiding places, shouting “SURPRISE!” However, there was a problem. Harry took one look at the kitchen, yelled “SHIT!” and ran off up the road. Everyone panicked, so when someone mentioned “What if he thinks it’s a real burglary and calls the police?” They panicked some more and frantically began to put everything back as it was before and to then go ahead with the party. Sure enough the police did arrive. Stephanie had to pretend to be Harry’s girlfriend and let the officers in to check the house. When a confused Harry walked up the path whilst the police were there, clocking all of his friends inside his house, the penny finally dropped. To say he wasn’t best pleased was an understatement.

  Oh, I do love hearing all of their stories. It gives me an idea of who Jonny really is and who he was before he became famous. Stephanie is particularly lovely to me and is more than happy to share lots of her tales with me.

  “Jonny talks about you all the time, you know?” Stephanie’s pretty freckled face looks at me as she pushes her tumbling auburn curls back off her shoulders.

  “Really?” I don’t even know why I am blushing so furiously. I am flattered and excited that Jonny does talk about me to his oldest of friends. It confirms that I really am important to him; I really do mean something to him.

  Stephanie leans into me. “I don’t mean to sound offensive here, but what do you think will happen with you two? I know you are married, Jessica, but how long can you really sustain living two lives? I really like you so please don’t take it the wrong way, but Jonny is happy and cares about you, like really cares about you. I wouldn’t want to see him hurt.” I look at her non-confrontational face and can clearly see that she cares very much about Jonny. She has a gentleness about her, even though she is being boldly upfront with me. I take no offence to her forthright, yet protective, words.

  I sigh deeply. “Only today have I realised that my life cannot carry on as it is. I know I need to think some things through and to talk about it with Jonny. You are right, things cannot carry on as they are.” I freely admit.

  Instinctively, she holds my hand. This sweet girl has only just met me, but she’s holding my hand because she sees someone who needs a friend. “You know Jonny will stick by you, whatever you decide. He’s a sensitive guy underneath all that celebrity bullshit he carries around with him, Jessica.” She glances up, looking in Erin Laurelson’s direction. It would seem I am not the only one who isn’t a big fan of Miss Sour Puss. Stephanie realises I am looking at Erin, too.

  “Don’t let that Erin get involved with you guys, she is simply poison.” Stephanie continues to watch Erin.

  “We’ve already had words. How long has she worked with Jonny?” I ask.

  “About two years. Erin and Jonny’s agent think they have his best interests at heart, but they don’t really. He is merely their pound sign on legs.” We both lean in simultaneously as we share a private but very bitchy giggle.

  “Do you ladies need another drink?” Harry is grinning at us. His green eyes are bright and his short wavy dark hair sits sweetly around his ears and neck.

  “Mmm . . . yes please. What would you like, Jess?” Stephanie asks me. I feel warm inside hearing her call me Jess in such a relaxed and familiar manner, as though we have been friends for years.

  With a smile, I ask. “A martini please, Harry.”

  “I’ll have a glass of red, make it a large one. I think I might need it as Jay Scott has just arrived,” Stephanie grimaces as she says his name.

  My eyes quickly scan the room, but I’m not actually sure who I am supposed to be looking at. “Who is Jay Sc
ott?” I ask.

  “Jonny’s agent,” Harry casually replies. “I’ll be back in a mo with those drinks.” Harry leaves us alone but not before sweetly touching Stephanie’s shoulder. It is hard not to notice the obvious warmth between them but my attention is quickly brought back to Jay Scott. Jonny has never told me his agent’s name; he always refers to him just as his agent.

  Jay Scott has in fact, always been a subject we have steered away from. Talking about him only makes Jonny angry; making me feel threatened because his agent has always been vehemently against our relationship. I am always terrified that one day, Jay Scott will get through to Jonny and that he’ll end what we have.

  I look at Stephanie. “I know how much Jonny’s agent is not approving of our relationship. I am dreading meeting him.” I tell her nervously.

  She dismisses my comment with a knowing smile. “Don’t be. Jonny may have all these muppets in his life, but they are simply there for his celebrity self. They have nothing to do with his personal life. I know Jonny. If they were to push him too hard on something he is passionate about; they will see a side of him they won’t like . . . and Jonny is passionate about you, Jessica.”

  My tense body relaxes. “Thanks, Stephanie. It means so much to me that we get on together. Jonny has talked to me about you and Harry; you are both so important to him. He tells me all the time how you guys keep him grounded.” I touch her arm gently, holding it there. Her hand is soon upon mine, our friendship silently sealed.

  “Here’s to the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” She holds up her near empty glass of red and we clink glasses.

  Jonny comes up from behind, affectionately kissing my neck. “Hey Beautiful, there is someone I’d like you to meet.” His loving kiss sends delightful little shivers all the way down my spine. Although, I am here, in his home, I still find myself pathetically missing him.

  “But Jessica and I were just getting to the part when you and Harry dared each other to cherry knock naked on Mrs. Mann’s door.” Stephanie playfully smiles at me, childishly poking her tongue out at Jonny.