by K. T Fisher
“Really?” I ask. Where does all the action happen then?
Finley scratches the back of his head, beginning to look a little awkward. “Yeah, you’re the first girl.”
I almost laugh, but I’m afraid if I do, I will hurt him. “Well, I’m honoured.”
“You’re not the only one with problems Ry.” Finley sits on the end of his bed, leaning his arms onto his knees and avoiding eye contact. “I’ve never slept with a woman.”
I tilt my head, fully confused. “You’re a virgin?” Surely he’s kidding me right? How else would he have gotten his ‘playboy’ image?
“What?” Finley’s eyes widen, before bellowing out a loud laugh. He holds his arms out to me, wanting me to join him on the bed. When I sit, he angles himself to face me. “I’m not a virgin.” He laughs.
“I did think that was a stupid question.”
He nods. “What I meant was, I’ve never slept beside a woman in bed. We have sex and then I tell her to go, or I leave.”
I stare at him for a second. “So, you’ve never shared a bed with a girlfriend?”
Finley cringes. “I’ve never had a girlfriend.”
I’m taken back by his confession. How has Finley Parker never had a girlfriend?
“How is that possible?” I’m so fucking puzzled about it.
Finley smirks. “I don’t trust anyone, most women want me because I’m famous, not because they want me.”
I suddenly feel very sad for him. I was a fool to think he was like every other man.
“But what about, you know?” I quiz, not really enjoying the topic.
“If they come here, we go to the other bedroom and they have to leave, or I go to their place or a hotel and leave straight after.” He shrugs. I’m left feeling really sorry for him.
“I’m sorry Fin.” I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry about me darlin’, I think my sex life is going to change from now.” I lightly slap his shoulder and he chuckles.
“So, where’s this other room then?” I dare to ask.
“On the opposite side of the house.” He grumbles. “Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of everything in that room.”
“Just so we’re clear, I’m never going into that slut room.” I shake my head.
“Slut room.” He laughs.
“In fact, I was wrong before. You do need to move.” I shiver. “That room is giving me the creeps.” And making me feel sick.
“I didn’t see the weirdness about it, until just now.”
“Don’t worry, you have me now.” I cuddle into his side. I can’t believe how natural this is. As soon as I decided to stop fighting this thing developing between us, it’s so much easier being around him and joining in with his flirting.
I look over my shoulder, at Finley’s bed and a heat creeps over my face. “Don’t be so shy.” Finley caresses my face.
Finley leans into me, and my breath catches as his tongue licks along my bottom lip.
“I fucking love your mouth.” He groans and then immediately kisses me and I hungrily fight back.
He lays me down and we continue to kiss until we’re out of breath. Finley looks down at me, looking really fucking happy and his signature smirk makes me want him even more, but he leans up and offers me a hand. “Come on, our dinner will be ready now.”
“Dinner?” I ask as he pulls me to my feet.
Finley nods. “I had some chefs’ cook for us, and if I don’t eat now, I’m worried I will starve in this room and only have you to feed me.”
I get his meaning and giggle. Finley really doesn’t hold back when it comes to flirting, and now that I’m willing to see where this goes, I don’t have to hide my reactions to him. We walk hand in hand as he leads me back down the stairs, and I can’t help but look curiously over to the other side, and stare at a door I see, is that the slut room?
I sit back in the chair, my belly full of delicious food. “I don’t think I can move.” I moan.
Finley laughs. “I don’t know how you ate that fudge cake.” He shakes his head.
“When it comes to chocolate, I don’t mess around.” I dip my finger in a little pool of thick chocolate sauce and slowly lift it to my mouth, casting Finley a quick look before I suck it off. Finley’s eyes are glued to my mouth and I would think he was hypnotised, if he didn’t get up from his seat and stand in front of me faster than I thought possible.
“Fuck that was hot.” He groans, standing so close to me that I can feel his erection pressing against my shoulder. Finley dips his own finger into the left over sauce and wipes it onto my bottom lip. He lifts a finger under my chin, tilting my head up and he leans closer. My eyes involuntary close as his tongue licks up the chocolate and he groans some more. “So much better.”
We go back up to his room after. I think he knows I prefer to hang out there, rather than the coldness of the rest of his home. I can’t wait to show him what I have brought with me. I know we’re going slow, and I’d like to try and keep it that way, so there’s no way I’m getting changed for bed in front of him. So I escape into his bathroom, which is also decorated in black and white but in here it doesn’t feel so bad, probably because it’s a bathroom. When I slip the shirt over my head and catch myself in the mirror, I laugh. Finley is going to love this.
I step outside, walking barefoot into Finley’s room and when I stand in his doorway, Finley’s stops in his tracks. His eyes widen and his voice seems to have disappeared. I look down at myself, and even though the shirt is funny, it is short and it’s probably the reason why Finley is finding it so hard to look at me. I can’t resist, and I glance down at his crotch to see his bulge has more than doubled.
“I take it you like?” I pose with my hand on my hip.
“I like my face being so close to your boobs.” He tilts his head, observing me. I’m wearing the shirt that my sister got for me, the one with Finley’s face on it that I found so funny. I wanted to wear it for Finley and I thought he would find it funny, but it seems it’s turning him on and the way he’s looking at me is having the same effect. He’s looking at me as if I’m all he sees, and it’s making me feel fucking amazing.
I step closer inside his room and Finley watches me. “Finley?”
He shakes his head. “Sorry, I can’t stop staring.”
I laugh in embarrassment as I sit on the bed. Finley’s eyes are still watching me. “Finley.” I laugh. “You’re making me kind of uncomfortable.”
His eyes widen and he quickly sits next to me. “Fuck, I’m sorry. It’s just,” He sighs heavily. “Shit Ry, I’ve never seen anyone as hot as you.”
I hide my face behind my hands. “Stop it.”
Finley reaches up and removes my hands. “Why? It’s the truth. Just look at you!”
I shake my head. “May I remind you of your ‘slut room’?” I cringe as soon as I say it. I hate thinking about that room. The things he has done in there with so many women.
Finley frowns. “None of them will ever live up to you, Riley. I mean that.”
I take in a deep and calming breath, this is all seeming a bit too much and we’re going a little too fast. I look around the room. “So I’m really the first girl in here, huh?”
“You are.” Finley nods.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?” Please don’t say the fucking slut room!
“Right here.” He pats the bed.
“And what about you?” I ask, and he pats the bed again.
“Right here with you.” His eyes burn bright.
“You’re going to sleep with me?” I’m shocked. Finley nods, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. “You’ve never slept with anyone, are you sure?”
Finley leans close, biting down on my bottom lip. “You fucking bet.”
“Just sleeping?” I ask and Finley chuckles.
“Juts sleeping.” He nods.
I’ve been awake for hours, and I am tired but right now I don’t give a shit. Riley fell aslee
p three hours ago and all I’ve been fucking doing is watching her. I feel like some shit stalker, but I can’t help it. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and to have her next to me, finally accepting what we could be feels fucking amazing. I can’t believe she wore that shirt. I know she wore it as a joke, but when I saw it on her I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She looked hot as hell!
I’m shocked as fuck that I’m enjoying myself, just sleeping next to Riley, than I have ever done sleeping with a random woman in the slut room, as Riley has now labelled it.
I shuffle around in the bed a little, my hard cock beginning to feel a little painful as I lie next to Riley. I’m pretty sure it would hurt her if I was to hit her with it. So I roll back and try and get some sleep. I’m pretty sure I would freak her out if she woke up to see me staring at her.
Chapter Eighteen
Today April is helping me work on my album and I’m glad I have her with me. She’s keeping me focussed on what we need to do because otherwise, I think I’d be just thinking about Finley all the time. I had a great time at his place the other night, the food was amazing but it was everything else that made the night even better. After Finley got over the shirt I was wearing, we were laughing and having a great time. We even posted a few snapchats and photos on Instagram that drove our fans wild. I respected that Finley kept to his word, an even though we kissed, and we kissed a lot, he didn’t push further and accepted that nothing more than ‘sleeping’ would be happening in the bed.
“Ok, so we have five full length songs here already.” April beams.
“Remember the song Lunacy let me have.” I remind her and she claps.
“Yes! That makes six.” April cheers.
“Now we just have the rest of the album.” I grumble. “Writing an album is hard.”
April sits back on the sofa, looking down at all my squiggly notes. “We have enough here to finish the album Riley, your notes are awesome!”
I scrunch up my face, not quite believing her. “I feel like something’s missing though.”
“We have some pop on there and a hint of rocky pop.” April winks. “Maybe a dance track?”
I sit up straight. “Yeah, that is what’s missing. I do love a dance tune.”
“Perhaps you could give Noah and Rory a ring?” April wiggles her eyebrows.
“Finley’s brothers?” I squeal. “Would Finley allow that?”
April laughs. “You don’t need Finley’s approval. From what I’ve been hearing, they’ve been asking to work with you.”
“Really?” I laugh. “I love their music.”
April takes out her phone, scrolls through it for a couple of seconds and then hands it to me. “Call them.”
I look down at her phone and shake my head. “If I’m going to work with them, then they either ask me or I wait to talk with Finley first.” April nods, tucking her phone away. “Anyway, if I were to work with them, everyone would think I’m using Finley’s family for my own selfish reasons.”
“No they won’t.” April argues, but her face transforms into a devious smile. “I have a new idea for a song.”
“And what is that?” I dread to ask.
“A love song.” She sighs. “A girl falling for a man who she never thought would be perfect for her.”
I narrow my eyes at April. “I think that’s been done too many times.”
“Maybe.” April giggles.
We continue to put songs together, making sense of my book of notes. April seems to think it’s made of gold however, I’m not so sure but at least she’s helping me.
“So, I’m inviting you to girl’s night.” April announces as she collects her things as we get ready to leave the studio.
“Girls night?” I quiz.
April nods excitedly. “Grace and Lily wanted me to ask you to come along. It’s most of the girls surrounding our family and our friends. It will be fun, bring a friend or two?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh come on.” She frowns. “Please?”
Who am I kidding? I need a good night out.
“I’ll bring my friend, Cassie.” I nod and April beams in happiness.
We leave the studio together, and I’m not surprised to see a couple of paparazzi standing at the gate. Our cars are parked side by side. April wraps her arms around me. “See you Friday night!” She sings into my ear and then jumps into her car.
When I get home, I find Cassie on the sofa, binging on her latest TV show. She agrees to the Friday girl’s night as soon as I ask her and dives right into choosing outfits for the both of us. Later that night, Finley sends me a text.
Finley: I heard you’re having a girls night
Me: That was quick!
Finley: News spreads quickly in my family darlin’. I’m happy you’re getting to know them all
Me: I can’t turn down a good night out
Finley: I’ll pick you up and you can spend the night at mine
Me: I don’t think that counts as a girls night
Finley: Probably not, but I need you in my bed again
Me: Can’t argue with that x
“We need to go shopping!” Cassie screams from her bedroom and I laugh.
“You go shopping.” I argue and she stomps out from her room.
“No, you need to be there to try on what I pick out for you.” She orders. “Tomorrow, we go shopping. No arguing.”
I sit down on the sofa and return to texting to Finley. I love to flirt with him like this and I know he does too. I’m looking forward to the girls night out, especially now that Finley wants me to go back to his place again.
Cassie claps her hands, an approved, wide grin plastered on her face. “I really do know how to make you look amazing!”
I look at my reflection, turning from side to side. “I don’t know, is too much?”
My best friend circles me. “It’s not enough if you ask me.”
Cassie has me wearing a t-shirt dress, it’s a faded black colour with the Guns N Roses picture logo. The black shirt sits on the middle of my thighs, and she has me wearing a black corset to accentuate my waist with black thigh high heeled boots. I have on a black choker, dark makeup and my hair is pulled up into a slick high ponytail.
“You look hot babe.” She shakes her head. “Stop second guessing yourself. Finley is going to fall on his knees when he sees you.”
“And who are you dressing to impress?” Cassie is wearing a figure hugging red dress and she’s looking very sexy. “You always did say wear red to catch his attention.”
Cassie avoids my eyes and fixes her own makeup. “I just want to look good.”
I call bullshit, but I let her carry on with her secrets.
I receive a text from April, letting me know that she’s in the car outside. When Cassie and I go downstairs to meet her, a driver is holding the door open to a blacked out car and April waves, ushering me inside and this is when I notice Lily is also inside. She grins over excitedly. “Are you excited for tonight?” She asks.
“She needs a good night out.” Cassie answers before I can.
Lily laughs. “Then it’s a good job she’s coming out with us.”
I feel my phone vibrating in my handbag and I’m glad to see a text message from Finley.
Finley: Have a good night out, let me know when and where you want me to pick you up
Me: I will x
The music is loud in the car, and we sing and dance as much as we can do with our seatbelts on. There is a huge crowd of paparazzi outside of the club and Lily grumbles about it. Lily is dressed to kill tonight, her bright blonde hair is curling down her back and her black dress shows off, just the right amount of cleavage. April is wearing skin tight leather leggings and a black cropped top that covers all of her boobs and hangs loosely around her stomach, showing some of her skin but not too much.
“Heads down and walk fast girls.” Lily advises just before the driver opens the door and what seems like a thousand flashes lig
ht up our faces. They shout our names as we walk through the wall of security the club provides, and once we’re inside we breathe a sigh of relief.
We meet the rest of the girls in the V.I.P section, they have our drinks ready and waiting and Grace runs over to me, passing me mine. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She squeals.
Grace runs to Cassie and greets her and then introduces me to the girls I haven’t met before. Among them is Demi, she’s the only daughter of Decoy band member Max, and she’s the sister of Lily’s band mate, Caleb. She smiles as she makes her way over to me, and I’m actually taken back by her beauty. I can tell she’s hardly wearing any makeup, her jet black hair hangs straight down her back and I can already tell that I’m going to get on with her.
“Hi.” She stands right in front of me. “I’m so glad I’m finally meeting you!”
“And you.” I smile and Demi giggles, I can already see she’s tipsy.
Grace, April, Lily and Demi have all brought along a couple more friends, so altogether there’s around twelve of us. They all greet me and they all seem pretty nice. The drinks are flowing and as typical girls, there are photos taken and Snapchats posted. Men start to look up at our section, watching us dance and try to catch our attention, but it isn’t happening and I’m actually proud of the rest of the girls. They don’t take an interest in any of the chanting or shouting from the men staring, they carry on as if they aren’t there. It’s what girls night is all about. Lily spends a lot of time with Cassie and me and as Jason Derulo’s, Swalla plays, she hooks her arm around me and bumps her waist into mine as she sings the lyrics.
As the night goes on, some of the girls call it a night but I’m still having a lot of fun. My boots are beginning to hurt my feet, so I take a five minute rest and Grace comes over to join me. “Hey.” She smiles, and even though I’m drunk, I can tell Grace is even more so.
“Hey Grace.”
“You having a good time?” She asks.
“I really am.” I finish my drink and place the empty glass on the table, Grace immediately lifts her hand towards a waiter and he quickly replaces it with a full glass of champagne.
