by Bowman, Dara
He waves the manila envelope in his hand. “Contract, remember?”
“But, I thought one of your people would send it over?”
Something flashes across his eyes, and I wonder if I hurt his feelings. The emotion is gone quickly, and he pushes his glasses back up his nose and gives a careless shrug.
“Sometimes I like to do shit myself so I know it gets done.”
My skin is buzzing from being so close to him, and I am torn as to what to do. I have to invite him inside now. I can’t stand out here and sign the papers, but the idea of Dom being inside my home, and mere feet from my bedroom, sends my mind into a tizzy.
I need to get a hold of myself. Dom Dresden is an arrogant prick. Have I forgotten how he tried to kiss me without even asking last night?
“Alright, well, why don’t you come on inside so I can sign everything.”
Dom doesn’t respond, but just follows me into the building. I’m sure he lives in some amazing house or condo, and I wonder what he’ll think of my small apartment.
He follows me up the steps to the second floor, and I let us in.
I drop my purse down on a chair, and head into the kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink?” I ask, as I take out a bottle of water for myself. He sees the bottle and nods at it.
“Water would be great.”
I take out a second one, and hand it to him. He twists off the top, and I can’t help but watch the way his lips wrap around the bottle as he takes a long swig.
I am losing my mind.
I take a sip of my own water, and motion for him to follow me to the dining room.
“Nice place,” he says.
I laugh, “I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you have.”
“Actually, my house isn’t all that great. I’m hardly there and it feels really cold. A hotel room feels warmer to me.” He stops himself, as if he’s already shared too much.
“Oh, well. I’m really sorry to hear that.”
I look around my little apartment, and try to see it through a stranger’s eyes. It’s nicely decorated, and I guess it is a decent size for LA. We have a great balcony, filled with plants and flowers. I can’t imagine living somewhere that didn’t feel like home. The thought is depressing.
As Dom spreads out the papers, I suddenly realize I don’t have a pen. I pop up out of my seat, and in my haste, I brush against Dom’s body. His muscles are so hard and defined, and my nipples actually harden from touching him. My head is spinning, and I actually glare at him for being so sexy. I hate that he has this affect on me.
He tears his glasses off his face and drops them on the table.
“What?” he demands angrily.
“Nothing!”
I hurry to find a pen.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m not looking at you like anything,” I lie.
“Whatever. Let’s just sign these damn papers.”
“I still don’t know why you brought them yourself,” I mutter. This would be a lot easier if I were just signing something for a courier.
Dom jumps up from the table. “Because maybe I wanted to fucking see you, okay? Happy now?”
I stand there, floored, wondering if I heard correctly.
“You wanted to see me?” I say each word slowly, as if I’ve never heard them strung together in that order before. If he didn’t think I was stupid before, he certainly does now.
“Yes,” he growls, moving towards me.
I freeze, and I know that if I let him, he is going to kiss me. Every ounce of my being is singing for Dom, but I know that he is completely wrong for me.
I put my hands out to stop him, and he looks at me with confusion and disbelief.
“Don’t,” I whisper. I’m shaking now, and I know he can tell.
He cocks his head to the side. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious, Dom. Don’t come any closer.”
“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes and mutters, “Bull shit,” as he sits back down. “Let’s sign these,” he snaps.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say sarcastically. “Now, you’re going to be an asshole because I wouldn’t let you kiss me.”
“Whatever,” he spits, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Well, neither do I!” I say hotly. “If I didn’t want you to kiss me yesterday, why would I want you to kiss me today?”
I’ve wounded his pride, but I don’t care.
“Just drop it,” he hisses. “I don’t know why I bothered.”
I stomp over to the table and sign my name on the four different documents. I can see they’re already signed and stamped by Diesel’s management.
“Don’t you want to go over them?” he asks incredulously.
“No. I’m sure it’s all fine.”
“I really think I should review them with –”
“No!” I snap. I’m furious at this point and I just want Dom out of my apartment. He’s all-wrong here. He’s much too dangerous to be in my safe haven. After Sid, I made a rule about having bad boys in my sanctuary, and I need to start following my own rules.
“Have it your way.”
He sweeps up the papers, leaves my two copies, and stalks to the door.
“Dom-”
I want to apologize and explain, to tell him that I’m so screwed up for a reason. I know I must be coming off as hot and cold, salivating over him one minute and then snapping at him the next.
He looks at me expectantly, but the words die in my throat. I run my hand over my messy hair and sigh.
“Thanks for bringing the contract by. It was really nice of you.”
“Nice is my middle name,” he says acidly.
Okay, he is really pissed.
“You might want to look it over,” he smirks, before giving me one last piercing look with those green eyes. Then he slips his shades back on, and walks out my door.
Chapter Seven
Dom
My feet can’t take me down the stairs fast enough. I burst out of the apartment building and stalk toward my car. I stop for a moment to catch my breath, and try to shake Annie out of my head.
She looked even hotter dressed down tonight and I had a hard time keeping myself in check. I guess she made it easy by turning me down.
Again...
What the fuck?
Honestly, I had no business trying to make another move on her, but I thought for sure yesterday had been a fluke. There was no way she was going to turn me down a second time. No girl ever has.
But Annie Winter shot me down again, and my ego has taken a hard enough hit. I got the message. The little cock tease didn’t want it tonight. Fine. There are plenty of other girls that will be more than happy to have a piece of Dom Dresden.
I’m a jerk. I know it. But nice guys finish dead last. You have to take what you want in this life.
I slam the door after climbing into my car, and speed out of the parking lot.
What was I thinking coming here?
Did I hope Annie would fall all over me?
Did I expect her to weep with gratitude?
“Ridiculous,” I mutter.
I speed away chuckling to myself about Annie not reading the contract. Serves her right. After I had called the band’s manager early this morning, I explained how Annie had the most rocking voice. We had a new song we were working on that features a female voice, and we originally intended on using our old lead backup singer before she got engaged. I also had a raunchy music video in mind, and Annie just signed her agreement to sing the song and to film the video after the tour.
Had I known she wasn’t going to read the damn contract, I would have thrown some other things in there. Such as, “no clothes allowed to be worn on the tour bus.”
I picture Annie walking around naked, and I promptly get hard.
I curse under my breath, willing my erection to go down, but it fights against my jeans.
“Jesus,” I mutter
.
I could go home and take care of it, thinking of Annie, but I don’t want to give her the unknown satisfaction of me jerking off to her. I’m ten minutes from my house, and I quickly scroll through my phone while trying to keep my eyes on the road.
I’m trying to find one of my girls who lives nearby.
Jackpot!
I find Brittany’s number in my phone, she’s a busty blonde who lives with her swinger millionaire husband down the street from my house.
I hit Call and wait for her to pick up.
“Hey Dom baby,” she purrs into the phone.
Better than I could have hoped for.
“Hey, Britt. I got a bit of a problem,” I say into the phone, dropping my voice so it sounds sexy.
“Hmmm. Can I help you?” Her voice whimpers over the line. She knows I only call for one thing.
“I hope so, baby. It’s going to be really hard to solve.”
She laughs in her throaty voice, catching my innuendo.
“Oh, I think I’m up for the challenge.”
I bite my lip, and let out a low moan. I need to get my ass home, now.
“I’ll be home in ten minutes.”
“Meet you there,” she promises, and the line goes dead.
I drive well over the speed limit to hurry home. I’m not sure what kind of agreement Brittany has with her sugar daddy, but I know that she’s never available after office hours, and I assume that’s when her man is home. To my knowledge, Brittany spends her days being pampered, tanning, and fucking whoever she pleases. In the evenings, she and her husband host wild parties with other couples. I’ve been a few times, which is how I met Brittany in the first place.
I reach my development, and I impatiently wait for the security guard to open the gates for me. He recognizes me, tips his hat, and the gates swing open. I tear up the driveway, and see Brittany’s red Maserati parked in front of my house.
Even though I just had my cock sucked last night by that groupie Khloe, I’m dying for Brittany to get her lips around me. I must have been really fucked up the other night, because Khloe was not nearly as good as I had hoped. Not to mention, she had been borderline brown paper bag material.
I throw my car into park, and jump out. I need to play it a little bit cooler, and so I saunter up to the doorway where Brittany is leaning against the wall.
“Hey hot stuff,” she greets me.
I rake my eyes over her body, drinking in her tanned skin and curves. She’s wearing short white shorts, and a teeny yellow tank top. Her tits are bursting out of her shirt, and my fingers ache to grab them. Her long bleached blonde hair flows down her back, and I notice her long pink nails. She smiles at me, her full lips part to reveal her white teeth.
“Aren’t you going to let me in?” Her voice is dripping with promise.
“Of course, baby.”
I lean in to kiss her cheek, and then gasp as she reaches down to grab my cock.
“Mmm, hard and ready.”
I give her my trademark grin, and push open the door. She lets herself in and I follow.
I fucking hate this house.
I haven’t been here in three days, but it feels like it’s been empty for three years. I’ve never managed to make it feel like home, and I avoid it more than I actually live in it. My mind jumps back to Annie’s cozy and peaceful apartment, but I quickly push Annie out of my mind.
I walk through the sterile-looking hallway, filled with art that I didn’t pick out and don’t care about. I kick open the bedroom door, and grab Brittany, before pulling her inside.
She giggles loudly, and I push her up against the bedpost.
“I haven’t seen you in months,” she pouts.
“I’ve been busy, babe.”
“Too busy for me?” The corners of her lips turn down, and all I can think about are those lips and where I want her to put them.
“I’m here now,” I croon, unbuttoning my pants and yanking down the fly.
“Let me.”
She takes over, and I let her. It feels good to have someone else in control and I know Brittany will take care of me.
She yanks my jeans down and then my boxers. My dick springs free, hard and ready for her.
“Mmm.” She licks her lips lasciviously.
She pushes me onto the bed so I’m sitting down and she settles herself between my legs.
“Wait!” I say. She looks at me expectantly. “Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits.”
She grins widely, and obediently pulls off her yellow tank top. Just as I assumed, she wasn’t wearing a bra, she never does, because fake tits don’t need any support. I groan deep in my throat, and reach down to rub her hard pink nipples. Even though her tits are fake, they feel good, and she stands up between my legs, so I can grope her. I put my hands on her tiny hips, and pull her even closer, before taking one of her massive tits into my mouth. I suck and suck before I move on to the other one.
Once I’m finished, Brittany kneels back down and picks up where she left off. As soon as I feel her mouth around me, I let out a low moan, and I feel my cock get even harder.
Brittany is fucking skilled, and I think of nothing but her mouth working me over again and again. I stroke her hair as she sucks me, and I feel my dick give a giant twitch just as I’m about to come.
“Fuck, Britt! Don’t stop!” I groan.
And then I come hard, my dick jerking in her warm mouth as I spew myself. And all I can picture is Annie’s pretty face and her wide blue eyes. I see her wearing that tight little white and teal dress, and then again today in her jeans and t-shirt.
“Fuck!” I gasp.
Brittany moans with pleasure as she swallows, thinking I’m crying out again because of her, and not because I can’t get Annie off my brain.
Why in fuck’s name am I thinking of Annie as I blow my load in Brittany’s warm mouth?
I’m gasping now, and my body is still trembling from my orgasm. I’ve emptied all of myself into Brittany, and she pulls off, wiping her mouth daintily with the back of her hand. She knows me well enough to give me my space, and she stands up, running her hands over my thighs. She saunters, still topless, across the room, and goes to look out my bedroom window.
Trying to catch my breath, I brush my hand through my hair and shake my head to get rid of thoughts of Annie. Why can't I just focus on the half-naked woman in my room?
“That was great,” I pant.
Brittany turns back around and grins at me. “Anything for Dom Dresden,” she murmurs.
It’s fucking awesome and fucking horrible all at the same time.
I get whatever ass I want, but in this moment, I feel dirty and used.
I totally used Brittany, and yet in one easy sentence, she made it clear that she only sucked me off because I’m a rock star.
I stand up quickly, and yank my boxers and jeans back up. I toss Brittany her shirt, and she reaches out, surprised, to catch it.
“This has been really fun,” I say, buttoning my fly.
“Yeah, but you have shit to do, right?” she says, her voice hard now.
I give her a helpless shrug. “I’m sure your man will be home soon.”
I can never remember the fucker’s name.
“Oh, well, yeah. He will be.” She seems to forget that she has a husband. She looks at her watch. “Roberto will be home in thirty minutes, so I need to go anyway.”
Just as well. She doesn’t seem as pissed now that I’m kicking her out, and I’m relieved that I don’t have to fuck her.
Brittany pulls her shirt over her head and gives me a wistful look. I can tell she would rather be with me than Roberto, but whatever. I walk her to the door, the sooner to get her the hell out of my house. I don’t know why I feel dirty, but I do. I stand in the doorway and watch her perfectly round ass get into her car and then drive away.
Relief floods through me as I close the door. I look around my house.
“I hate this fucking place.”
&n
bsp; I grab my keys and get into my car.
I’d rather be anywhere but here.
Chapter Eight
Annie
Time has a funny way of speeding up and slowing down. The night after Dom stalked out of my apartment seemed to drag on, no matter how hard Elle tried to cheer me up. Then the following day at the studio with Ben flew by again, and I couldn’t believe it when we wrapped up just before two.
I nailed the songs again, and thankfully I didn’t pick up any weird, flirtatious vibes with him during the session.
That night Elle and I poured over my small wardrobe, trying to determine what I should wear to my first Diesel rehearsal.
Holy crap.
My first rehearsal.
With Diesel.
I am psyched and terrified all at the same time. I feel confident in my abilities, and even though Dom is an arrogant shit, I really believe he is confident in me, too. But I am beyond nervous to meet the other band mates and backup singers. What if they think I suck? What if they don’t like me? It's like freaking high school all over again.
It’s the morning of the first rehearsal, and I’m standing in my room, still dripping wet from the shower, scrutinizing the outfit Elle and I had picked out the night before.
“Elle!” I yell from my room. I know Elle is awake and getting ready for work.
She stumbles into my room with hot rollers in her hair and half a face of makeup on.
“What?”
“What if this outfit is all wrong? Did we make the wrong choice?”
She rolls her eyes, and huffs; I know that I am really trying her patience. After all, it is just a rehearsal.
“I really, really appreciate all your help,” I say quickly, not wanting to piss her off anymore.
“The outfit is great, Annie. You’re over analyzing. Just get dressed and get the hell out of here.” She’s smiling as she says it.
Elle is right; I’m completely over analyzing. I quickly blow dry my hair and dress in the black leggings, boots and sexy gray v-neck shirt. I throw a few long pendant necklaces around my neck, and do slightly darker black eyeliner than normal.
I step back to survey my appearance. I look sexy, but not slutty, and put-together without looking over the top. I’m not sure who I’m trying to impress, and I remind myself that I don’t give a shit what Dom thinks.
