by Paris Rose
He was way different from me and my friends. We loved the glitz and glam that came with show biz. We always jumped at the opportunity to mingle with mainstream A-listers and to enjoy lavish and luxurious things whenever possible. Even A-List Amber still got excited about the bells and whistles that came with life in Tinseltown. Trevor and I were from totally opposite worlds, but who’s to deny true love? I could really see myself falling in love with Trevor. In fact, sometimes I thought I was already there. I couldn’t tell if my feelings for Trevor were real or if I was just riding a high from being on vacation with one of the most powerful men in the music industry.
I turned around and leaned my forehead against his. He grabbed the base of my neck and pulled me deeper into his embrace. My entire body began to tingle as he brought his lips to mine. He kissed me softly and slowly. My body melted into him as he guided me onto my back. A pleasant heat washed over me as he confidently drove his tongue into my mouth. I immediately returned the favor. His kisses were making me so hot and ready. I spread my legs and welcomed his heaviness on top of me. His kisses moved from my mouth to both my cheeks and down to my neck. I instinctively threw my head back to accommodate his passionate kisses as they traveled down to my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him into me. He buried his face between my breasts. The thin material of my panties allowed me to feel him harden beneath his underwear. He grinded his hips against me, and I let out a soft moan. My body ached for him. I wanted all of him to fill me up.
“I don’t think you’re ready for me yet,” he whispered in my ear, in a strained, raspy voice. Just as I was about to let him know just how ready I was, there was a knock on the door.
“Room service,” called a voice from the other side of the door.
“I didn’t order anything, did you?” I asked as Trevor lifted himself off me.
“Yup! I ordered your favorite. French toast, bacon, and mimosas.”
“Aww. Trevor!” I kissed him and drew the covers over me so he could answer the door.
Trevor was always so thoughtful. I never had to want for anything. He fulfilled all of my needs before I even knew I had them. All except one. He said he was determined not to hurt me, so he didn’t want us to get too close too fast. He insisted that we wait to have sex, and that I was worth more than just a physical fling. I wanted it bad. And I knew he wanted it, too. He would get aroused every time we were close to each other, even if it was just a simple hug. I was crawling out of my skin with sexual desire for him, but there was a hopelessly romantic part of me that was endlessly enchanted by his sweet gestures and his desire to take things slowly.
I knew there was a primitive, sexual beast under all of those romantic layers. I saw it with my own eyes when I peeped in on him and Christina the night we first met. I still get turned on when I think back to watching them have hot, completely uninhibited sex at The Catacombs. It was such a treat to watch Trevor let loose and give in to his most primitive urges. He still had no idea that I saw him that night. I’d kept it as my naughty little secret. Trevor and I’d had some hot and heavy experiences together that came close to sending me over the edge. But compared to what I’d witnessed at The Catacombs that night, the encounters that he and I had were totally PG-13. To be clear, there is nothing wrong with FCC-friendly heavy petting, especially when it’s with a superhuman billionaire rock god, but I was really curious about why Trevor didn’t let me get to know all of him.
Trevor fawned over me as we enjoyed our breakfast together. Being with Trevor seemed surreal. He was the flawless, billionaire rock star, and yet he put me on a pedestal. I felt like a princess that had found her prince charming. Sometimes I became so overwhelmed by the intensity of his presence and the perfection of his good looks that I had to look away when he made eye contact with me. I was in complete awe.
“So, today I have to talk to my lawyers and my manger about getting Vin out of the band.” Trevor furrowed his brow. I could tell he was disgusted by the mere mention of Vin. I didn’t blame him. Vin was nothing but trouble, and Trevor couldn’t wait to get him out of the band. “I feel like there is already a new lawsuit against me every other week, and I know that Vin would not hesitate to try to profit at my expense. I would hate for him to be able to get a cash reward for all of the awful things he did.”
“You know, I kind of feel like some of the drama with Vin was my fault. He seemed to go a little crazy as soon as you and I met. I know he hated the idea of us being together. He was really afraid I would ruin the band. And I feel like I proved him right.” I felt a pang of guilt in the pit of my stomach.
Trevor’s jaw tightened. He grabbed my chin and turned my face, so that I was looking directly into his mesmerizing brown eyes. “Don’t ever blame yourself for what happened with Vin. Vin is a worthless asshole, and I wish I would have seen that before. Vin is the one sabotaging the band, not you. It hurts me to see you blaming yourself for something you have nothing to do with. This has absolutely nothing to do with you. It’s all between me and Vin. Remember that, okay?”
I nodded my head. “Okay.”
“But one thing, Giavanna. Baby, promise me that you won’t leak any of this to the public until I have everything taken care of. Okay?”
I nodded again. “Okay.”
Trevor looked at me sternly. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
I placed my breakfast tray on the nightstand and knelt behind Trevor. I began to rub his strong muscular shoulders. “Relax Trevor, I know Vin has caused you and the rest of the band a lot of stress lately. I hope everything goes smoothly and this is over quickly.”
“When this is all over let’s have a nice dinner to celebrate.” Trevor’s voice lightened as he melted into my massage.
“Yes, sounds like a good idea.” I embraced Trevor from behind.
“Hey! Do you have any plans right now? I have a few hours before my meeting.”
“I was going to meet up with Amber later, but nothing right now.”
“All right, go get dressed.”
“Why? Where are we going?” I slid out from behind Trevor and climbed out of bed.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be disappointed. Go on now.” Trevor smiled and playfully swatted my bottom. I giggled in delight. I grabbed my suitcase and made my way to the bathroom.
I closed the bathroom door behind me and rifled through my suitcase to find my toiletries, when my phone slipped out and fell on the floor. I picked it up and remembered Christoff’s unanswered texts. I powered my phone back on to find three new texts, all from Christoff. He said that he had been getting restless from not seeing me for so long, and that he had been having dreams about me all week. He also said he wouldn’t be able to get any more work done unless he was able to see me.
As I read his texts, I thought back to all of the times we were together and how his tall, chiseled body and his ultra-masculine confidence completely consumed me in a way that I had never experienced before. I’m a strong, independent woman, so it’s rare that I can find a man that is alpha enough to allow me to feel feminine. Christoff is that man and then some. I loved how his alpha male take-charge personality allowed me to relax and let go. I had never experienced anything quite like it before. Christoff’s last text said that he would be in L.A. tonight and that I had to meet him and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. I texted him back, calling him an entitled little shit, and admonishing him for not considering the fact that I might already have plans. He simply wrote back:
*Stop with the games. I know you’ll be there. 8pm*
And he gave me the address to where he’d be staying. I felt all my blood rush to the warm spot between my legs. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to neutralize the unwelcome sensations I was having. I tossed my phone back into my suitcase without responding.
My mind was racing with a million different thoughts as I showered and got dressed. I was giddy with anticipation, wondering what Trevor had planned for the day, but my conscience was wrestli
ng with whether I should meet up with Christoff later that night. I never stopped thinking about him since the moment I met him, and apparently he continued to have similar thoughts about me. I wondered, should I come clean and reveal my dilemma to Trevor? By the time I finished getting ready I decided against it.
When I emerged from the bathroom, wearing a dark denim skirt, brown knee-boots, and a knitted burnt-orange top, Trevor was waiting for me, dressed in black jeans, a fitted Nine Inch Nails t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Some of his dark hair escaped from the black skull cap he was wearing and fell around the base of his neck.
“Well, don’t you look smashing!” He smiled as I walked over to him.
“Thank you.” I blushed. He grabbed a dark pair of sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and put them on his clear, ivory face. He almost always wore a cap and sunglasses when we were out in public during the day, so that people would be less likely to recognize him.
“So, Giavanna, have you ever been shopping on Rodeo Drive?”
“Window shopping, yes, but I have never actually bought anything on Rodeo. I do most of my shopping back home in Chicago on Michigan Avenue. I love the Magnificent Mile, but of course it doesn’t even come close to Rodeo!” I clapped my hands together like a giddy teenage cheerleader.
“Well, there is a first time for everything. We’re hitting Rodeo Drive, baby!” He picked me up and spun me around.
“Oh, Trevor, you don’t have to do that. We’ve already had so many amazing nights out on the town…you put me up in this amazing hotel suite…you don’t have to take me shopping.”
“But I want to. Consider this an early Christmas gift.”
“Christmas isn’t for another two months.”
“Belated birthday gift?”
“Fine. That works.” I giggled. I needed some new clothes if I was going to continue going to five-star establishments with Trevor.
I was so giddy with excitement. Shopping on Rodeo Drive with a billionaire, music mogul, rock star — this kind of thing wasn’t supposed to happen in real life. I’d day-dreamed about it since I was in junior high, but I never thought it would become a reality. I was quite literally living the dream. Dinners at the hottest Beverly Hills and Studio City restaurants, staying in the presidential suite at a luxury hotel, and now shopping on Rodeo Drive! I could really get used to this, I thought.
* * *
We strolled hand-in-hand, perusing high-end boutiques. We stopped in several stores that I had only seen on reality shows, and had never set foot in in real life. It was surreal. Not only was I trying on garments that cost more than two months rent, but Trevor went on at length about how beautiful I looked in everything that I tried on. Trevor bought a designer dress shirt and a pair of formal slacks for himself, and he bought three dresses and a pair of shoes for me. The total came to over seven thousand dollars, and Trevor didn’t even flinch. I was blown away by his generosity. The chemistry between us was unwavering. We got along effortlessly. And he was so warm and affectionate toward me. If he wasn’t holding my hand he was holding me close in a passionate embrace or covering my face with kisses.
The late morning was winding down into afternoon and it was almost time for me to meet Amber, and for Trevor to meet with his attorneys. As we were passing Harry Winston, Trevor nudged me and pointed at some jewelry in the display window.
“Hey, maybe the next time we come out, we’ll stop in there,” Trevor teased.
“Right, prince charming.” I giggled and playfully shoved him away.
“The way things are going with us, you never know.” He pulled me close and gave me a brief kiss on the lips. “What size ring do you wear?”
“Hey now, don’t go getting a girl’s hopes up.” I smacked his bicep. He laughed and kissed me again.
“A princess-cut diamond would look beautiful on you. Well, of course it would, because everything looks beautiful on you.” Trevor seemed to be thinking aloud. “And you’re going to look so cute with a bun in the oven.” He playfully caressed my belly. Part of me was swept away by the thought of playing house with a stunningly gorgeous, irresistibly charismatic billionaire, but there was something about Trevor’s comments that made me uneasy. In that moment, I was forced to realize, I wasn’t quite ready to get married and have kids, even if it was with prince charming. I lightly swatted his hand away from my belly.
“Okay, now Trevor,” I playfully scolded.
“All right, we have to get going. My meeting is soon. I’m not looking forward to it, but I’ve got to handle this. Where are you meeting Amber?”
“We’re grabbing sushi in West Hollywood.”
“My meeting is in West Hollywood. I’ll drop you off. But first I have to stop back by my place to grab some documents. I’ll take you with me, and you can finally see my palace.” Trevor flashed a prideful grin.
“Awesome!” I gushed.
“We’ll just stop by for a moment, get-in-and-get-out, so we can beat traffic. Wait, do you think I should change into a suit? This is a formal meeting.”
“Nah, aren’t you the one paying them?”
“You’re right. Fuck it. They work for me not the other way around. Why should I have to play dress up?” We both laughed.
“Exactly. I love how you play by your own rules.” I kissed him on the cheek.
We drove up a windy, steep incline to get to the gated entrance of Trevor’s Hollywood Hills mansion. It looked like a palace. After the gates opened we had to drive back even further to park at the end of the driveway outside the three-car garage. I climbed out of Trevor’s candy apple red Range Rover Land Rover, and into the California sun. I felt like I was in a commercial. The property was immaculate. Palm trees and colorful flowers adorned the sprawling lawn. The house was just as impressive as the landscaping. It was a gorgeous Spanish style home with a circular second story balcony. My mouth dropped open. I was in awe.
“Come Giavanna, we haven’t got much time.” Trevor gently tugged at my hand and led me through the spacious garage. It looked like a car show room and it was air conditioned. The white Maybach Landaulet was in one space. There was an empty space for the red Range Rover we were driving, and in the third space was a car I had only seen at car shows with my guy friends. The Ferrari LaFerrari. There were only four hundred ninety-nine in existence, and you couldn’t just go to a dealer and get one — you had to be invited to purchase one. Trevor’s was bright yellow with a black interior. I wasn’t that into cars, but my heart raced at the sight of the limited edition Ferrari.
I snatched my hand away from Trevor and clutched my chest. “What the fuck, Trevor?! Why didn’t tell me you had a Ferrari…no, not just a Ferrari, the Ferrari La Ferrari? How did you get one of these? Oh my gawd!” I was completely losing my shit.
“They called me and offered it to me. Even though it cost over a million, I jumped on it. I had to have it. It’s so fast and sexy too,” Trevor replied coolly. “The ladies love it. And I see you’re no exception.” Trevor leaned in and kissed me on the lips as he stifled a chuckle. “I would let you sit in it, but we don’t have time. I have to get to my meeting and you have your lunch. But I’ll take you for a spin in it some time. We will see how much you like the Ferrari when I take you from sitting still to one hundred twenty miles per hour, in less than seven seconds. You’ll probably be scared out of your mind.” Trevor laughed.
“No! I can handle it.” I squealed and squeezed Trevor’s bicep. I was just guessing. I had never been in such a fast car in my life.
“Come in. I will show you something cool really quickly, then we have to go.”
“Okay!” I obediently scurried through the door that led from the garage to the kitchen.
Trevor grabbed my hand and led me through several rooms and to the back of the house. I didn’t even have time to take everything in. The floors were made of white marble, and the high ceilings were adorned with crystal chandeliers. Trevor led me to a floor-to-ceiling window pane that was more like a glass wall th
an a window. It stretched the length of the room that looked like a space for entertaining guests. There was a sectional couch, and a love seat that faced a dining area. The window was behind the dining room table. I walked up to the window and looked out past a spacious cobblestone patio and fireplace. Trevor’s property was on a steep incline and it overlooked the entire city of Los Angeles. It was like Trevor was King, looking over his kingdom from his palace.
“Watch this.” Trevor grabbed a remote from off the table and hit a button. The glass wall retracted into the floor, and suddenly there was nothing standing between me, the warm Southern California breeze, and the stunning view of Los Angeles. I felt like I was literally standing above the city looking down with no barriers.
“Wow!” I stepped further out onto the patio. Trevor wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed me on the cheek.
“You know, sometimes I take these things for granted, because I don’t have anyone to share them with. I love how excited and enthusiastic you get. Thanks for appreciating all my cool little toys. It reminds me to be grateful. Relax. Enjoy the view. I’m going to go grab some paper work from my office then we have to head out.”
I stood in awe of the breathtaking scene before me. After a few moments I turned around and faced the social area. I was equally awestruck by the brilliant interior of Trevor’s palace in the Hills. I took a step forward, and I was inside the dining area but still technically outside because of the retractable glass pane. This was about the coolest thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t wait to tell Amber about it. I felt like I was on MTV Cribs, only better. I took a deep breath and took it all in.
* * *
Trevor dropped me off right in time for me to meet Amber for a quick lunch, before she had to run off to a meeting with her agent about possibly making a cameo in an upcoming movie. When I arrived, Amber was waiting on me. Her honey blonde hair was pulled back in an elegant bun, and her olive green eyes were covered by dark, oversized sunglasses. She had on a beautiful tan dress that tied around the waist and flared out at the bottom. It reminded me of a trench coat. She looked super Hollywood. She was sitting at a table in the far back corner. We embraced each other when I arrived.
