Sugar, We're Going Down: A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance (Love Me, I'm Famous Book 2)

by M. H. Soars

  Tiffany tugs on her friend’s lower lip slightly before letting it go with a pop. She then proceeds to trail wet kisses down Amber’s neck and chest to capture her tight nipple with her mouth. Amber throws her head back and moans while her hand increases the up and down motion on my shaft. I can feel the pressure building, but I’m not ready to come yet. I want the tongue action to move down to my crotch. I grab Tiffany’s and Amber’s wrists and stop their movements. Tiffany lets go of her friend’s tits and looks in my direction.

  “Ladies, junior here is jealous.” I point at my dick.

  The girls trade a naughty glance between themselves, before they crawl toward my rock hard erection. They begin alternating sucking and kissing and I close my eyes, loving the attention. Nothing beats a double blowjob. It’s a good thing that the girls can finish themselves off because I’m too tired to do anything else.

  I come in the next minute, and Tiffany and Amber swallow every single drop of my release. I keep my eyes closed as they travel up my body, licking and nibbling as they go. They are at my neck, like two very horny vampires, when my phone rings. Normally, I would let it go to voicemail, but that’s Sebastian’s ringtone. I haven’t spoken to him in ages, so I push the girls off of me and get out of bed. They make disappointed sounds, but when their gazes drop to my dormant cock, they realize they aren’t getting any action from me for a while. They resume their make out session with each other.

  “Bas, glad to see you’re still alive,” I say.

  “Hey, man. Sorry to be calling so late. Did I catch you at a bad time?”

  I glance at the two beauties on the king sized bed. Tiffany is already between Amber’s legs and the blondie is making delicious moaning sounds. I feel a slight stir in my cock. Maybe I can go for a second round after all.

  “No, mate. Not at all.”

  “Okay, so I wanted to ask you something.”

  I hear the hesitation in my friend’s voice and I’m immediately intrigued. I even manage to completely block out the kinky scene in front of me.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve already spent all your hard earned money,” I joke, knowing very well that Sebastian is not about to hit me up for cash.

  “No. I, uh,…”

  “Are you going to spill it on your own or do I need to haul my ass to California to tip you over?”

  “Fuck off.”

  In the background, I hear Liv telling Sebastian to man up already. I chuckle. She has my friend by the balls.

  “You’d better do what your fiancée says otherwise there will be hell to pay.”

  “Fine! I want you to be my best man.”

  I freeze on the spot, surprised as fuck by Sebastian’s request. We’re tight but I thought for sure he would ask his cousin Shane to be the best man. I can’t be trusted with anything and Sebastian knows it.

  “Hello? Ollie, are you still there?”

  “Yes, I’m here.”

  “Listen, it’s all right if you don’t want to do it.”

  Wait? What? He can’t throw a request like that at me only to take it back in the next minute.

  “Are you fucking mental? Of course I’ll do it. I’ll be honored.”

  “Really? For a moment there I thought you had hung up the phone.”

  “Nah, I was just in shock. I can’t believe Liv is letting you pick me. She does realize that it means I’ll be responsible for the bachelor party, right?”

  “Yes, she’s aware of that and she isn’t in the least concerned. I can’t say the same thing myself.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, she’s going to ask Saylor to be her maid of honor. I can’t imagine what kind of shenanigans she will pull for Liv’s bachelorette party.”

  The organ in my chest jolts as a rush of excitement runs through my body. My cock is suddenly awake and ready for action. God, I thought I was past reacting this way over Liv’s feisty friend. The memory of that hot as sin kiss we shared last year is brought to the forefront of my mind. I’ve never met a girl who was able to get under my skin as Saylor had done. A girl I haven’t even fucked yet. Maybe that’s the problem. A problem I plan to remediate soon enough.

  I realize that I’ve been quiet for too long, so I force my mind out of the gutter and try to steer it back to Sebastian’s reason for calling.

  “So, when is the wedding?”

  “Hold on,” he says and a few seconds later, I hear the sound of a door close. “Liv doesn’t want anyone to know until we announce it at a family barbeque next weekend, but you won’t be there so no harm in telling you now. We’re getting married in Hawaii on September 3rd.”

  “2017?”

  “No. This year.”

  “That’s less than three months away. What’s the hurry? Wait, you didn’t knock her up, did you?”

  “No, she’s not pregnant, asshole. And we’re not hurrying anything. I’ve been waiting to marry this girl for six years, six fucking years.”

  “Okay, okay. No need to go mental.”

  At that precise moment, Amber decides to scream at the top of her lungs a thousand yeses as her friend makes her come.

  “What was that? Fuck, Oliver. Are you in the middle of an orgy?”

  “You bet your ass I am.”

  “Fucker,” Sebastian says before he ends the call.

  Tiffany looks at me with a heavy lidded, lust infused gaze. “Come join us, Oliver.”

  My cock is hard but I have zero interest in joining those girls. I’m craving something else, someone else.

  “Nah, I have a plane to catch. You ladies have fun without me. The room is paid for.”

  I put my clothes back on as fast as I can while the girls complain. I ignore them. Talking about Saylor solidifies something in my mind. I have to see her, I have to get her out of my mind once and for all. So California, here I come.

  Three

  SAYLOR

  I barely have time to unpack my clothes before Remi invades my new home and drags me to dinner with her family. I’ve met her parents before and they are cool, but there is an elderly couple sitting at the table that are new to me. The man turns in our direction as we enter the dining room and his bushy eyebrows furrow.

  “Sorry we’re late. Saylor just finished settling in.” Remi takes a seat and I follow her example, feeling a little self conscious that she forgot to introduce me to the couple that I guess are her grandparents.

  “Where do you think you are going wearing those clothes, Remi Goulas?” The tanned man with the mop of white hair asks.

  “It’s Remi Ogata, Grandpa. And what’s wrong with my clothes?” She looks down at her black V-neck top. There’s really nothing scandalous about her clothes, but maybe the neckline is a bit too low for the old man. Jeez, I’m glad I didn’t wear my micro skirt.

  Remi’s grandpa turns to Mr. Ogata and glowers at him. Remi’s Dad is oblivious to the murderous stare, and keeps on eating in silence with his head down.

  “What is wrong with those clothes, she asks?” Grandpa Goulas continues.

  Remi’s dad finally raises his head and frowns at the elderly man.

  “Her clothes are fine, Dad.” Mrs. Ogata intervenes.

  It’s impossible not to notice the tension between Remi’s dad and his father-in-law. I take that opportunity to elbow Remi’s arm and whisper to her, “Do your grandparents come to dinner often?”

  “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I must have forgotten. They’re staying with us for a week while their house is being fumigated.”

  Right. Forgot to tell me my ass. I don’t voice the sassy remark that is on the tip of my tongue. Although the grandparents definitely add a chaotic dynamic to the household, their banter is kind of soothing in a way. Remi had mentioned before how her grandparents from both sides, to this day, have never accepted their kid’s marriage. Apparently, Greek and Japanese don’t mix well together. Which is obviously not true. Mr. and Mrs. Ogata are as disgustingly in love as the day they married.

  “She’s not coming into m
y restaurant dressed like that. The Goulas is a family-oriented establishment.”

  “I’m not working tonight, Grandpa. I have practice,” Remi replies.

  “Practice of what?” The man sits up straighter in his chair, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline.

  “My band, remember? I play the keyboards…”

  “Tsk. All that money spent on piano lessons…” Remi’s grandmother shakes her head which makes Mrs. Ogata look at the ceiling and roll her eyes. Strangely enough, no one seems to take the criticism to heart.

  I spare a glance in Cassie’s direction, Remi’s younger sister. She’s eating her food with a serene expression on her face, oblivious to the loud voices and complaints. The phone next to her flashes and she looks down. A second later, a bright smile unfurls on her face and quicker than lightning, she reaches for the device before Remi can glance at the text on the screen.

  The kid stands up and she is about to leave the room when Grandpa Goulas throws a napkin ball at her. Cassie stops in her tracks and turns her face in the old man’s direction. Remi’s grandpa signals with his hands and although I don’t understand what he’s saying, his sour expression gives me a clue. Cassie glances at her mother and does another string of signals. She’s so fast with her hands, they are a blur to me.

  “You know the rules, Cassie. No phone until you finish dinner,” her mother says without bothering to signal.

  The young teen sighs loudly and sits back down. She turns to me and says, “Welcome to hell.”

  When I first met Cassie, I didn’t realize she couldn’t hear. The kid is a whiz at reading lips. She speaks normally and can hold a conversation with anyone. I learned from Remi that Cassie doesn’t like to tell people about her impairment. She doesn’t want anyone treating her differently because of it. I can sympathize with that. Only a few people in my life know about my dark past.

  Remi touches Cassie’s arm to get her attention. “Who was that?”

  “No one.” The girl blushes bright red and dips her gaze to her plate.

  “Right.” Remi narrows her eyes at her sister.

  “Remi, leave Cassie alone,” Mrs. Ogata says.

  My friend is about to say something when the door bell rings. Everyone at the table stares at each other before Mr. Ogata stands up. “It must be the UPS guy.”

  A few minutes later, he returns to the dining room and looks at me. “There’s a young man waiting for you outside, Saylor. He looks familiar.”

  I frown and stare at Remi. I have no idea who it could be. I’m not seeing anyone and even if I were, I would never give them this address. I’m definitely keeping my hook ups far away from here.

  “Did he give a name?”

  “Yes, Sebastian Coleman.”

  I’m out of my chair in a split second, and my heart jumps up to my throat, getting stuck there. Why is Sebastian here? Did something happen to Liv? I run to the front door to find Sebastian outside, dressed up as a delivery man and carrying a box wrapped in bright pink paper.

  “Hey, Saylor.” He gives me an impish grin.

  I place my hand over my chest to try to calm my hammering heart down. “What the hell are you wearing?”

  He shrugs. “I’m just following orders. Here, this is for you.”

  I take the box from his hands and shake it, all the while keeping an eye on Sebastian. “Is this some kind of prank Liv put you up to?”

  “Can’t say anything, but I was instructed to get you on video while you open that.” Sebastian points his phone at me and my suspicion triples.

  “If something jumps out of this box, I’m going to kick your ass.”

  Sebastian laughs. “Stop stalling and open the box already. The people behind you are waiting.”

  I look over my shoulder and sure enough, Remi’s entire family is spying on me through the window. Just freaking great. Might as well get it over with. I rip the Barbie inspired wrapping paper and discover underneath it a black box with cute skulls all over it. I remove the lid and inside there’s an envelope and next to it a miniature bottle of cinnamon Aftershock, the nastiest liquor known to man, in my opinion anyway. I put the box on the ground and open the envelope. There’s a letter inside in Liv’s handwriting that I begin to read out loud.

  “Dear Saylor,

  If you’re reading this letter, it means Bas successfully reached your place without losing your package in the process. That’s a positive outcome, although unexpected. He doesn’t know, but I had prepared a second package, ready to be delivered by a drone, in case he failed in his mission. You might be asking why not just use a foolproof delivery method from the get go? Well, since I’m soon to be married to Bas, I’m slowly learning to place some trust on him, just so that I don’t hurt his already overinflated ego, of course.”

  “What the hell?” Bas says and I laugh.

  “Now, enough about him. You must be wondering what I’m up to. You’ve been my best friend since I can remember, always giving me courage when I was ready to throw in the towel, always seeing the bright side of things, even when the world tried to beat us down without mercy.”

  I pause to control my breathing and to keep the moisture from forming in my eyes, but it’s futile. My vision is becoming blurry already. I don’t know where Liv is going with this, but I’m going to give her hell for making me cry in front of a camera. I look up and see that Sebastian’s eyes are bright too.

  “I love you more than you will ever know for all the reasons I listed above, and many others that I shall not write down for the sake of keeping this letter short. As you know, Bas and I have been trying to pick a date for our wedding for like forever, and we’ve finally made our decision. In two and a half months, Sebastian and I will be walking down the aisle.” I stop reading and look up at Sebastian.

  “Two and a half months? Are you insane?”

  Sebastian shrugs. “It was Liv’s idea, not mine.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “You didn’t knock her up, did you?”

  “Not for lack of trying.” He chuckles and I shake my head. If Liv is planning on using this video during her wedding celebration, she might want to edit this part out. I go back to the letter.

  “There’s no question that you will be part of my wedding party, but I’m writing to you with a special request. It would mean the world to me if you would be my maid of honor.”

  I gasp and silently read the passage again before I glance at Sebastian. He’s fighting to keep his smile in check.

  “What about Kimmy?” I always assumed Liv was going to ask her older sister to be the maid of honor.

  “Don’t ask me. Keep reading.”

  “You must be wondering about Kimmy. Well, since she’s married already, she wouldn’t be called maid of honor, but matron of honor. You can imagine how well that went down with her. She happily stepped aside for you. If you choose to accept my request, please kindly drink the entire content of the bottle included in the box. Your willingness to drink that will prove your commitment to the task. Love, Liv.”

  “Son of a bitch!” I say.

  I’m overcome with joy and mad as hell at Liv. She’s going to pay for this. I bend down to pick up the offending bottle and stare right at the camera.

  “Liv, you little devil. Like there was a chance in hell I would say no to this.”

  I twist the cap off and raise the miniature bottle in front of me. “I’ll get back at you during your bachelorette party.”

  I throw my head back and drink everything in one big gulp, fighting the urge to gag. When I’m done, Sebastian is staring at me through slits, his early amusement suddenly gone. “What was that about the bachelorette party?”

  Four

  OLIVER

  I have been in California for nearly a week and I still haven’t told Sebastian I’m in the country. I want to surprise my friend and show up unannounced at his future in-laws’ barbeque. What can I say? I like to make a big entrance. But it’s so fucking hard to keep a low profile in L.A. Actually, anywhere
. I would have to travel to a very remote location where locals don’t have TV or access to the Internet to be able to walk around unbothered. Even months after I quit Boys Future, the media and paparazzi won’t leave me alone. Not that it surprises me. I’m always involved in some kind of scandal. Following me around is a guaranteed paycheck for them.

  Because of that, I had to check in to my hotel using a fake name and disguise myself to the nth degree. I even got a wig and a mustache. Fucking mental. It reminded me of when Sebastian dragged me to that provincial Halloween party last year and I had to wear a Zorro costume. Mustaches and I don’t mesh well together. Bloody itchy things.

  I wait until Saturday morning to send Sebastian a text message to make sure the barbeque is still happening. Twenty minutes later I receive his reply. Barbeque is on, it’s only a small get together for close friends. Since I fit into that category, I don’t feel an ounce of remorse for crashing the party. But asking for the address would be too obvious. It can’t be too hard to find that out, right? How many Dawsons can there be in that small village anyway?

  Ha! You would think.

  After an hour searching online and coming up empty, I’m ready to throw in the towel and call Sebastian back. Unless…

  I pick my cell phone up and shoot Bas another text.

  ME: “Hey mate, I just came across the most badass wedding gift for you and Liv. I’m sending it to your in-laws. Need their address.”

  Five minutes later, I get a reply.

  BAS: “It’s not something illegal, is it?”

  I chuckle because, if I was indeed sending them a gift, it would probably be borderline illegal and most likely completely inappropriate.