by C. R. Jane
After a short car ride in which we talked about the different sushi we had tried with Shelton, he pulled into a parking garage that was full of shiny, expensive looking cars, trucks, and motorcycles. “These cars are amazing,” I stated, staring in amazement at the vehicles. “Your neighbors have quite the taste in vehicles.” Shelton began to say something but Damon quickly cut him off steering me over to the elevator. Shelton got off the elevator, telling us to let him know when I needed a ride home.
We rode up a few more floors. As the elevator opened I gasped in amazement. I knew Damon was wealthy, but this
kind of wealth was beyond my comprehension. Damon’s apartment was huge and I assumed it had to take up the whole floor. The floors were made of black marble flecked with silver and the walls were a bright white. The elevators led out into a huge room where a few black leather couches were strewn elegantly around an enormous flat screen tv on the wall. I could see a few pool tables and a bar in a room beyond the living room. A gourmet kitchen with black cabinets and white stone countertops extended off to my right. There was an island and a bar where black leather barstools sat. The appliances all looked like something from a space age.
The living room had floor to ceiling windows where I could see out to Central Park. I could see more rooms down various hallways. I turned to look at Damon. “This is the most incredible place I’ve ever seen,” I gushed. “You like it?” he asked almost shyly, searching my face. “I love it, I can’t believe you get to live here,” I exclaimed. “I want you to feel comfortable here,” he said. “I hope that you will spend a lot of time here,” he said seriously. I didn’t know what to say to that. Damn my awkwardness. He grabbed my hand, pulling me towards one of the couches. There was a glass coffee table in front of the couches. It was filled with an assortment of drinks, snacks, and candy that I assumed someone had set out in preparation for us to arrive. “What movie do you want to watch,” he asked. “You pick,” I quickly told him. I hadn’t had a chance to look up movies I wanted to see yet, and didn’t want to see his look when he found out that I hadn’t really ever seen any movies beyond the one we had seen in the theatres a few days ago. “We can watch my buddy Beckham’s newest one,” he said, grabbing a remote and scanning through what looked like thousands of movies. I wonder if he meant Beckham Stone. I didn’t want to mention that I had been stalking his pictures and had seen him with his friends. Finding the movie he wanted he grabbed a blanket and placed it over us, pulling me in close to him. I didn’t see how it was possible for me to be able to concentrate on the movie being this close to him.
Turns out it wasn’t hard to concentrate on the movie. Beckham Stone was stunning. He rivaled Damon in hotness for sure. He resembled what I imagined the Greek god Apollo, the sun god, would have looked like if he had been real. He had blonde hair that was filled with golden highlights, and bright blue eyes that reminded me of the clear blue water I had seen in pictures of famous beaches. His skin was golden and he had gleaming white teeth that regularly showed themselves when he flashed his dreamy smile. I began to overheat, my mind wandering into what it would be like to have both Damon and Beckham in the same room…or both touching me. I realized quickly that Beckham Stone wasn’t just a pretty face. He also was an amazing actor. I found myself tearing up multiple times, much to Damon’s amusement, at various parts of the movie. I even clapped a little when it ended, so overcome by how remarkable the movie had been. We decided to put on another movie, unfortunately this one not featuring Beckham. Halfway through the movie I felt myself nod off. Drifting into dreamland I snuggled into Damon’s shoulder, feeling the safest I had ever felt.
Chapter 23
(Damon)
It was official, I was in hell. But the most unbelievable hell possible. Somehow Eva had ended up turned towards me, her head nestled in my neck, and her leg shoved between mine. I was rock hard and struggling to control myself from moving against her. “Dead puppies, naked 90 year olds, vampires,” I chanted to myself, trying to calm down. The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable and disrupt how far I had come with her. I could tell Eva was very inexperienced by how she blushed when I even brushed against her hand. Something I didn’t know how was possible seeing as she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Everywhere we went people went crazy over her. This was mostly exhibited with them stopping whatever they were doing and staring at her in shocked awe, but it also meant that people did whatever they could to get close to her, to talk to her, and to try and either get her number or give her their number. She didn’t seem to notice her effect on people, or at least thought it was for some other reason. The last few weeks I had hired a security company to keep people away when we were out. They were good at blending into the crowds so that Eva didn’t know what was going on. I had gotten tired of snatching up phone numbers when she wasn’t looking, and Shelton was too old to keep having to keep people from approaching her.
Eva sighed in her sleep and snuggled deeper into my neck, her breath soft on my skin. Fuck….I wanted to take it to the next level with her, which in this case meant kissing. I had never gone so slow or made such an effort with a girl. In fact, I couldn’t really remember ever having made an effort at all in my very long life. My plan seemed to be working to get her to lower her defenses though, so it was worth it.
I had been following her for weeks, watching her
habits and deciding when to show up at opportune times. I had been hovering around her dorm that first morning when she stepped out to run, and had been wearing workout clothes just in case she had asked questions of what I was doing there. It had worked out better than I had dreamed since now we ran together every morning. Since then I had continued to follow her. She made sure to limit our time to runs in the morning and occasional lunches and dinners in an effort to keep her distance, and it wasn’t enough for me. She was addictive and the more that I got a taste of her, the more I wanted. I was her stalker. She was never out of my mind and even when I managed to sleep she haunted my dreams even more than she had before when I didn’t know who she was.
In my long existence I had never had a wet dream, I hadn’t even known it was possible for me to have a wet dream. But since I had met her giving myself multiple hand jobs a day had done nothing from preventing me from having a wet dream every night. I would have been embarrassed if it had been about any other girl, but I imagined that she would have that effect on any guy. I hadn’t been tempted in the least to mess around with anyone else since I had started spending time with Eva. Selena had been blowing up my phone, not understanding that we were really done. After seeing Eva it felt like I had woken from a trance and now could see how foul every other girl was. Eva was a blessing and a curse.
It was time for me to put my next plan into motion. She would hate me if she ever found out what I was going to do, but I didn’t want her sleeping in that dorm anymore. I wanted her sleeping here, in my apartment, dependent on me and forced to spend more time with me. I owned the school at this point. I was planning on telling administration and housing that they needed to kick her out of her dorm and say that there had been a mistake and not only did her scholarship not cover housing, but that there was a shortage of housing and they didn’t have a place for her. I told myself it was for her protection as well. She garnered obsession wherever she went.
I would know since I was one of those obsessed.
I knew Eric had been becoming more and more desperate since she had been starting to separate herself from him. Based on the amount of guys that now hung out in places she frequented, I knew he wasn’t the only one. I didn’t want anything and anyone to distract Eva from being with me and this was the only way I could see what I wanted actually happening. In the back of my mind, I acknowledged that all of those things were excuses for the selfishness that was actually guiding my actions. But I had long ago accepted that about myself. Going over my plan made me finally relax, secure in the knowledge that no one would be able to take her away from me.
I drifted off to sleep with the sweet smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla, and quintessential Eva filling my nose, the usual night terrors that haunted my sleep staying at bay for the first time in a very long time.
Chapter 24
(Eva)
I woke up suddenly the next morning, not knowing where I was at first. I was alone on the couch. I had a soft blanket wrapped around me and a pillow under my head. Remembering where I was, I sat up and stretched. I must have slept hard to not notice Damon getting up, that wasn’t like me. I guess I had fallen asleep during the movie. I tried to remember if I had done anything embarrassing but all I could remember was being snuggled up to him watching the movie. Looking around I tried to see if Damon was nearby. I could smell coffee going and something baking in the oven as well. As I moved to get off the couch I saw a handwritten note on the coffee table.
Eva, I had to run to team lift this morning and you looked so beautiful and peaceful sleeping there I didn’t want to wake you up. Last night was one of the best nights of my life, I can’t wait to do it again. I left you a surprise on the kitchen counter. You have to accept it or you’ll break my heart.
-Damon
I reread the note several times, going over every possible meaning in my head. He thought last night was one of the best nights of his life? It had definitely been one of mine. Stretching my arms, I stood up to walk over to the kitchen and see what he had left me. I noticed there was a covered dish with a cup of coffee from Leslie’s on the counter. Thinking that was the present, I walked over to it to start eating.
As I reached for the coffee I saw a white iPhone box laying on the counter with a note on it with my name. He had
bought me a freaking phone. I did a happy dance and went to open it up. Inside there was a gorgeous rose gold colored phone in a marble case. It was the most amazing present I had ever gotten. I hadn’t wanted to accept a phone when Eric offered, but for some reason it felt different with Damon. “Probably because you’re falling love with him,” a snarky voice said in my subconscious. I wasn’t going to admit that to myself yet. I picked up the phone and turned it on. Damon had put his number in it along with several other numbers he had labeled ‘Garage Code’, ‘Elevator Code’, etc. Had he really given me the passwords to his whole apartment? That had to be good, right?
Setting the phone down I lifted the lid to the covered dish and saw French toast and eggs with a side of berries underneath it. It smelled heavenly. I began to eat, playing with my phone and looking at all of the apps he had downloaded on it while I did. I decided to text Damon. “Thank you for my phone. It’s the most amazing present I’ve ever been given,” I texted him. A few seconds later he sent a response. “It was my pleasure. Now I can call you whenever I want,” he wrote. Before I could respond he sent another text. “Are you still at my house? If so, you should stay all day. I’ll be home soon and we can spend the day together.” I was about to respond yes when I remembered that the concert was this afternoon and evening. Looking at my phone I realized I only had two hours before I had to go and meet the team to get ready together. I texted him about the concert and he sent a frowny face. “Text me,” he wrote. Smiling to myself I finished eating and went downstairs where Shelton was waiting to take me back to campus.
Chapter 25
Despite my amazing night with Damon I was still very eager for the concert tonight. Even if Selena was going to be there, I had never been to a concert and everyone couldn’t stop talking about how amazing The Riot was live. For the first time in my life I was going out with a group of girls. As Selena had ordered at practice, we were all getting ready together. I felt shy as everyone chattered excitedly around me. Girls were changing, doing each other’s hair, and fixing their makeup. I had decided to wear my white bandage dress for the concert. It was really the only thing that I had that was dressy and everyone seemed to be going all out for the night. I had bought some mascara at a drugstore and was trying to apply it carefully when one of the girls stepped up behind me. “I kind of hate you right now,” she said smiling. “What do you mean,” I asked. “You have got to be the must stunning girl I have ever seen, you don’t even need that mascara!” she answered. I blushed. I thought she was beautiful herself. She had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair that she was wearing pin straight. Her eyes were a bright spring green and she had a button nose with a smattering of freckles. She was wearing a black halter-top with tight leather leggings and knee high boots.
“I’m Lexi,” she said with a grin. “I didn’t get a chance to say hello to you during practice, but you were amazing out there. Selena has got to be shitting herself now that she has competition.” I didn’t know what to say. I had never had a girlfriend and I was sure my social ineptness would scare her away. I ended up just smiling at her and laughing self-consciously. She didn’t seem to notice my awkwardness however. Instead she picked up a curling iron and began to curl my hair. It felt strange having a possible girlfriend who
I could do things like get ready with. As she curled my hair
she chattered away. “Just wait until you see the lead singer of The Riot,” she exclaimed. “He gives Damon Pierce a run for his money. Of course he and Damon are best friends and Damon sometimes sings in the band with him. Just imagining them side by side… holy hotness,” she said fanning herself. I laughed. I couldn’t imagine someone even coming close to Damon’s level of gorgeousness. Lexi finished my hair and I gaped at the mirror. I had never had the chance to truly dress up and I hardly recognized myself. I had curls falling softly down my back. My mascara had made my unusually colored eyes pop and Lexi had even lined them with a little bit of eyeliner to make them stand out even more. Lexi had lent me a light pink lipstick. I still felt like me, but like a much prettier version of myself. I smiled at Lexi through the mirror.
Just then Selena called out that it was time to go and we loaded into cars. Lexi and I made sure to get in a car away from Selena and Eric’s bitchy red head (I kept forgetting her name). The cars Selena had mentioned turned out to be limos. The girls chattered and giggled to each other and someone had popped open a bottle of champagne and was handing out glasses of it to everyone. Loud music was banging through the speakers and the atmosphere felt frenzied with excitement and energy. I slowly sipped my champagne as I listened to Lexi talk to the other girls. The girls we were riding with seemed much nicer than Selena and her crew.
The ones sitting next to us introduced themselves. There was Kacey, a stunning petite brunette with hazel eyes, Lauren, an auburn headed girl with dark green eyes, and Marin, a tall, leggy girl with bleach blonde hair and chocolate colored eyes. All three girls were super sweet and made sure to include me in their conversation. They were of course going on and on about Mason and The Riot and how he was friends with Damon and Beckham Stone. I didn’t let on that I knew Damon and leaned closer to listen. “I would literally let him do anything to me,” yelled Lauren, sloshing her champagne a bit in her excitement.” “So would I,” squeaked Kacey. “Maybe
Selena has surprise backstage passes and we can get close to
him,” said Marin. All three girls stopped and pondered that scenario for a second. “Ahh, either way this is going to be a night to remember ladies,” cried Lexi, bringing us all together for a toast. I laid back in the seat and stared out the window as the city passed by. By the end of the ride I was laughing along with the girls, feeling like I belonged on the team for the first time.
Chapter 26
(Mason)
I grunted as my orgasm passed over me and I emptied myself into the redhead’s mouth. I was pleasantly surprised that she had the mouth of a hoover vacuum. It had been an excellent blowjob. She pulled back, swallowing obviously in what I’m sure she thought was a sexy way. Security had done a good job of picking her out as she was checking in for the concert. She had bright green eyes and smooth skin with a sprinkle of freckles, and her rosy lips lined in red lipstick had looked great wrapped around my cock. She probably wouldn’t have be
en half bad to keep around for a day or so, but Courtney would be arriving later tonight so she had to go.
Now was the time I hated. I tried to be nice, I would always make sure my staff sent girls I hooked up with away with some better tickets than they had come in with. Plus, they would always have a story to tell of how they gave a blowjob to Mason, the lead singer of The Riot. They still always left pissed off though. Somehow they always deluded themselves when I said hello to them that they were going to be the girl to turn my head and make me break up with my sexy actress girlfriend, Courtney Rayne.
Courtney was smart and looked the other way at my hookups on my tour. Some of my past girlfriends had tried to follow me on tour so I wouldn’t stray and quickly got the boot. I couldn’t think of anyone but Damon and Beckham who I could deal with for long periods of time. Courtney had a career and was satisfied with being able to call me her boyfriend and warm my bed when I let her. I thought she still got a pretty good deal getting to attend events with me and being seen on my arm. Getting with me had elevated her career way beyond where it was when I met her. Last year she had even been nominated for an Oscar. Plus, she was a pretty
good fuck and was up for anything I wanted. The after concert sex tonight would be hot. I needed to ask my manager what time she was coming in to make sure a car was there to pick her up. She might be okay with me fucking other girls on the road but she definitely expected my attention when she was in town.
