by Abbie Kaid
Shine In Fame
Hold My Hands And Let’s Shine
ABBIE KAID
Hidden Star Series Standalone
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Chapter 1 - Angela
Chapter 2 - Ray
Chapter 3 - Angela
Chapter 4 - Ray
Chapter 5 - Angela
Chapter 6 - Ray
Chapter 7 - Angela
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Chapter 1 - Angela
Life is never easy for those working as secretaries. You literally live and breathe every day for another person's satisfaction. The unfortunate thing is that most of these bosses don't get to appreciate how hard you strive just so their establishment and all they've built over the years don’t go down the drain.
My name is Angela and I'm twenty-three years old. I'd say that to an extent life has always been a little bit rosy for me. Apparently, I've never really struggled too hard for most of the things I have, even with the fact that my parents were only living on an average salary level. Somehow, life keeps offering me the very best of everything with little or no stress at all.
Working for the music label Getaway is actually a dream come true for me. The truth is that I didn't really apply directly to it. When I say I didn't apply for it, I mean I didn't have to pass through the stress of dropping a letter and possibly waiting for the day they'd call me for an interview. I literally got the opportunity to work as Damen Price's secretary on a gold platter.
As a matter of fact, I've always admired Damen Price so much. He happened to be one of the most popular music producers and Getaway record label executives. I, for one, love him for his handsomeness. Aside from the fine face, Mr. Price has a nice, fit frame that is capable of making a lady get excited involuntarily, maybe even a little wet. For some reason, Mr. Price was always on the news and it was quite obvious that the LA press and journalists really made a lot of money from talking and writing about him.
Well, I do have a soft spot for very controversial people, so I wasn't surprised when I started searching for Mr. Price's social media handles on all the platforms that I was using. My major aim of clicking those “FOLLOW' icon buttons on both his Instagram and Twitter account wasn't because of his weekly giveaway challenge for freebies but because I admired him like crazy.
I smile to myself as I begin to imagine how that single act brought me to Getaway. From crushing on Mr. Price and eventually stalking him on social media platforms, I had the opportunity of partaking in a job offer giveaway from him and boom, that was how I became staff working directly under LA's finest and most iconic music personality.
I'm still lost in my thought when all of a sudden, a voice brings me back to reality.
“Angie!” Ray greets.
He really startled me. I was so engrossed in my imagination that I didn't see him standing in front of me all along.
“My name isn't Angie, but Angela,” I reply sarcastically.
“But this is what I choose to call you. Angie is the short form of Angela,” Ray tries to explain with a broad smile.
Ray is really handsome and well-built. He has been working for Getaway since even before I came. In fact, the company considers him as a valuable asset and that's why they respect his demands. For unknown reasons, his songs somehow have a way of topping the charts in a very short space of time. However, his calmness, dedication, and handsomeness made him loved by all. I like Ray, too. Despite his busy schedules, he always finds time to talk to me first before entering the studio.
Ray moves closer to where I'm sitting and leans on the table while moving his face to mine. “You seemed to be lost in thought when I came in. Who's the man?” He ends his statement with a pout.
“Come on, must it always be a man?” I try denying it immediately.
Actually, for the two years, I've worked for the company as Mr. Price's secretary, Ray and I were known by most of our colleagues as best of friends. Some believed that our closeness was just too much to be ordinary friendship with no strings attached considering how much attention Ray showered on me. Well, talking about dating Ray, I didn’t see the possibility of that happening then, nor now or even in the future.
Looking a little too directly into my eyes with his right hand rubbing gently on my neckline, Ray moved closer till I could feel his warm breath on my face. Before I could have the chance to push him away, he leaned in and gave me a peck on the chin quite close to my lips.
It's very obvious that Ray wanted to kiss my lips but somehow lost the courage halfway into the act. For someone who's so desired by almost all the female staff and fans, it seems funny and at the same time surprising that he is intimidated by me.
“I'll cut off those lips next time you try nonsense with me,” I yell at him in a friendly manner as he is about walking out of my office. As a matter of fact, I love the way Ray flirts with me. He does it with an excess dose of decency that leaves me smiling at the end.
Ray pauses as he gets to the door. He turns toward my direction and then blows kisses at me.
“You’re an asshole!” I yell at him before laughing out loud.
“I love you too,” Ray responds sarcastically and then winks at me before finally walking out of my office.
In no time, Mr. Price walks in and hands me some documents to sort out
“Angela, I'll need you to go through this and get back to me in thirty minutes.” He pauses to look at me for a while before starting to hit a finger on the table. “Thirty minutes! I hope I'm clear?”
I nodded with a broad smile as I watched Mr. Price's stern face gradually betray him.
Actually, Mr. Price happens to be one of the most intriguing executives in Getaway. Working under him is so much fun for me. Even while trying to act bossy, it's always easy to make him smile by just smiling back at him. He gets to pull a stern face once in a while, but the truth is that he does this only when he's trying to emphasize a point. In fact, I've gotten so used to him that I don't take offense to how he orders me around when he needs urgent assistance for a particular task.
Although I got the job most easily, I valued it so much. I'd do anything to make Mr. Price happy and
satisfied. For Mr. Price, his main interest is only in people he can rely on 100 percent every single day. That's why I went from just being a new face to being promoted to the position of First Personal Assistant in no time. From how I carried out mere office responsibilities, he started trusting me with confidential and personal duties. His strictness made me love him the more. He seems to be one of the very few male folks in the music industry who is not easily manipulated or seduced. My skimpy clothes meant little or nothing to him. Every single day, as I gaze on his handsome face and nice muscular body, I can only wish he could be mine even if it's for a day.
Well, since I couldn't have him moving in between my legs, I may as well fuck him in my thoughts. Of course, it is too early to be filled with so many nasty imaginations. But, I can already feel my panties getting drenched.
Chapter 2 - Ray
Chasing a lady has never been my thing. I have all the qualities that can get any girl drooling all over for me. Yes, I'm that confident. The music industry is one place where you get the chance to live your best life and I'm living mine. Howbeit, ever since I set my eyes on Angela, I knew I wanted her. She is more than just an average girl and I want her to be mine. In actuality, the mere fact that she isn't succumbing to my charms made me love her more. I love girls that aren't vulnerable. I love it when I get stressed about being loved. I've had a couple of nice times with some of my female colleagues at Getaway but I've never really considered a long-term relationship because I tend to lose interest after the first time. They act all easy and simple to get and deep within me; I know that's not what I want.
I can't really say if Angela knows the motive behind my friendliness. For some reason I decide to move with the wind till the time is right. Truthfully, I don't know when I'll be plain with her but I was determined to hang on while starting from somewhere.
As Mr. Price walks into the studio and asks that I see him outside, I was curious to know the big plan that he wanted me to be a part of. Mr. Price coming for me in the studio only meant one thing—something big is cooking and I couldn't wait to hear what exactly it is.
“Hey, Ray!” Mr. Price shakes my hand firmly while smiling and hitting my shoulder.
I'm wearing a designer's basketball jersey and my muscles are really popping out beautifully. Mr. Price hitting my shoulder is just his way of saying that my frame is in good shape.
Personally, I admire Mr. Price a lot. It's as a result of people like him that I keep on striving harder despite how much I've accomplished. Mr. Price's character is topnotch. He treats me with so much respect and is always eager to hear my opinion concerning certain issues in the company. As the company's best artist, he entrusted me with quite several new signings brought in by the company. Once in a while, he comes around to check on the progress of these young and upcoming artists in my care.
For today, it's kind of obvious that Mr. Price didn't come because of the two up-and-coming artists in my care. At least for the period I've been in Getaway, he understands how much I valued my studio sessions. If the subject of our discussion wasn't urgent enough, then he would rather prefer coming back later instead of interrupting me.
“Good morning Mr. Price,” I smiled at him while gently rubbing the point where he punched.
“Ray, good morning!” he responded before going on to add, “so sorry for interrupting your studio sessions.”
“Come on Mr. Price; it's okay!” I replied.
He pauses for a while and then begins to bring out documents from the file jacket he's holding. Handing over two copies to me he says, “I don't want to waste your time so I'll try as much as possible to hit the nail on the head. Actually, you'll meet Angela when you're free and she'll brief you on it.”
After giving me a few seconds to scan through the documents, Mr. Price starts by saying, “The company is really looking for a way of giving back to the people of LA for their support all these years. To be honest, without them we wouldn't have achieved so much in a very short period.” He pauses again as I hand him the documents that I was holding.
“So what's the plan?” I asked curiously, expecting Mr. Price to be a little clearer in his statement.
“We'll be organizing a concert for a few weeks from now. We want it big and massive. Hopefully, it should turn out to be the talk of the whole city. I trust you and Angela to come up with a feasible plan or proposal that'll be submitted to the executive committee by tomorrow.” He ends his statement and waits for my response.
How do they expect Angela and me to come up with a plan tangible enough in less than twenty-four hours? This thought flashes through my mind as I think of a suitable reply for Mr. Price.
“Come on, Mr. Price. You know this isn't as simple as it seems. Why don't you give us enough time...?’’
“Ray, trust me there's no time anymore,” Mr. Price snaps in immediately. “Yes, I admit it. I’m at fault. The conceptual plan was there for some months,” he tries to explain.
So why are you telling me now? I can hear my mind hurl this back at him, but my mouth doesn’t make any sound. Somehow, with a disappointed face, I respond gently, trying to make him see reason with me. “But you should have told us then. Truth is, we wouldn't be complaining if that were the case.”
Taking in a deeper breath, he exclaims in a tiring manner, “How do I start explaining this so you understand?!”
Mr. Price moves a little bit closer to where I'm sitting on the couch and places both hands in a pleading motion. “Ray please, I really need you on this. I know this is too sudden, but it's not entirely my fault. My ex-wife’s court case stopped me from coming to the office and also I wasn't psychologically strong to start this project,” he begs emotionally.
Well, even if I didn't want to help Mr. Price, whose request to an extent is always difficult to turn down due to his manner of approach, I do not have much of a choice. I'm owned by the company and they're entitled to my time for every ramification. The least I can do is to take my best shot every single time I'm called upon to help in one way or another.
“No problem, I'll try my best,” I assured Mr. Price.
Almost instantly, his face lights up as I accept to help out.
“Thank you, Ray,” he shakes my hand and stands to take his leave. “Oh, I almost forgot. I'll drop the documents with Angela. Please try to check them out when you're free,” he added before giving me a warm smile.
“No problem, I'll do just that!” I reply, smiling back at him too.
Yes, this is the opportunity I've been yearning for. I can hear my heart beating faster in excitement. Finally, I'll have a tangible excuse for being around Angela. Regrettably, it was just for a day. But then, that isn't much of a problem. Twenty-four hours was enough to prove how much I wanted her.
Chapter 3 - Angela
“Today is blessed,” I exclaim in joy as Mr. Price exits the office. He told me that the only task I have to handle for the whole day is the content of the documents I went through some minutes ago.
In his exact words, he said, “Ray will be joining you sooner or later once he's done in the studio.”
Although the project is a huge one, I know Mr. Price trusted me to deliver beyond expectations. However, what I don't understand is why he decided to pair me with Ray. Of course, we have professional event planners who, to me, would be of immense help rather than choosing Ray who is just an artist.
I tried to suggest this, but Mr. Price was in a bit of a rush to listen. “Whatever it is, we'll talk about it later tomorrow.”
Does it mean he won't be coming back to the office again today? I couldn't help but contemplate within me. Well, the answer was too obvious. At this point, I wasn't left with any other choice but to hope that Ray would be of help in any way possible.
“Angie!” Ray winks at me as he moves closer to where I'm sitting.
“Come on, must you always be told where to sit every single time?” I protest immediately. I realize that he has no intention of sitting on the visitor's chair.
Turning over to where I'm sitting, he leans on the table and pouts at me before saying “Without people like me, you'd probably not be sitting down there you know? My songs fucking turned this place into an empire.”
I know Ray too well. His narcissistic personality is second to none. Well, it's not as if he's lying, but then I can't just allow him to rub his ego in my face.
“Getaway was there before you came along. I'm sure it'd still be doing well even without you.” Pointing a finger at him, I scold him sarcastically, “it's you that should be grateful to Getaway. I'm sure by now you'd be selling drugs otherwise, but they offered you fame.”
“You know you're troublesome, right?” Ray smiles at me as he grabs my finger and presses it roughly.
From the expression on his face I know he's so pained. I was harsh and I really thought about each of the words I used before saying them. I wanted to bruise his ego so well and it worked.
“Come on Ray, please!” I beg as he drags me by the finger close to himself.
“You sure have a big mouth and I’d love to just sew it shut,” he jests, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Just admit that you're horny and let me be!” I yell back while trying to free myself from his grip.
From all indications, Ray is stronger than me. The more I struggled, the more he giggled and held me tighter. I can feel his dick forming a tent inside his trousers. The bulge keeps poking and rubbing on my thigh as he grabs my ass and starts to move frantically by rocking his dick against what lies between my thighs. Gradually, this act starts to turn me on crazily. My pussy, that was already drenched in the morning as a result of my fantasies of Mr. Price, is covered in pussy juice all over again. My panties are completely soaked and right now all I want is Ray's dick. But then, I feel he just wants to tease me and make me beg to be fucked as punishment for badmouthing him.
