Chris Chariton.
Chris Chariton was the last person Starr was willing to see at that point in time, but it was the public, 'the will to see' law didn't apply there.
He has a wide grin on, a grin wide enough to contain the lounge. "The club is the last place I'd have ever imagined seeing you," he said with a smile, causing Starr to scoff.
"And why is that?" she asked with a smirk, crossing her legs.
He shrugged. "You're… What's the word again." He paused, tapping at his chin to think of the word, then lifting his hands as his face spread like he had gotten a new idea. "Austere. That's it."
Starr shrugged.
"Ascetic," he said.
Starr shrugged again.
He chuckled. "You must be used to being described as that, uh?"
She shrugged once more, not wanting to exchange words with him, hoping that was going to send him away. But, Chris was far from going. "May I?" he asked, pointing to the space beside her, asking if he could take the space.
"No." She kept her reply short.
He chuckled. "Wow, that was pretty straight forward."
Starr prayed. Prayed that he left her alone. She knew Chris wasn't good for her, not in any way. He made her want to giggle, laugh, and talk; those were bad signs, signs of someone who was going to leave one in a doleful state.
"Hey man," Magnus greeted Chris, arriving with a dry martini for himself and cosmopolitan for Starr. "Looking good as ever." He smiled widely, causing Chris to reflect his expression.
"Not as good looking as you."
Magnus chuckled. "Is Valentine around?" he asked Chris, looking around as he handed Starr her drink.
She let herself smile a bit, consciously collecting her drunk from him, knowing how absentminded he was at that point in time. "He's around the corner, probably…" Chris didn't finish as he began to look around the lounge, then stopping at the close end of it, before he said, "There, right there." He pointed, making Magnus stretch a bit, nodding as he sighted Valentine talking flirty with some guy.
"Err… I'll be off now," he said to me with a smile, then turning to Chris. "Have a seat pal. Feel comfortable, she's all yours."
Starr frowned at him, mouthing, "Seriously?"
He ignored her. "Be nice," he warned her, waving his index finger at her. With that, he took off without even turning back for a second.
Starr groaned, while Chris sat and made himself comfortable. "Why the rigidness though?" Chris asked, crossing his legs and spreading his arms on the back of the couch they were seated on.
Starr ignored him, sipping from her cosmo.
"Heard you've never had a lover," Chris said. "No, not after fame."
Starr was trying her hardest to not reply, but before she knew it she replied, "Heard from who?"
"You're pretty high in the industry you know, and mysterious. So, most want to know." He shrugged, making Starr scoff.
"Yeah right?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
"And how-" Starr had begun, but was quickly shut off by a squeal, as a young blond lady ran towards them.
"Chris Chariton! Oh my gawd, it is you," she said as she made to hug him, drawing attention to them also and making Starr squirm. She wasn't a fan of such kind of attention, it made her highly uncomfortable. "I'm such a huge fan," she said with a cherry like voice, while Chris stood to take her hug.
"Really?" he asked with a smile, causing her to nod and began to chat animatedly about his works and how she loved him and them.
For some reasons, that made Starr's stomach churn. The stare had shifted, but Starr found herself still squirming. How friendly he was with her, conversing and being the fun and friendly person he was, it made her uncomfortable in various ways. She took that as her cue as she drank from her cosmo and dropped it, grabbing her purse as she rose and began to leave, forgetting Magnus was her ride.
She didn't get to go far, before she heard a low, 'Sorry, got to go' from Chris, then a low whimper from the girl. She heard footsteps approaching her, and soon Chris was by her side. She fought every urge she felt to turn and look at him, keeping her gaze ahead. "Running?" he asked with a chuckle.
But, Starr wasn't up for it anymore. She didn't like how he made her feel and the better she was apart from him the best for her. She kept her mouth shut as she walked down the stairs and out of the club. She thought he was going to leave her, let her be, since she was ignoring and wasn't paying him attention. But, no, he followed her. Followed her quietly, not saying a single word to her, but simply providing his presence.
It wasn't until she was out of the door and ready to leave, before Starr realized she had left her ride in the club. She sighed, muttering 'Stupid' to herself. Still acting like Chris wasn't with her, she pulled out her phone from her purse and began to call Magnus. She paced, listening to the call ring and come to an end, without him picking her call. She called him again, and again, but he still didn't pick. She was getting frustrated and angry, when she felt a gentle tap on her arm. She didn't bother to check who it was, before she groaned and said, "What do you want Christopher?" She turned, sparing him a glance, that ended up looking like a glare.
Chris lifted his hands up, like in surrender. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. Just wondering if you needed a ride, I did come with my car. I mean, looking at your ambiance, Magnus is your ride and isn't picking." He shrugged. "He's probably, in some corner, sucking at Valentine's face."
Realizing Chris was most definitely not lying, Starr sighed, letting her shoulders fall. "Maybe."
Chris pointed to the car park. "I can give you a lift," he said, lifting his shoulders.
Starr tried to look for other options, but she kept on reaching an end. She didn't have any other choice, he was pretty much the only choice she had, and she definitely didn't want to go back to the club. So, she nodded with a sigh. "Sure, fine."
Chris nodded, as he began to walk towards the park. She followed silently behind him, listening to the clicking of her heels. Chris stopped by a jet black Benz, opening the passenger seat door for her, stretching his arms. "Thank you," Starr muttered as she got in, avoiding his gaze. She wasn't ready to fully accept her defeat.
She watched Chris turn around, and get into the driver's seat. He didn't say a word to her, making Starr wonder if she had affected him in some way. He started the car, and drove. "Address?" he asked.
She told him.
He simply nodded, driving out of the park and away from the club in silence.
Starr wanted to oh so desperately slouch, but no one got to see her so relaxed, apart from Magnus and herself. So, she kept her legs together and bent them to the right, resting her arm on the arm rest. She shut her eyes, trying to wash away the various feelings she was feeling.
"Why are you always so grouchy?" Chris suddenly asked, making her eyes burst open.
She sat upright. "Huh?" she asked, instantly feeling dumb for asking such. She had heard his question, but she didn't have a reply. She had never been outrightly asked, people simply thought whatever they wanted to, ignoring whatever the truth was and she didn't mind. She didn't like having to tell people.
"Why are you always so grouchy?" he asked again, not minding.
Starr adjusted in her seat, dusting invisible dirts from her dress. "I'm not," she tried to defend herself.
Chris laughed. "Well, you spend most of the time I see you, frowning. I can count the times you smiled, but can't recall a laugh. The frowns, uncountable."
Starr moved uncomfortably in her seat, sparing Chris a glance, his gaze was fixed on the road. "That's not true. I do smile."
"I never said you don't. I only said, you frown more. So, why?"
She frowned, wondering why she let him make her feel uncomfortable as she moved in her seat again. She didn't owe anyone any explanation, so she made him know. "I owe you no explanation, for my moods."
Chris nodded. "True that, but-"
"No buts," she cut him off. "Just focus on the road huh?"
Not wanting to come off as too pushy, Chris nodded, smiling to himself. "Okay, ma'am."
It wasn't long before they got to Starr's apartment. Chris quickly got out of the car, when he parked, going around to open the door for her. Starr watched him, patiently waiting for him. Yes, she was her own woman, but that wasn't going to make her miss out on the whole queen treatment thingy.
Chris opened the door for her, stretching his arm. She took it gently, enjoying the warmth it produced. He shut the door behind her, placing his arm gently on her bare waist as he led her to her door. Starr body heated up, goosebumps rising, hair standing, and her panties damping. She wanted to physically groan at her body reaction, but she couldn't, she was too engrossed in the feeling she forgot how to grouch. It had been so long she had felt the firm arm of a man on her bare skin, she wanted to melt, melt into it. But, she had to keep her cool.
She was way deep into the feeling that she didn't know when they got to her door, until Chris asked, "I guess that's goodnight then?"
Almost physically whimpering at Chris pulling his arms away, she didn't know what came over as she quickly said, "How about some tea?"
Chris frowned a bit, causing her to begin to feel unsure and spank herself for her rash decision. "You don't have to, if you don't want to," she quickly made him know, not wanting to seem desperate. After all, she was a strong independent woman.
"No, no. I would love some," he quickly replied, making her release a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "I'll love some tea."
She nodded, unlocking the door and letting both of them in. She knew she had made a decision she was most likely going to regret, but the deed had already been done. So, whatever, she guessed?
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It was a five-star hotel with all the service a person could ever need, golden furniture here and there. Emma had her legs crossed as she leaned into a chair, laughing at a reality show she had been watching in the hotel. Becoming desperate of not seeing both Starr and Christopher happy, she had dug deep into Starr’s life. Meeting Starr had made her desperate. It pissed her off that Starr was so confident and sure of herself. She hated her guts.Michael Adams was an unexpected news she had stumbled upon while roaming her life. Her source had told her how it is believed that she had changed and became stone cold after that particular man. To Emma, that was a pleasant news. She didn’t hesitate to try to find the man, contacting him and setting up
Placing Starr’s hand bag between them both, Starr crossing her left leg over her right the moment she and Christopher sat down. The interviewer was a black woman that was probably in her late twenties, slim and with a smile so bright it was the lighting to the room. She was dressed in a simple cream suit and brown inner, Starr though her outfit really suited her, but didn’t bother complimenting her. The interview was what was going to determine how she was going to treat her.“Good afternoon,” the interviewer had greeted them, causing Starr to nod while Christopher had replied with a smile and a low ‘afternoon’.The director made his call, the camera rolling and then the interview began. “Hello and welcome, I am your host for today Amber Brown,” Amber had said with a smile as she turned to Starr and Christopher, adding, “And today we have with us Miss Hart and Mr. Chariton.” Amber spoke with a certain type of
It wasn’t long before the picture of Starr and Christopher holding their hands began to circulate on different platforms. It was like they were the 6alk of the town. It was as if people had been waiting for a public evidence. Various interviews had began to pop here and there, for both Starr and Christopher. Starr knew she could trust Christopher, but her jealousy wasn’t going to let her watch him talk to Female interviewers who looked like they wanted him the entire time. Of she found an interviewer who should no interest at all, she wasn’t going to follow him. But also, she didn’t want to seem too protective of him, so she also decided to not go with him. Her pride didn’t let her.About a week had passed since Starr got her car, and she had accepted an interview that wanted herself and Christopher Chariton present. She definitely wasn’t going to accept an interview that wanted her alone, she didn’t want anyone digging into her priva
It had been in the afternoon, before they were both set and ready to go get her car. They had spent the day either talking while cuddled up, or watching some show together – Christopher trying to introduce some shows to Starr, and her still not being fully interested, or them simply enjoying each others company in silence.“Are you set? Do you know what you want already?” Christopher asked Starr as they were both set to leave.Starr nodded without a reply as she opened the door for them both to walk out. Christopher nodded also as they walked out, and straight to where Christopher car was packed.The ride had started quite, until Corinne Bailey Ray’s ‘Like A Star’ began to play. It was like Starr was pulled back to her childhood. Memories of her dad on Saturday mornings, flooded back. Memories of him singing along, dancing with them as he held unto wither her of Sorcha’s hand while he swirled them, their laughter echoing
Christopher had been in the sitting room, watching a television show, when Starr had woken up early. He had been pushing the breakfast he had planned to make for her, to the time he thought she was going to have woken up. But, she had surprised them both and had woken up quite early, around six to seven in the morning. Christopher had been laughing to something a character had said in the show, when Starr walked in. She didn’t say a thing as she walked in, trying to see what he was watching and maybe get why he was laughing. With no intention to startle him, she sat down quietly on one of her chairs, staring at the television. Christopher nearly jumped out of his skin when he had first seen her. He wasn’t expecting her to be there at that point in time, so seeing her there made his not recognize her quickly and causing him to fear. “Geez, why didn’t you make any noise when you were coming or when you arrive?” he had asked her, staring at her.Sta
Starr had made up her mind that from what she had seen, she was soon about to start getting on interviews with Christopher. Maybe her presence there was going to get those women to stay off him. She didn’t like them interview, but maybe things were going to turn around. “Had a stressful day?” Starr had asked Christopher when he walked into her office.Christopher sighed, dropping on the chair opposite her, at the other end of her table. He didn’t reply as he sat slant, his eyes closed his head facing her celling. “Hectic,” he soon replied, keeping his eyes closed.Starr chuckled. “Sorry about that,” she replied, rounding off what she was doing. “What do you need right now? Sleep? Massage?”Christopher chuckled in reply, before saying, “Can you give the massage?”Starr chuckled, not looking at him as she replied, “Because I haven’t shown you my skills, which is why you mock