~Juliet’s Point of View~
I shivered and grabbed the comforter, wrapping myself like a burrito. Damn it, did I leave the air on blast or something? My eyes popped open as I found a comfy spot I liked then reality hit and I gasped.
Oh … ohh shit!
I sat up, abruptly and then jerked my neck to see if I was alone. The other side of the bed was empty, but that didn’t mean anything. I was in Jude Stone’s hotel room.
Feisty’s lead singer. I had sex with him last night.
Major, nakee time. Ohh fuck!
My hands went to my lips and I swore I could still taste him there. His bed reeked of his cologne and a bit of whiskey. While I hadn't been drunk last night I was now suddenly, very very sober.
I finally took in the room, his things were still all over the place so he hadn’t left town. Where were my clothes?? It was dark enough in the room I couldn’t really differentiate his things versus mine. I threw off the covers and shivered, was this guy a vampire? Christ it's FREEZING IN HERE!
No, he was definitely was warm last night, oh yes he was. My eyes caught sight of my bra hanging off a chair and I leapt to grab it, my entire aching body letting me know I had still busted my ass all day yesterday. I quickly looked down at the clock on the side table as I hooked my bra, 8:54am.
I was a weirdo who always liked to know what time it was, as if I would have to relay a crime to the police at any given moment. There was a stack of crisp $100 bills on the table and I shook my head at how careless he had to be, just leaving easily a thousand bucks out. He didn’t know me from anyone.
A note scribbled on the hotel stationary caught my eye and I decided to be nosey.
“Hey beautiful, you were incredible last night. Had an interview this morning I couldn’t get out of, I hated to leave you. I’ll be back soon, order us breakfast, J.” He also wrote his cell down.
I gaped at his number and the money. Did he just give me the compliment of my life but then leave me money like I was some whore??
Did he think I was a groupie?? WHAT THE FUCK!
I growled and dropped his note, but stared at it for a minute on the floor. What were the chances he said things like that to all his one night stands? I mean, I’ve had a couple of those, certainly not in comparison to him but this just felt … different.
I had a boyfriend in college and for a couple years after, nearly six in total I’d spent with Marcus. We made love all the time, we were stupid in love. Until we weren't.
Was I completely off my rocker to say that this is the first time I’ve felt that similar level of intimacy?
No, it wasn’t just sex last night … no chance. I mean, he said things to me … the mind-blowing things about my body and the way I felt to him, how I responded to him. Was it really just … all part of his act?
I made a face then frantically looked for my dress. I found it in the hallway of his suite, near the door and remembered how quickly he’d gotten it off me. Not like I protested at all. Not when he shoved me against the wall and fell to his knees, going down on me with my leg over his shoulder. Within seconds of grabbing me out of the hall. Jeez Jules!!
I certainly didn’t try to leave while I was screaming his name, standing there completely out of breath from the hottest orgasm of my life. Up to that point.
God, maybe I was a whore. I fucked a guy who literally could populate a small city with the number of women he’s slept with! A guy that didn’t even know my name or care. At least I know he used a condom. I took the pill but since I knew I wasn’t seeing anyone I wasn’t being the best with it. I would have to get that together.
I bit my lip as I looked at that wall again, remembering. My thighs pulsed with the memory of his unrelenting tongue between them. Damn he knows his way around a woman’s body, that’s for certain! Jada isn’t even going to believe this shit.
Jada!!! Oh damn it! Did she have the baby?? God I’m a shit sister!
I gave up looking for my panties but thankfully my keys were still in my dress pocket. I found my flip flops and blew out of the room. The entire floor was so quiet it was creepy. I hauled ass downstairs and threw myself into the van, just catching a whiff of Jude’s cologne on my dress.
I’m never washing this, never.
Sighing, I tapped my phone screen to life. Thirty missed calls between Jada and Jakob, then photos of them with a little baby girl. Janelle Olivia Rossi, she was beautiful and so tiny. Awww.
I opted to haul ass to the hospital, rather than call. This was a conversation that needed to be had in person. Or an ass reaming that was much deserved. Or me getting put in a straight jacket because nobody was going to believe me.
Did I even believe me?!
I found a spot in the massive hospital parking lot and quickly took stock of myself in the mirror, ohhh no. Ohhh … yes. Hickeys, literally all over my neck. Did I give him some? I think I did!! Ohh. But no one would ask him about his, or care. I made a face.
I grabbed a bottle of water, likely Jada’s from last night and dumped some into my hand before trying to fix my hair into a ponytail. I took a compact out of my purse and tried to fix myself but it was pretty pointless. Only two days of sleep in a Nyquil induced coma could help this body recover. Maybe if I sleep that long I’ll dream of last night and constantly replay it.
~Flashback~
“You’re so hot baby, I love your soft body, it's real,” a gruff voice said, from somewhere between my double E boobs.
I moaned as his fingers moved between my legs, absolutely bringing me to life. I shamelessly thrust my hips into his hand.
“You don’t even know me,” I said breathless, like an idiot.
What did it matter?? It didn’t! I dug my hands into his smooth black hair, it was shaved up halfway all around and it was about the length of my hand. So ... damn ... sexy.
We both clearly wanted this and right now all my insecurities about my body were absolutely out the window. Because of his lips, his hands reassuring me that to him in this moment, I was his goddess. That’s how he made me feel.
“I hope to change that, fuck you taste good,” he said, as he trailed kisses down my belly.
~End of Flashback~
I was stupid enough to believe for the briefest of moments he might believe that. That he actually did think I was pretty, worthy of him. I rubbed my very real belly flab and sighed before hurling myself out of the van.
As I walked I checked my phone to get the room number from one of the millions of missed text messages. I made my way to the maternity floor and the scent of cleaner and the myriad of other unknown hospital smells hit my nose.
KNOCK KNOCK
I didn’t wait for a response, I was sure they were awake. I lightly walked in to see Jakob standing at the window, holding a bundle and Jada stabbing something on a plate. When her eyes met mine, she actually hissed.
“You come … this late … after missing everything and you don’t even bring me greasy fast food? You’re fucking worthless,” she spat, crossing her arms.
Jakob turned and smiled, then sat down in a rocking chair. I fell into a chair next to her bed and she slowly looked me over, I didn’t say anything.
“Please don’t tell me you missed the birth of your niece for a shitty Tinder hook-up,” she said, clearly getting how my night went.
I started to speak but my breath shuddered. I reached for one of her juice cups and took it.
“I don’t know if I even believe myself what happened,” I finally said, after downing the cool but gross drink.
“Well you obviously got laid, who was he,” Jakob said, not mincing words.
Jada raised her eyebrow, and I knew there was no getting out of it. I’ll just tell them and we’ll move the conversation on … right? Hah!
“Jude Stone,” I said, sitting back and stretching.
They both burst out laughing, but my face didn’t budge or falter.
“Pics or it didn’t happen,” Jakob said, after a minute.
I finally got a good look at the baby, holy crap she was tiny! Just at five pounds I remember one of the texts had said, but otherwise healthy.
“My hands were full with the food, I didn’t carry my purse in,” I said, pretty pissed about that.
Damn it! Why didn’t I keep the note? Oh yeah, cause the note came with the money. The money he seemed to think I was due. It just made no sense.
What I am is completely fucking stupid to think that any of this was real. To think that anything he said to me last night was honest, he clearly just wanted to get laid. That's what all of Feisty does.
Did I regret it?
I never would, and it seriously hurts me to admit that. I had the best night of my life with a guy who absolutely won’t remember me tomorrow. Didn’t even bother to ask my name!
It was beyond ridiculous to think I could ever be more to him than a one night fuck. There was absolutely nowhere for chubby hermit Juliet Cook to fit in his fast paced life full of beautiful people.
I wasn’t fit to be anywhere but in his bed, and likely only in the dark where no one would ever have to see me. Where he could maybe indulge in his secret chubby chaser fantasy. Oh god, that’s probably it! He’s a closet pork pounder. Damn it!!
“You are really serious,” Jada said, breaking my concentration.
“I have no reason to lie. I took the food to the band, but he was in another room. I don’t know, maybe he thought … I was a groupie. Who knows who he thought I was but he pulled me into his room and kissed me … it stunned me but only in the best way. Everything just happened quickly, but I was hardly going to stop him,” I said, not even caring that I was saying this in front of my brother-in-law. We all shared all our weird secrets.
And in the fucked up world of rock gods ... for men like Jude Stone it was nothing to just put his hands on a woman and be fucking her moments later. And for women to let him.
“Are you going to see him again,” Jada asked.
I laughed and snorted.
“No, there’s no point or reason to. He’ll be gone today, back to Los Angeles or his tour wherever he has his glamorous life. I’ll be quickly forgotten,” I said, getting up to adjust myself, sitting back down on my leg. I might be a bigger girl but I’m flexible.
“You are sad about it though, it’s written all over your face,” Jakob said.
Ugh, he always sees right through me.
“Well yeah I mean, I’ll never have another night like this. But I am sorry I missed you popping out a tiny human,” I said, as I stuck out my hands for her.
“Jake, give her the kid and get the hell out of here so I can get the nasty details. I want Sonic. A huge burger with tons of fries, mozzarella sticks and a massive cherry slushie, please and thank you,” she said, nodding her head.
“Ditto please and thank you,” I said, as my stomach gurgled.
~Jude’s Point of View~I felt like I was gliding around, practically floating. What was it about this girl last night? Well first and foremost, she wasn’t a girl. She was a real woman, a female with soft hips and tits, and ass I couldn’t get enough of … and her moans … and fuck the way she responded to me was so genuine. Most women just over exaggerate it all, fake screams and bullshit because they think that’s what I want to hear. Not this one. Shit I didn’t even get her name! How did I not get her name?? I did leave her my number, surely she’ll call, she’ll text. If it was that great for me, of course it was for her. Hell I’d be willing to stay in Charlotte another night just to have her again, have her in my arms, underneath me. Those pouty lips, those chocolate brown eyes, even her cute little toes. We did have two days off, maybe I could swing it.What the fuck am I saying?“Dude hello,” Corey said, waving his hand in front of me.I abruptly turned my chair to him and got in hi
~Juliet’s Point of View~ ~One Week Later~ “This is literally the worst idea I’ve ever had. Bunch of bull,” I fussed, as I struggled to move on the elliptical. “You said you wanted to exercise,” Jakob said, laughing. He was a freak about fitness, Jada was indifferent and me … I didn’t do sweat. They had a small gym in their mini mansion of a house and I rarely went in. Since we were all always together, and especially since Jada got pregnant we just decided it was best to beef up the guest/pool house than to have me live on my own. I paid the electric and water bills but that was all they would let me contribute. It was still a chunk of change in a house this size and with having a pool, but in Charlotte I’d probably drop $1,700 a month for a decent one bedroom apartment. Why bother having my own place when I basically live at the restaurant? I half lived in their house most of the time too, I even passed out on their couch sometimes. Even though we all bicker, we do enjoy each
~Jude’s Point of View~ “And it’s been three days and she hasn’t called,” Corey said, in shock. “Dude you have never tried this hard to find a chick. What was so special about her? How did I miss her,” Slade said, throwing up his hands. Slade rarely partied a lot with us anymore after shows. He had a couple other businesses he was into and getting with random chicks wasn’t high on his list anymore. Suddenly it wasn’t on mine either. I hadn’t touched another woman since my Cookie. I just couldn’t. Not for lack of women trying, they were always trying. They didn't have her smile, her shiny and soft hair, her body. That fucking body of hers... “I’m calling again,” I said, getting up from the kitchen area of the tour bus and going back to my room. I shut the door, kicked off my boots and got in bed. Sometimes we rotated who got the main bedroom on a bus, sometimes the guys didn't care. I cared, I liked my space and being crammed in a bunk sucks. RING RING RING “Cross Roads,” a fem
~Juliet’s Point of View~ “Harder! Really punch it,” Dante shouted, as he danced around. He got me into kickboxing and I had to admit, it was empowering and hot as hell. Learning some self-defense, burning calories and an excuse to touch a hot as sin guy I’ve been drooling for months? Check, check, check. All boxes are full! I really thought I could never fantasize about someone after Jude, I mean who could possibly compare. Dante Dixon, that’s fucking who. This guy was exactly who I would always lust over but never have a chance in hell with actually dating. He’d let his hair grow out this past month and just shaved it a bit underneath like Jude does. Now he had a messy carmel colored shaggy mess and when he sweats … oh fuck its hot. Illegal. “I want to ask you something, for real … for real on the real,” I said, taking off my gloves. He laughed, flashing his perfect white smile. For weeks now he’d become a good friend, someone I confided in about all my fat girl issues. Okay my
~Juliet’s Point of View~“I feel like a whore,” I said, as Taylor finished my make-up. I looked down at this skimpy as hell dress and couldn’t believe it even fit me.“You need some whoring in your life,” he said, nodding.He wasn't wrong, so no arguments there. I spent my early years in a long term relationship and missed out on the whoring college experience. Not that I’m complaining, Marcus and I fucked like rabbits and it was great but Jude was literally only the sixth man I’d slept with and at 29 that seemed pathetic.“So the trainer huh,? You better not turn him down if the mood is right,” he said, slapping my bare knee.He went back to applying some eye shadow and I groaned. I told him it was a fake date but he insisted I make the most of it, do whatever I could to sneak in a kiss or some type of action.“Why would I try so hard to get something from someone who’s not interested when I can have a sure thing with the legend himself in just a short week’s time,” I said, making a c
~Juliet’s Point of View~After a lot of back and forth and trying to calm my vagina down, we settled on a cute little bistro with outside seating where we could people watch. Turns out Dante was damn good at reading people and actually crazy funny. By the end of the night I was practically mesmerized with his eyes, his smile and his laugh.While we had gotten some looks, especially from women, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. At one point some chick a few tables over was making eyes at my date so he leaned in and kissed my cheek in a very sensual way. If there was any doubt I was his date she was getting the message now.He never made me feel less than, he never made me feel awkward or like he didn’t want to be out with me. I actually ordered a full meal and ate most of it, not just picking at salad like most women around us were doing. My appetite had increased since I started working out but since I wasn't cutting out what I wanted I was working on portion sizes. Was I seriously in lo
~Jude’s Point of View~ I don’t know why the hell I let Trey talk me into the strip club, except that it’s Saturday night and I’ve never sat at home alone most nights, let alone on the weekend. Some girl that looked half my age was jiggling her very fake glitter covered tits in my face. She was pretty but not what I’d call beautiful. My cock couldn’t even be bothered, he didn’t stir a bit. I had to admit the inevitable, Juliet had ruined me. Seven amazing fucking hours was all I had with her, but it’s totally changed my life. There’s so much I want to say to her, but I need to do it in person. I need more from her, but how can I get it? She probably thinks I’m a womanizing asshole … and okay maybe I have been. People change, I’ve certainly changed many things about my life. But I’m not being a monk for fuck’s sake, if I don’t get laid soon I’m seriously going to blow. I stuffed a $100 bill in the stripper’s g-string and took a long pull of my beer, waving her off. “Dude, she’d t
~Juliet’s Point of View~ Am I really just sitting here and casually talking to Jude Stone on the phone in the middle of the night? Seems that way. He was actually really easy to talk to, and fuck how could I not want to hear that gruff and sexy voice? It just did things to me, and I found my hands roaming my body the entire conversation. I had to imagine he was doing the same. “I didn’t get in shape to please anyone else but I think being with you gave me the confidence to feel like dating again. I haven’t in so long I’m too busy with work. I felt … empowered with you and I do like being curvy and softer. I certainly don’t want to be a toothpick but I wanted to chase more of the confidence feeling that you planted I guess,” I said, completely blushing. He made some kind of low grunt and for a moment I thought he dropped the phone but he cleared his throat and acted like he was trying to recover. “How old are you? Am I allowed to ask,” he said, almost like he wasn’t sure I’d answer.