“You’re here! Want to hook up? I am ready.”
“I might just leave,” I said then turned around to face the door. My heart is beating so loud. I heard his silly laugh at me. He forgot he almost fuck the woman in front of me last night. If I didn’t leave them I might see a live show of them fucking together.
“You can’t, I will be working today and as you are my assistant then you have to come with me. You can face me now. I am in my jeans,” he said making me face him. He just buttons his jeans when I face him. He is topless but it is better than being naked in front of me.
“I will be meeting with someone today.”
I just nod at him. I don’t have any other choice but to go along with him because this is my job. “I will be in the living room if you need me,” I said then left him. The hallway is full of paintings. I am not a fan of the arts but I know how to see their beauty.
“Tara, right?” a lady approached me as I sat down on the sofa waiting for Peter. She is wearing what housemaids wore. Her blonde hair is in a bun, she looks tall and has a slender body. Her eyelashes are on the flick and so as her pouting red lips.
“Yes.”
“I am Ciarra, our name sounds like, right? By the way, I like your red hair. Is it natural? And your sapphire blue eyes. Are you wearing a contact lens?”
“Yes, and No, they are natural. I like your light brown eyes too,” I said to her, complimenting the color of her eyes. She winked at me. She is wearing heels and her nails are long. She doesn’t look like a housemaid to me if she will just remove her clothes and change into something else.
“Do you have a crush on Peter?”
I immediately shook my head. I don’t have plans on crushing over an arrogant playboy, never will be. I have a boyfriend that I love more than anybody else.
“Better don’t. He is mine and by the way, nice boobs and butt, you are so blessed to have those,” she said then suddenly left me. I saw Peter on the staircase, staring at me. He wore black jeans and a coat. I forgot to bring my coat but I have a layered of clothes on. That would be okay if we won’t stay outside that long.
He slowly went down the stairs as his eyes were fixed to mine. I cleared my throat, unable to produce a word because I was lost in his stares. I shifted my gaze to the vase that I know cost thousands of dollars. He walked towards my way but stopped when I was just staring at the corner.
“Can I fuck you now?”
“Fuck yourself, Peter.”
He laughed at me. The look in his eyes is telling me he is pleased with my response. He pull me out of the house, “Fuck!” he muttered a curse when he saw none of their cars was left. “Whatever,” he said to himself then went back to the house. I saw him press something on the wall and the other wall next to mine opened.
“Don’t worry, this is my baby.”
A sports car showed up in the garage. A mini garage for his sports car? I was staring at the red sports car. It lit up that’s why I looked at him. “My car would be better if there’s two of us. So, you can blow job me while I drive.”
“You wish.”
He walked past me then suddenly smacked my booty. “I am waiting for the time you will scream out of pleasure and will say ‘spank me daddy’ while I push in and pull out inside you.”
“That wouldn’t happen.”
He opens the door for me. I walked my way to the car and sit down silently.
“You are one of a lucky woman who got the chance to sit on my baby,” he said, holding the steering wheel. I am not a lucky woman because I get the chance to spend time with him. I never wished to be in playboy’s car.
“This is a nightmare.”
He laughed at my remarks.
I don’t know what does a personal assistants does. I am new to doing this. Peter is on a meeting with his bandmates while I am here, sitting down, watching the people go round and round, judging them by the way they dressed and ignoring the presence of the men who are whistling at me.
Some even came to me, tried to have a little conversation but would back out if I told them I am engaged. Some won’t mind if I am engaged, some would want to have a date but I rejected their offer. I never knew I would be here, doing nothing just waiting for Peter to go out.
“Hi! Are you new here?” a lady asked me, a cup of coffee in her hand. She is wearing eyeglass that made her more mature looking to me. Her skirt is almost showing up in her underwear.
“I am.”
“That’s why you looked so out of place. A manager of a new artist or a personal assistant?”
“The latter,” I answered. She glanced at my clothes. I am wearing jeans with a shirt and a jacket on. She was waiting for me to say something based on her eyes that is staring at me. “A personal assistant of Peter.”
Her mouth formed an O shape when I mentioned Peter’s name. “The hot one, everyone knows him for being a playboy and a fuck boy. Are you perhaps his fuck buddy?” she asked. Why do others keep on asking me that? Why do they always ask if I am someone’s fuck buddy? Do I look like one?
“I am not--”
“Why?” she hysterically asked. “I have slept with him once and I can say he is good in bed, a monster in bed perhaps,” she whispered. Her eyes almost twinkle, maybe remembering what happened between them as I would care.
“He can make you lose your sanity especially with those big and long--”
“I am going,” I said to stop her. I also saw Peter looking at my reaction when the lady described his friend down there.
“Afraid you might want me, my lady?” he whispered through my ear when I walked towards his spot. No. I am not afraid of it because I know how to control myself.
When the night kicks in. Peter and I went to a bar again not to mention we went here right after their rehearsal. I am too tired to party yet I can’t leave him because this is my job. “Jack Daniels,” he said to the waiter. He keeps on ordering hard drinks for us.“Just a beer for me,” I said to the waiter and nodded at me. I looked at Peter who is looking at me now.“Don’t look at me like that?”Turning tables, I see.“How do I look at you then?” I asked him. He shifted in his seat. There are only two of us at the four-sitter table. He didn’t answer and chose to stare at my eyes. He thought I will be intimidated by his dark aura but I am not.“I want to hook up with you. You better break with that boyfriend of yours, my lady. Weeks later, you wouldn’t realize that it will be me whom you are going to be looking for each day. I will be the one on top of you, on the bed&hell
“How was my performance?”I just give him a thumbs up. We are in the practice room in their house. His bandmates are here with their girlfriends, right after the practice some of his bandmates make out. That’s why he had no choice but to talk to me because he didn’t bring any woman to fuck.“On the bed?”I just shrugged at him. I don’t know. Why is he asking me that? We didn’t even have sex what happened last night was just a make-out. “Want to try it out?”“No, thanks.”“I promise you won’t regret it.”“Can you stop that? I am not your fuck buddy. Find one if you want,” I hissed at him but he is just smiling at me like an idiot. I can’t believe I will be dealing with him for about three months. I need to be successful in this fucking mission.I felt his hand on my waist pulling me closer to him. He pretended to be looking at hi
Peter and his bandmates will be singing again in the bar. They have their schedule for what day and time they will perform there. I badly want to bring my sister here. If only there is someone who would take care of my mother, then I will surely let her come with me. “Water,” I heard Peter says that. I brought his water with me all the time. One thing I realized when I am with him is that he can’t go on working out without water. He keeps on drinking water. “Here.”I opened the bottle for him. I saw him gulp like a thirsty wild animal who haven’t had water for so long. His Adam’s apple moved along with every gulp he made. I am here, waiting at the backstage but I can hear how crazy their fans are. They keep on shouting their name. “Won’t you give me a good luck kiss?” he asked when he handed me the tumbler. I shook my head and I heard him chuckle. “Then I won’t give all my best, tonight.”“Good luck,” they left him. The shout
When I woke up in the morning, I decided to take a bath again. I will be going home now. After taking a bath I just wore the dress I wore last night. I don’t have any other clothes. I just changed my underwear. I put red lipstick on then combed my hair using my fingers. My red hair almost reached my buttocks. It is long but I didn’t have the chance to go to a salon.Been very busy lately that forgot to take care of myself. When I was done fixing my hair, I looked at the mirror again for a final look. I am not expecting anything to happen right now but I am in the mood to look pretty right now.I pull the bag on the bed, ready to leave. When I went out of the guest room, I looked at Peter’s room. Just had a mood to say goodbye to him. I went my way towards his room and knocked three times when I faced the door.It took almost a minute before someone opened the door but I almost rolled my eyes when I saw her.Ciarra was the one who open th
I can't help but utter a curse because of how good he is at pleasuring me. "Please...""Please what, Tara?"I couldn't say the right words to describe what I want right now. I can't believe how I want him to do it to me. How I badly want him right now. He stopped kissing me down there. He looked at me, the smirk is plastered on his face. He kneels in front of me before putting his hands on both sides of my body. He is intently looking at me now. Waiting for me to speak up before he would do anything. I looked through his eyes. His eyes are dark as he stared at me with so much lust. "Fuck me, Peter."He is expecting what I will be saying but he acted surprised when he heard it. "With pleasure," he said then winked at me. He moved his hands up and down on his shaft while looking at me. He bit his lower lip while looking at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him because I am afraid to look at his buddy. He slowly pushed it inside
"Are you ready for tonight's agenda? You will be singing for four hours straight."The boys nodded. We are in a van. Tonight's location is far from their usual place and their manager said to just use a van so we don't have to worry that much about waiting for others to come, or who will drive because they already have a driver.I am here at the back together with Peter and Lester. I don't want to be alone with these two but when fate decides it is really hard to go against it. The travel will be an hour long. The others are sleeping but I can't sleep. I am in the middle and I can't position myself well. Peter is pulling me to him but I remained on my sit. I don't want to be close that much to him. I am afraid of what will happen again. I chose to be at the back but he followed me and then Lester followed too making me feel uncomfortable to breathe.Lester is looking at me from time to time like he always does. He doesn't talk that much
“Sorry, I forgot to call you. Just got busy dealing with the client. How are you, babe?” Matt called me when seven in the evening strikes the clock. He looks exhausted while wearing his reading glass, looking at the papers. Even though it is nighttime, he is still working. I can’t help but be proud of this man. “It’s okay. You want me to talk or just remain silent?”“Do what pleasure’s you, babe. I am fine with anything as long as I can see you.”I chose to stay silent while looking at him, being serious at his paper works. Oh… how much I want to massage his shoulders while he is reading the papers. His brows have frowned while reading, looking so stressed. We stayed that way until he finally decided to end his work and just focus on me instead. “Did you even eat dinner?” I asked him while staring at my screen. Staring at him. This is the man I love. This is the man I will marry. Peter is just a mere task for me and nothing else.
I had no idea Peter would be here. I have rejected him last night to have to go out because I was pissed off with him. He kept on calling me that made me sleep late than my usual sleeping time. He always irritates me, that’s why I can’t forgive him for that.“I thought you don’t have work for today?” my mother’s sweet voice asked me. She is inhaling all the scents of the roses that Peter gave to her while looking at us with brows creased up, don’t even have an idea of what is going on right now. I nodded at her, agreeing because it is somehow true. I just can’t believe that this man standing in front of me is sending me shivers down my spine. Peter’s reflecting happiness is plastered on his face. His eyes never leave me.“What are you doing here?” The madness is evident in my voice. I never welcome him here yet he still chose to come inside without my permission. “Sit down, Peter. Are you planning on going out with Tara?”The