His Number One Fan

by Wallace, Danyell

  “Now I want you to listen to me.” She says directing her attention to Wildfire. “I'm going to really miss you guys. Even though some of you were the reason to why I lost some of my female employees because you couldn't keep your dicks in your pants, and you ended up breaking their hearts in the end.”

  “Now Sierra, I'm sorry for interrupting you.” Jax speaks up. “But how do you know they weren't breaking our hearts?”

  “Don't give me that shit Jax, now shut the fuck up and let me finish.” She says pointing in his direction. “I have eyes and I know you guys are some good looking men. Am I right ladies?” She asks the ladies sitting around the counter. “Shit if I wasn't into women, I would probably fuck you too, but that's not the point.”

  Everyone, including me burst out laughing.

  “The point is, that I'm truly going to miss you fuckers, and I don't ever want you to feel you can't stop by and perform every once in a while when you're not on the road touring or creating big hits. Okay?” She says almost in tears.

  They all mumbled their okays and yeses to Sierra.

  “Now that I got that out the way, Mason how about you bring your sexy ass around here and help us welcome Doll Face to the club.”

  “Wait a minute. What are you talking about?” I ask no one in particular.

  “Body shots, body shots, body shots!” The other members of the band, begin to chant.

  I look at Caleb, and he has a smirk on his face.

  I stand there curious. Wondering what's about to happen next.

  I watch as Mason stands and walks behind the counter in my direction, coming into my personal space.

  “It's okay honey. It's tradition. We always let Mason welcome all the new beauties to the club. What do you have a taste for Mason.” Sierra asks beside me.

  “Tequila.” He responds.

  Mason pushes my hair to the side, exposing the left side of my neck.

  “Relax Nyla.” He whispers in my ear.

  Sierra places a bowl of limes, a salt shaker, and a bottle of tequila on the counter.

  Mason takes a piece of lime and rubs it along my neck. “This might get a little messy.” He says with a laugh.

  “You think?” I laugh nervously.

  After rubbing the lime against my neck, he places it between my lips, then picks up the salt shaker and shakes a small amount of salt on my neck. Evan pours the tequila into a shot glass, and hands it to Mason.

  “Ready?” He asks me.

  I shake my head yes.

  He tilts my head back, and lowers his head and slowly licks the salt off my neck. My eyes slowly close shut and a moan escapes my lips. He pulls away and grabs the shot glass off the counter and drinks the tequila in one gulp. He slams the glass down, and my eyes open.

  Placing both of his hands to the sides of my face, he lowers his head again and sucks the lime from between my lips, and into his mouth. He removes the lime from his mouth and leans forward and places a kiss to the side of my neck. His lips brush against my neck, working their way up to my ear.

  “Welcome to The Grind Nyla.” He whispers in my ear.

  I grab a hold to his shirt, clutching to it tight.

  “Fuck that was hot!” I hear a female customer say behind me.

  Hell yeah it was.

  “Nyla look at me.”

  I look up and he gently brushes my cheeks with his calloused thumbs.

  Looking down at me, he lowers his head and presses his lips against my ear.

  “Do you want to get out of here?” He asks me.

  I glance over his shoulder before answering.

  “Do you think it would be right to leave your girlfriend here?”

  He turns around and sees Cassie sitting on the stool he vacated, staring at the both of us, and she was pissed.

  “Nyla...”

  “Maybe next time Mason.”

  I walk around him and make my way from behind the counter, past Cassie, totally ignoring her ass. I walk around the counter and I take a seat beside Caleb.

  Caleb stops talking to the pretty brunette sitting on his lap.

  “You alright? Want me to order you a drink?” He asks me.

  “Sure.” I respond while watching Mason and Cassie in a heated discussion. I couldn't hear them, but looking at their actions I'm sure they were discussing what just happened behind the bar.

  Mason leans in and whispers something in her ear. She smiles then slides her arm around his. They walk around the bar, stopping briefly to speak with Evan. Without a second glance from Mason in my direction, he leaves the club with Cassie by his side.

  After an hour of sitting at the bar talking to Caleb and Jax, and watching both Jeremy and Evan throw back shots after shots of tequila, I decide to call it a night.

  “Good night everyone.” I say standing from the bar stool.

  “Doll Face you heading out?” Sierra asks.

  “Yeah I'm out.” I respond. “Caleb are you riding with me?”

  “Go ahead. I'm going to stick around a bit. The way Jeremy and Evan have been throwing them back. It’s safe to say that I'll be there DD tonight.”

  “Okay. I'll see you later.”

  “Later.” He responds back.

  After I say my final goodbyes I walk out the club and hop into Caleb's Camaro. Cranking the car up, the sound of rock music comes through the speakers. I put on my seat belt, put the car in drive and pull out the parking lot, enjoying the sound of the V8 engine.

  seven

  Mason

  When I left the club I was mad as fuck. Why did Cassie get drunk knowing damn well she wouldn't be able to drive home? I should have called a cab for her since she claimed her ride left her. Now I was on the side of the road trying to change a fuckin flat tire in the dark. The street lights on the street weren't helping, and I had no flash light. Fuck!

  With nothing else to do, I sit on the hood of my car with nothing but my thoughts. Looking in the distance I see a set of headlights heading in my direction. I hop off my car and start yelling and waving my hands to flag the car down for help. They pass me but then the car slows down and does a U-turn in the road heading back in my direction. As the car comes into view I realize that I recognize the car. Caleb.

  His car stops a couple of feet behind mine. The headlights dim, and the driver side door opens.

  “Mason are you alright?”

  “Nyla?” I whisper to myself.

  She shuts her door and runs in my direction.

  “What happened?” She asks me, while looking me over to see if I was hurt.

  “I'm fine. It's just a flat. It's so fuckin' dark out here that I can't see so I can't change it.” I respond with irritation in my voice.

  “I'll help you change it.”

  “What?” I question.

  “You heard me.”

  She turns around and walks back to Caleb's car and cuts the headlights on.

  “Is that enough light?” She yells from the open door.

  I look down and can finally see my tire.

  “Yeah.” I yell back.

  I squat down and grab the lug wrench I had laying on the road beside my tire, and I begin loosening the screws.

  Nyla kneels down beside me and watches me.

  “How long have you been out here?” She asks me.

  “Maybe an hour.” I respond in frustration.

  I continue to turn the wrench but the screw wouldn't budge.

  “Shit!” I yell throwing the wrench down. “The fuckin' lug nut is on too tight.”

  I come to a standing position and immediately notice the silence between us.

  I turn around and see Nyla standing there with a look of concern on her face.

  “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I've been having a really rough week.”

  “I understand. I guess we'll have to leave your car here and call a tow truck in the morning.” She responds giving me a small smile. “Come on I'll take us home.”

  She turns around and walks back to Caleb'
s car. I jog up behind her, and I stop her before she can get into the car.

  “Let me drive.”

  She turns around and looks up at me.

  “Do you have somewhere to be?” I ask her.

  “No.” She responds shaking her head.

  “Come on. I have something I want to show you. I promise I won't keep you out too late.”

  Her eyes linger over my face for several seconds before she responds.

  “Okay.”

  She walks around the car to the passenger side and gets in.

  I jog back to my car and make sure all my doors are locked and that I have all my belongings.

  I get in Caleb's car and I rev the engine up.

  “I've always loved his car.” I say getting a smile out of Nyla. “Are you ready?”

  “Yeah I'm ready.” She laughs out.

  I pull out onto the road and make a sharp U-turn, heading in the opposite direction to a place I've never shared with anyone before. Until now.

  eight

  Nyla

  I'm sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window at our surroundings while listening to the roar of the V8 engine, as we cruise the vacant streets. After several minutes of going over bridges, and traveling down winding roads, Mason cuts on the high beams and pulls onto a dark dirt road, slowing his speed so he could maneuver around branches, holes, and the bumpy surface.

  “I hope I'm not scaring you.” He breaks his silence.

  “No. But it would be nice if you could tell me where we're going.” I say looking around the dark space.

  “You're safe. I come out here all the time when I need to clear my head.” He says as we continue down the dark road.

  “If you make this right up here.” He says pointing towards another dirt road. “Go all the way down and you'll find my grandma's house. It's the third house on the right.”

  “How long have you lived here? In Sacramento I mean.” I ask looking in his direction.

  “Practically all my life.” He responds.

  “I don't remember you. Did you attend school in this area?”

  “No. Before my grandma adopted me and my sister. We both lived with my mom on the west side of Sacramento.”

  “Oh.” I respond wondering what kind of life he must have lived.

  The car starts to slow down a little more. I tear my gaze away from Mason and at the view in front of us. When the car comes to a stop. Mason cuts the engine, and gets out the car. I open my door, but before I could get out on my own, Mason is already there helping me out. Shutting my door, he places his hand at the small of my back and walks me to the front of the car.

  “Watch your step.” He says beside me.

  We stop in front of the car and I can't help but to notice how beautiful and peaceful the view was.

  The sky was dark, and the only light around us came from the moon shining bright, reflecting itself off the lake water in front of us.

  “What do you think?” Mason asks, coming to stand beside me, leaning his weight against his car.

  “Peaceful.” I respond.

  “That's why I love coming out here. You're the only one that I've shared my secret spot with.”

  “Why is that?”

  “To tell you the truth. I don't know. Call me crazy, but there's something about you. I just haven't figured it out yet.”

  I look around the lake at the many trees surrounding it while getting lost in the calmness of the place.

  “Do you come out here often?”

  “Just about. I have a lot going on right now, so I'm out here almost every day. Rain or shine. It beats trying to solve my problems with booze and sex.”

  I look at him kind of concerned and shocked at the same time. I stare at him, trying to choose the right way to respond to his confession.

  “Someone like you, I would think you would enjoy having a different girl in his bed from time to time. I mean you're a lead singer of a band. I bet you have girls fighting for your attention all the time.”

  He turns and looks at me with those dangerous gray eyes of his. His eyes stay locked on mine for a couple of seconds before they travel down to my mouth, and down the length of my body.

  “Well when your grandma busts up into your room and finds you in bed with two girls you don't remember taking home with you. There's beer bottles everywhere and used condoms and wrappers thrown on the floor and on the bed. Your grandma is yelling and wondering why you would disrespect her house after all she's done for you. Does that sound like something you would enjoy?”

  “I'm sorry Mason. I didn't mean...”

  “Nyla. No worries. I was the one who fucked up. Me and my grandma are on good terms now. It happened a year ago. I was young and stupid at the time. Unlike some people, I've learned from my mistakes.”

  “Well that's good to know.” I respond, trying to bring some type of humor into our conversation.

  After a couple of seconds, we both bust out laughing.

  “So what do you have going on in your life that you have to come out to this beautiful place?”

  I turn my head to look at him and I catch him looking out at the water with a blank expression on his face.

  My eyes wander over what I thought were perfect features. His short black hair was ruffled into a messy look. He had a perfect straight nose, and his lips had me curious to know how they would feel against mine and my body.

  My eyes travel back up to a pair of eyes looking at me with a look of curiosity in them, and if possible. Sadness. For a moment I regretted asking him the question.

  “We don't have to talk about it. If I get too personal, just let me know.”

  “It's not that.” He responds coming to stand in front of me. “I actually would rather be doing something else right now.” He responds in a huskier tone, while staring at my lips.

  My breathing picks up a bit, and my heart is pounding in my chest.

  Stepping in my personal space, he looks down at me and cups my face with his hands.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him.

  “This might sound crazy, but since meeting you. All I've wanted to do is kiss you.” He says while rubbing one callous thumb against my lower lip.

  “You expect me to let you kiss me after your mouth was all over Cassie's tonight?”

  “She kissed me.”

  I lean in closer until my lips are less than an inch apart from his. “That may be but I didn't see you fighting her off either.” My eyes linger to his lips. They were pink, full and kissable. I lick my own, then I pull away.

  “What are you getting at Nyla?” He asks removing his hands from my face.

  I look up at him then I shrug my shoulders.

  “If I wanted to be with Cassie tonight. She would be the one standing here with me instead of you.” He says somewhat in a cocky tone.

  I raise my left eyebrow in question. Waiting on him to elaborate some more.

  “When I left the club. I took her home. That's it. Then my plan was to drive back to the club and have a couple of drinks with the band, but of course that didn't happen.”

  I shake my head, and begin laughing to myself. “Mason. You don't owe me an explanation.”

  He stands there for a moment, not saying a word. Studying me like he's trying to solve a problem to a math equation.

  “What's your story Nyla?”

  “My story?”

  “Like what's your favorite color. What kind of music do you listen to? What makes you happy, sad, or even cry?”

  “Why?”

  “What's wrong with me wanting to get to know you?”

  “There's nothing wrong with it.”

  “Okay. Then what’s your favorite color?”

  “Yellow.”

  “What kind of music do you listen to?”

  “Anything and everything good.”

  “What makes you happy, sad, or cry?”

  “Why don't you stick around and find out.” I respond with a hint of challenge.

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sp; “How long are you here for?”

  “Two weeks. Is that plenty of time for you to complete my biography?”