by J. L. Ostle
“Enjoy the show?” I say sarcastically.
“I did, actually.” I’m more than surprised that he admitted it.
“Do you have no boundaries? Don’t think Xander added you watching me in the shower in the job description.” He turns and smirks at me.
“He should have made it clearer,” he jokes.
“Whenever I am in the shower, don’t come in. Got it?” I give him a pointed look before I walk away.
“Thinking of me?” I hear him say behind me.
“Big-headed much?”
“I can show you a big head if you want.” Even though it was just a crude thing to say, I have to keep my legs locked to stop them from shaking.
“You’re sick.” I turn around, but then I feel arms wrap around my middle.
“Were you thinking of me, princess? You sprung up that tight that you needed a release? Did you come hard?” He asks in my ear. I swear he just smelled my hair.
“I was thinking of the guy I’m currently fucking actually,” I lie. “He knows how to please me. What I want and need. It's him that I came for.” He spins me around, his eyes boring into mine.
“I’m not playing these games with you.”
“I didn’t think we were playing any.” I give him an innocent look.
“I’m not doing this with you.” He heads back in the room and I follow him.
“Doing what?” I ask.
“This.” He points to himself and me. “I came here to do a job and yes, I’m already fucking up. I shouldn’t have watched you finger fuck yourself. I shouldn’t touch you. I'll back off.” A part of me feels disappointed.
“Good. You do your job and keep it professional.”
“I will.” He grunts and heads to the next room with me on his trail.
“So, have you found anything?” I watch him pick up a flower vase.
“No, but I want to be thorough. This guy has come into your home and I want to know how. I want to make sure he’s not watching you now.” That’s a scary thought.
“I’m not a diva, you know.” I bite my lip, looking to the floor. I feel him walking closer to me. He lifts my chin and flashbacks enter my head.
“I know you’re not. I was just winding you up. We just need to get used to this situation.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to hear you talking about you fucking anyone.” He steps away from me.
“Because it's unprofessional?” I ask him.
“Because I don’t like knowing another man has touched you.” He looks at me before walking away and this time, I don’t follow him.
I head back to my room and get dressed. I spend an hour reading before a limo pulls up, ready to pick me and Colin up for tonight’s show. On the ride over, neither of us say a word. He makes sure he sits far away from me. I wish that he would say something.
Anything.
He follows me to the stage where the guys are already there talking and when they spot me, they look from Colin to me again. Karen runs to my side, linking her arm through mine.
“Have you two fucked yet?” I roll my eyes.
“No, we haven’t fucked.”
“Kissed?”
“Nope.” I pop the p and see the disappointment in her eyes.
“You're boring. Digger is looking for you by the way.” I groan. I’m not in the mood right now.
“Did he ask for me?”
She shakes her head. “No, but he’s looking around for you.” She smiles at me.
“You’re loving this.”
“I am not.” She tries to act offended.
I walk off stage to the back and soon, I’m being pulled into a darkened corner and feel lips on my mouth. He pushes me hard against the wall, grinding his dick against me. Digger glides his fingers up my leg until they reach my underwear, pushing them aside, entering two fingers inside me.
I want to push him away but it feels so good, and after today, I need a good release. I need a release that wasn’t from my own fingers. I fist his hair, pulling him closer to me. I close my eyes in pleasure but it's Colin who I see. I try and get him out of my head but it’s not working.
I start grinding myself against Diggers hand. I am panting into his mouth when I lose my balance and see Digger is being pulled away by Colin.
“What the hell?” I shout at him.
“I’m here to follow you, remember? I’m not going to watch him treat you like some easy fuck in a darkened corner,” Colin growls but his eyes stay on Digger.
“Who the fuck are you?” Digger straightens up and gets in Colin’s face.
“I’m her new bodyguard her stepbrother, so I have every right to get your ass fucking fired. What do you think my dad will say if he knew you were fucking his stepdaughter?” Digger steps back.
“Digger, don’t listen to him,” I tell him but he won’t look at me.
“You better listen or you can find a different career.” Digger looks from him to me and sighs.
“I’m sorry, Sasha. You’re a great lay, but I can’t lose this job.” He walks away and I waltz up to Colin and slap him hard across the face. I am so fucking angry for what he just did I could slap him again.
“You are an asshole. You get jealous and do that?”
Colin gets in my face, pointing his finger at me. “Listen, I know you wanted to get off, but show some respect for yourself and at least do it in your dressing room.”
“That’s rich, you used to do it in shower rooms and classrooms. If you remember, that’s how I lost my virginity.”
“We were young. We’re older now, so start acting like it.”
“Fuck you,” I shout at him and head to my dressing room. I feel him right behind me. “Fuck off,” I shout, not turning.
“Not happening.” I groan and when I open the door, I freeze when I see roses and rose petals spread all over the room. I look to the mirror, reading the message.
I’ll be watching
Colin pulls me to his side but my eyes are trained on the words. Colin cups my cheeks and connects his eyes with mine. “Stay here, don’t move.” All I can do is nod. I watch him search the room, checking each item before grabbing his phone and talking to someone on the other side.
I sit down in front of the mirror and see my lipstick, the lipstick I use, sitting there. I know I took all my makeup back with me yesterday. I open my bag to check and, yup, it’s gone. He took my lipstick somehow to write this message.
“Sasha,” Colin says, kneeling down next to me. “I am going to stay by your side. You need me.” I know I do.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“I’ve checked the room over. When you’re on stage, I have someone coming to clean up so when you come back all the flowers will be gone. I am going to get a guy to man the door. You go do your thing.”
“My thing?” I laugh.
“Go be amazing. Play.” I nod. “I’ll let you get ready.” He stands up and I quickly grab his hand, an electric shock shooting through my arm, all over my body. His eyes are trained to where my hand is in his.
“Stay close by,” I tell him.
“I’ll be outside the door, then I’ll be near the stage as you play.”
Colin
How is this motherfucker getting in here without getting caught? I called Dad to tell him what happened. I order people to come clean her room and to have someone watch the door. Seeing her sit in front of the mirror, she seemed so small.
I don’t think she has registered the seriousness of all this. I grab my phone and go through my contact list. I hit call and soon my best friend answers.
“Aaron, I need your help.”
“Hey man, what you need?”
“I need you to head back home and give me a hand.”
“A hand with what?”
“Looking after Sasha.” There’s a pause.
“Sasha as in Sasha Bennett? Your stepsister Sasha?” I hear the shock in his voice. I start pacing in front of the door.
“Yeah, that S
asha.”
“Isn’t she, like, famous now?”
“Yes, that’s why I need your help. There’s a stalker following her, leaving notes. He’s been taking pictures of her as she sleeps.”
“Fuck.”
“I know I’ve been AWOL for the last year, but its serious man.”
“Give me a couple of hours and I’ll be right over.”
“Thanks, man, I’ll message you the address and your name will be on the list. Just come look for me, okay?”
“Sure, man.” We say our goodbyes and hang up. I know Aaron will help me. I need more hands-on-deck. I can’t be with her twenty-four seven. I need to sleep, too, so with us both looking out for her, she will be safer.
I’m still pacing up and down when I hear a cough behind me and see Karen standing there, watching me. “Don’t mess with her,” she says in a harsh voice.
“I’m just doing my job.” I try and reassure her.
“I know you have history, but I remember how you two were back then. She’s hurt that you’ve ignored her over the years. She wanted to stay in your life but you pushed her away.”
“This has nothing to do with you,” I say angrily.
“It has everything to do with me. I had to pick up the pieces. Be her shoulder to cry on when you wouldn’t let her see you when you were in the hospital. She wanted to be there for you, but no, you had to be a selfish dick. You keep her safe, but keep your hands to yourself.” She turns and walks away.
I grip my hair in frustration.
After fifteen minutes, Sasha reappears in black leather pants and black leather corset. Fuck, I don’t want to see her in this right now. “Are you okay?” she asks me softly. I look into her eyes and the anger, the hate that was there has faded away. Another thing I don’t want to be seeing. Her looking at me like this, she looks like she did when we were eighteen.
“I should be asking you that.” We both stand there looking at one another.
“I better get going.” I nod in agreement.
I walk her to the darkened stage, everyone in place. I look to Karen and even though it’s dark, I can feel her eyes on me. Watching me. A single light lands on Sasha and the crowd roars out to her. She introduces herself and to the band and soon she starts to sing before the rest join her.
I watch mesmerized for the first song until my thoughts come back to me. I speak to a nearby worker and ask them to check that Sasha’s dressing room is still guarded and if the flowers have been taken care of.
I try and stay focused on my surroundings and not on Sasha’s voice, even though it's lulling me to her. I recognize some of her songs from her two albums and a few covers. I look out into the crowd to see if I can notice anyone looking shifty, but it looks like there are thousands of fans and no way can I tell from here.
An hour into the set, I feel a clap on my shoulder and I turn to see Aaron standing at my side. I give him a quick hug, thankful he got here so quickly.
“Fuck, man, she definitely is all grown up.” His eyes trail over Sasha and I give a shove.
“Thanks for coming.”
He shrugs it off. “It's fine. I get it. Besides, I’m still pining over Karen, especially now. She has turned into such a fox. I hate that I missed my chance back in school.” His eyes trail over her.
“Stop thinking with your dick.” I chuckle at him.
“Sorry. So, what’s the plan?”
“We both will be looking out for her. The guy seems to be only interested in her. We take turns in shifts when she sleeps. We search her home or wherever she stays including her changing rooms.”
“This is totally fucked up man. I know I’ve read about stuff like this happening, but I would never have thought it would happen to Sasha. Do you remember what she was like back then? Wearing baggy clothes, thick framed glasses. You wouldn’t think from looking at her now it’s the same girl.”
“I always knew she was beautiful. Inside as well as out.” I sigh out a long breath.
“I know you loved her. I knew it hurt you that you had to end it. I’m sorry, man.”
“Yeah, me too. I just want to make sure nothing happens to her.”
“And nothing will. She has us both to look out for her. The sick motherfucker will regret messing with your girl.” He starts punching his palm.
We watch the rest of the show, Aaron going to her changing room every now and then. The flowers are gone, the message on the mirror is gone. If the guy is watching her, I’m hoping he sees that I am now in the picture. Hopefully, he will move on to someone else.
When they start to walk off the stage, Sasha comes to my side, dripping with sweat but she still looks beautiful. “What did you think?” she asks me. I am about to reply when I hear Karen scream behind me.
“Aaron, is that you?” Karen shrieks, running into Aarons' arms. “What are you doing here?” She steps back, her arms still around his neck as he holds onto her waist.
“Colin invited me, I’m here to help look after Sasha.”
“I hope you’ll be looking after me, too,” she purrs at him as he smirks at her.
“I’m sure I could do both.” He winks at her.
“I hope you can.” She presses her body close to his.
“Aaron is here?” Sasha asks me. I look away from them to her.
“I thought it would be best if we had the extra help. You know who he is, so thought that was a bonus. I just don’t want to leave any chances.”
“Why would you get someone without consulting with me?” she asks angrily. “I don’t want even more people to know what’s going on.”
“I need the help. I can’t stay awake twenty-four seven looking after you.”
“We’re going to be hitting the bars.” She huffs and starts to walk away. She was fine before, why is she getting so angry now? I swear that girl is starting to get on my nerves. I follow close behind her. I turn to see Aaron and Karen still flirting with one another and I roll my eyes.
“Aaron, move it,” I yell at him and he jumps back, running to my side.
“I am so getting some.” He cheers.
“I told you to stop thinking with your dick. You can fuck her when I say you can.”
He stops, looking confused. “That’s unfair,” he whines.
“You are here to help me, when it’s all over, you can fuck her.” I watch Sasha enter her room and I stand by her door as she slams it shut. I look down the halls, making sure no one is looking our way, or looking conspicuous.
“I hate you.” He crosses his arms.
“I love you, too,” I say sarcastically.
Unknown
I watch as she sings out to the crowd but I know she is singing to me when her eyes land on me. They are supposed to look out to everyone, but I know it’s different when she sees me. It’s always different when she sees me. I feel that pull. That feeling that says she is mine.
After the show, I stay where I am as the crowd starts to disappear. I move a little so I can see her and the band talking to Colin and Aaron. I feel angry as I watch Colin look at her like she is his.
She isn’t his.
I know they dated before their parents got married.
I know he hasn’t been in the picture for years.
But he’s back in her life. I don’t like it. I know that he made sure someone stayed outside her changing room. I saw them take away the flowers I gave her.
He’s going to try and keep her away from me, but that’s not going to happen.
They will slip up. They always do.
I know her life inside and out. I know her past and I know her present and I definitely know her future.
I am her future. I palm my fists as she looks up at him. I see red as I watch her walk away with him right behind. I walk outside, sticking to the shadows. I know where the cameras are so I know where to avoid.
I don’t wait long before they all get into cars, hearing where they are going. I run to my car, following not that far behind. Seeing Sasha step out, fres
hly showered in a black mini skirt and tank, my dick hardens for her.
I remember when I felt her soft skin as she slept.
I can’t wait to touch her again.
I wait in the long line patiently to get inside and, once in, I look straight to the VIP area and see Colin and Aaron looking around the room. I know they won’t spot me. They aren’t expecting me, but they soon will.
I order myself one beer and sit on a stool as I try and not look too obvious with my staring but as I look around the room, everyone is gawking up at them. Men whispering, women shrieking in excitement.
Karen and Sasha soon stand up and start dancing. Her smile really brightens up the room. She looks so happy, I can’t wait to see that every day.
Soon, Sasha. Soon.
Colin
A limo takes us to a closed-up building. I watch Sasha sitting across from me with her arms crossed. Aaron took the first shift as I told him I had to get up first. Sasha is doing a music video and from the look on her face, she looks a little hungover.
Serves her right, really.
I stay behind her as we get to the set.
I follow her inside the building and a man with spiked grey hair, wearing tight black pants and shirt, comes over with his arms spread out. “Sasha, darling.” He holds her hands and kisses both her cheeks. “I hope you’re as excited about this as we are.”
“You know I’m always excited to be working with you. I never work with anyone else.”
“You better not.” He swats his hand at her. “Who is this yummy specimen?” He looks at me, his eyes trailing all over my body, landing on my crotch.
“He’s my new bodyguard,” she says with no emotion.
“He is delish. Ever wanted to be an actor?” He walks towards me.
“Not really.” I stand up straighter.
“What a shame.” He eyes me one more time before walking back to Sasha who is smirking at me.
I follow them through the building, looking at the workers, seeing if I can spot anything out of the ordinary. We stop at a set that looks like a bedroom and next to it is another set that looks like a park. A few people start moving equipment and cameras and I step back so I’m not in the way, but still close by.