The Billionaire and The Pop Star

by Silver, Jordan

  As soon as his hand fisted in her blouse I was on him. “Get the fuck off her asshole.” I flung his hand away and got between the two of them. You could say I was pissed but trying to contain it. I was no longer angry about the display on stage, I knew that was all him and though the world might see a very well coordinated dance routine, that’s all that it was. But this was something more, this was personal and this I would not allow.

  “Who the fuck are you, Shiane who’s this asshole? Is he new security? Tell him who I am before I sue his ass.”

  “Listen you little shit, if you come anywhere near her again I’ll break every bone in your fucking body.” He looked at her wide eyed when he realized I meant every word. Then he stupidly reached out for her again, grabbing her hand this time and I saw red.

  I punched him in the face until blood spurted from his mouth. Only the fact that he was so much younger than I, kept me from following through. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out behind me mad as hell.

  I didn’t have a jacket to give her this time but thankfully she was more covered up. “Did you leave anything back there that you needed?” I asked her after we were in the back of the car on the way home. She called one of her assistants to gather her shit.

  That night I fucked her like a beast, there wasn’t any part of her body that I didn’t lick bite or kiss. At one point she’d cried because it was too much. I ate her little pussy until the sting was eased and then slid back into her.

  We were both sore by the time I rolled away from her as the sun was rising. Dragging her into my arms I cuddled her as we slept.

  The next day I was all over the fucking front page, just what I needed. Some hack had been there taking pictures of the whole thing and the story broke. That’s how we were found out and since that night we couldn’t leave the house for weeks without a camera in our face.

  Things cooled down when they realized they weren’t gonna get anything more from us and my security was very good at evading their asses. They had no access to my private underground parking garage and since I had a whole fleet of cars to choose from they never knew which one we were in if I felt like taking my woman out for dinner.

  Since I didn’t frequent the kind of establishments that catered to the paparazzi or that hired people who’d tip them off to us being there, we were left relatively in peace after the hubbub had died down

  Chapter 10

  Now it’s the night of the last show and she was pissing me off. We’d had an argument of sorts that morning, well I wouldn’t call it an argument exactly but there was definitely some tension.

  We were lazing around having breakfast doing our usual thing, which was something the therapist had told her was helpful for her anxiety. I was reaching over to pour her some orange juice when she sideswiped me. “Trace are we gonna get married?”

  She caught me off guard with that one, coming out of the blue like that and I guess I didn’t handle the situation to her liking. “Why don’t we talk about this later after you’re done with the show?” it was the best I could come up with on such short notice.

  For some reason my answer pissed her off. She’d been showing her mettle a lot here lately once she realized I wasn’t the type to fold my fist and punch her in the face just for kicks.

  After she asked me that she got all quiet for the rest of the day and when she wasn’t slamming shit around the house she was ignoring me. I decided to leave her to her mad and do some work in my office.

  Two hours before she was due to leave I cornered her in the shower and fucked her against the stall although she’d tried to give me shit at first.

  “Mine, you don’t tell me no ever no matter how fucking pissed you are.” I had my hand covering her wet crotch when I said that and moved it away to enter her swiftly. As much of a fuss as she’d made by the time I had her pinned to the wall, her legs were wrapped around my waist and her fingers were digging into my scalp as I fucked her to within an inch of her life.

  She’d cleaned my cock off after I’d off loaded inside her the second time and we’d cleaned each other up after so I was under the impression that she was over her mad. Now she pulled this fucking stunt.

  We’d had a few conversations about the way she dressed on stage and when she let it be known that she wasn’t too comfortable with some of the costumes either but her wardrobe people chose them, I’d put my foot down. Her talent didn’t need any gimmicks.

  I didn’t expect her to dress like a nun on stage but neither did I expect her to show her ass to the world, not when that ass was now the exclusive property of Trace McKenzie.

  I waited until the number was almost at an end and she would be headed backstage for a clothes change. I caught her as soon as she got off the stage and while her helpers were waiting to help her change I dragged her off to the dressing room and locked the door. “Your next outfit had better be something more presentable Shiane, or I swear to fuck, I will drag your ass off that fucking stage and take you home.”

  “Don’t tell me how to do my job Trace, I was doing this before we met and if you don’t like it…”

  My hand came up and went around her throat and I pulled her face close to mine. “Watch what the fuck you say to me little girl, I’m holding onto my temper by a thread, so unless you want me to heat up your little ass when we get home you’d better quit while you’re ahead.”

  “Maybe I won’t be going home with you.” She was pissed and obviously not thinking too clearly because of it or she would’ve been more careful. I laughed in her face. “Try it, there isn’t a hole or rock big enough to hide your ass. And if you get any one of these fuckers around here to help you hide from me I will destroy the fuck.” I kissed her hard enough to bruise her lips before leaving her there. I knew what she wanted but she was just going to have to wait. I’m a man and for a man there’s always the right way and a wrong way to do things.

  I headed back out my seat and that’s when she really did it. I thought I’d made my point when I saw the long dress with the slit up the front. But then one of the male dancers came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her from behind while she sang to him and they did some sorta two- step dance. Then he did something with his hand and the dress was at her feet.

  She kicked it out of the way as the crowd went wild. She had the nerve to dead at me was she sang and then and shook her ass at the crowd. I thought there was going to be a riot.

  I sat there for the rest of the set until she left the stage for the last time. By now my rage was a cool controlled anger simmering inside me. I said nothing as I went backstage where everyone was congratulating her on her performance. “Let’s go.”

  I walked over and took her elbow.”

  “Wait I have to…” one look at my face had her changing tact. She swallowed hard and I could see from her expression that she was finally getting that she’d gone too far.

  All the way in the car I sat away from her while she kept shooting me furtive looks. I kept my face straight ahead and my fists clenched as they hung between my thighs. If I did anything else I’m afraid I might strangle her ass.

  As soon as we got through the doors of home I grabbed her arm and headed for the bedroom and straight to where I kept the belt I used to wail her ass. “Stop Trace you can’t.” She tried to pulling away from me which only enraged me more.

  I grabbed the belt and was about to bring it down over her ass, not even waiting to get her undressed I was so pissed. “I’m pregnant.” Well fuck, that sure stopped me in my tracks. “What did you say?”

  “You can’t spank me, I’m pregnant.” I dropped the belt and stared down at her. There was something strange going on with my heart. It was beating yes, but the rhythm was off somehow. I felt a buzzing in my ears and I thin I lost sight there for a second.

  “You’re pregnant?” I pulled her around to stand in front of me. She nodded and looked down at her feet. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I just found out, I was going to tell you, then I ask
ed you that question this morning and you blew me off.” the memory seemed to renew her anger and she glared at me. “I wasn’t about to try to trap you with a baby, I don’t want to marry someone who doesn’t really want me for me, I’ve had one asshole in my life already.”

  I grabbed her neck and lifted her off her feet. “I told you never to throw that fucker in my face. Just because you’re carrying my child do not think for one minute that I won’t heat your little ass up.

  “What the fuck ever gave you the idea that I didn’t want to marry you?”

  “You said…” She raised her voice and started to yell.

  “Watch your fucking tone, you’re skating on thin fucking ice. What the fuck ever gave you the idea that I’m the kinda man who needs his woman to propose to him? That’s my place, not fucking yours no matter what some feminist new age fuck says.”

  “Well it didn’t look like you were gonna ask, now if you do, I’ll always know it was only because of your precious child.”

  I dragged her into the closet and over to the safe I kept hidden there. It took me a few tries to get the combination I was that fucking pissed.

  Opening the safe I retrieved the little velvet box I’d kept there for months.

  “I bought this two days after we met. I was waiting for you to be finished with this before giving it to you. “Trace I…”

  “Save it, I told you once I won’t pay for what that asshole did to you. Not that that’s clear let’s talk about that shit you pulled tonight.”

  “I thought you didn’t want me, I thought…”

  “So you thought to get back at me by doing something that was sure to piss me off. Just a warning for the future babe, you do not ever want to piss me off. I’ll be lenient with you when it comes to certain things, but outright disobedience will not be acceptable, not now not ever.

  “You want me to leave your ass you pull a stunt like this again. If I say no it means fucking no do you hear me?”

  “Yes.” She mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re too fucking spoilt for your own good. I’m not sure if I should let this slide, but I don’t want the news of my child’s conception to be marred by this fuckery, and since you’ve spoiled my proposal you can live with that shit.”

  I took the box from her hand and put the five-carat diamond on her finger. This was not how I’d wanted this to go. I’d had everything planned out. I was going to take her to Paris since that was her favorite place and propose to her there in one of their over priced swanky restaurants. That’s not my style but it’s hers so I was willing to do it to make the night special.

  I didn’t make love to her that night. Not because of any punishment or anything like that, I think I was just overwhelmed a little if you wanna know the truth. I’d gone from extremely pissed and ready to heat up her ass, to learning that I was going to be a daddy or a dad.

  Instead I helped her get ready for bed and held her as she gave into the fatigue of the long day and night. Once again I recalled my childhood, the always wanting, never having and never any hope of having. And the hunger, humiliation, all the things you can expect from a young boy whose parents neglected him.

  And then when Lily came along, my beautiful little sister, I remembered the fear in my gut that I wouldn’t be able to protect her. She was the one and only baby I’d ever held in my arms, and the love I’d felt then, couldn’t be compared to what I felt for the unborn child Shiane now kept safe in her womb.

  I thought of her upcoming tour and knew there was no way I would let her go off on her own, not in her condition. I came to the conclusion that it was time I delegated more at work.

  I had men and women that I’d hired, the best in their fields, sometimes straight out of college, but had yet to trust anyone to do what I did. It was an easy decision to make now, whereas before the thought gave me cold sweats.

  I took the hand with my ring on it and kissed her finger as I hoped and prayed that I would get this right, then being as gentle as I could and not awaken her. I lowered my body until my lips were in line with her still flat stomach and made a promise to my son or daughter.

  “Daddy will always be there little one, no matter what; I can’t wait to meet you.” I felt the tears gather at the corner of my eyes, and though it had been years since I’d shed one, I let them fall. My heart had never been so full in my life.

  I held her until the dawn and that’s as long as I could hold out before taking her. Turning her silky soft body onto her back, I kissed my way down her body, stopping at her breasts. I took the nipple of first one into my mouth, licking and sucking, pulling strong as I imagined one day my baby would, before going to the other.

  By the time I made my way down to her sweet cunt, she was writhing beneath me. I licked her clit until it was peeping out from under its hood, then spreading her pussy lips open, I closed my eyes and feasted on her flesh, her taste bursting into my mouth as I dug deep with my tongue.

  Sliding up her body, I slid into her going deep with one smooth thrust. Her eyes were sleep-warm as she looked up at me. With my hands holding both sides of her head, I held it back so I could look into her eyes as I loved her. “I love knowing my child is inside you.” I let one of my handles cover her stomach between us for a brief moment before gathering her in close.

  “Give me your mouth baby.” She lifted her lips to mine and we stayed like that, our lips locked together passionately as I worked my cock in and out of her, her hips rising and falling with my thrusts. It was the most amazing experience of my life so far, and there was so much more to come. I’ll make sure of it.

  EPILOGUE

  He’s utterly unpredictable and totally insane my husband. I don’t think I’ve ever known a more volatile person in my life. My dad was an easy going mild mannered man, sure he and mom had their tiffs over the years when we were growing up, but I doubt he’s ever done or said half the things has done to me. Like spanking her ass with a belt.

  Since my announcement of my pregnancy, he’s added one other element, over protectiveness. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, in fact I think I need it because my hormones have been out of whack from day one; but I wondered how others would see him.

  It started with my management team of all things, and a couple of the lawyers that handled my contracts. The morning after our engagement, he’d dropped the bombshell that they had been robbing me blind. I’d sat there dumbfounded, not having the first clue as to what I was supposed to do next.

  “Don’t worry princess I’ve got it covered.”

  ‘But how did they and why?”

  “The how is easy, you don’t know what you’re looking at when dealing with those things unless you’ve done some kind of business class or you have someone reliable explain it to you.” He was right I guess, as a small town girl, seeing all those zeros on my account balance was enough for me, I was just happy doing what I loved most and the fact that I was actually being paid, well.

  “The why is that they’re greedy fucks and they saw you coming a mile off.”

  I guess they never banked on Trace McKenzie coming into my life and turning everything upside down. I’d wanted to do everything secretly after that, didn’t want the brouhaha that would follow if the public got ahold of it.

  Trace wanted to burn them at the stake. In the end he convinced me that it was best to go public so that they wouldn’t be free to do it to others. Turns out that was the right call, because after the story broke, others had come forward after realizing that they too had been victims of these unscrupulous men.

  My tour started when I was five months along. Trace somehow found the time to leave work for almost two months and accompany me. I’d had to do some rearranging which meant there were hardly any breaks in between cities, but I wanted to be done before I really started to show.

  That’s when I saw the other side of him. He’d hired all new management for me when I told him I wasn’t sure what to look for. He’d threatened to fire my wardrobe staff until they had
some kind of meeting and he got what he wanted. In the end they’d come up with more tasteful designs, though some of them were sexier than the ones I’d worn before. He was right you didn’t have to be half naked on stage to get your point across.

  One day we were sitting at the kitchen table, I was still sitting in his lap because we’d just made love while our breakfast had grown cold. As he slipped out of my body I’d said, ‘you know we can do the proposal thing over’. He’d given me one of his looks and that was that. I guess that ship had sailed.

  I can’t say that I felt deprived though, because in every way he was the perfect fiancé and then husband. Our wedding was a very private affair in my hometown. He’d moved heaven and earth to make it so and it was beautiful.

  He was completely fascinated with my body these days, especially after I started to show. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t spend at least an hour playing with my tummy and having these long drawn out conversations with whoever was in there.

  Now though, I think he’d reached his limit.

  “Trace it hurts.” He leaned over me as he held my hand in his and brushed my hair back with the other. “I know baby, I know it will be better soon. Do something.” That last was said to the doctor and nurses that were there in the delivery room.

  He hadn’t shouted the words that they carried more force than if he had. The way he seethed them through clenched teeth and glared at the room’s occupants. If I weren’t in so much pain I would’ve found it funny.

  “She’s coming along just fine Mr. McKenzie. Just one more push Shiane, that’s a good girl.” I bore down with all my might as Trace held my hand and whispered in my ear how proud he was of me and how beautiful I was. I think it was his voice more so than anything urging from the doctor that gave me the extra boost I needed to push my son out into the world.