The Trouble with Dating a Movie Star

by ZN Willett

  Andrew opened his door to a very telling space. One section still looked as if a teenager lived there, while the other half was obviously unused and updated. There was an iron frame king size bed with a gray comforter, and two black leather loungers along the wall positioned near the balcony. "I bet you had a fun time with that." I pointed to the balcony and he laughed.

  "I had several scrapes and bruises from climbing up and down that," Andrew chuckled.

  "I bet you did."

  "So, this was my room growing up," Andrew said from behind me. I could feel his eyes on my body.

  I walked around, looking at the posters of indie and grunge bands. There was an electrical keyboard and guitar in a corner. "You play guitar as well?" He nodded. Andrew was full of surprises.

  Again, one part of the room looked as if a teenage boy lived there, but then the expensive art work on the walls told another story. Andrew spoke about studying art abroad and the pieces on his wall looked like the real deal. I wouldn't be surprised if they were. The artwork in his condo was incredible.

  "Well, what do you think?" he asked from across the room.

  "It tells a story."

  "A good one?"

  I glanced over at his bed. "I wonder how many girls have seen this room."

  Andrew walked over wrapping his arms around me. "Not many. The bed is new. You can be the first one to try it out." As I pushed out of his arms, he held on tighter. "Are you jealous?"

  There was nothing humorous about his comment of me being the first one to try out his new bed. Then he had the audacity to ask me if I were jealous? "You were jealous of Brandon."

  He scowled. "I wasn't jealous of that—"

  "Andrew," I warned.

  He huffed. "Well, I can't say much. You've been fair about Brittney."

  I almost choked. Biting my lip trying to refrain from saying something snarky. Then I thought, "Well, I better get a new bed in my bedroom in Maryland then."

  Andrew looked down scowling at me. "How many, Andria?"

  "Oh no, mister. You started this."

  How does it feel Andrew, I thought to myself.

  "I was only joking. No one has been in my bed."

  "No one?" I found that hard to believe.

  He looked me square in the eyes. "Only you." I took a hard gulp as thoughts of Andrew and me on his bed flashed in my mind. He must have had similar thoughts as he continued to ask, "Why don't I lock the door and we can discuss this further?"

  Andrew's hands slowly dropped down to my behind, and he firmly squeezed it. His mouth dropped to my ear as he whispered, "I was thinking that we should make-up properly."

  I closed my eyes at the thought of having Andrew touching me. I quivered when his lips touched the sensitive spot behind my ear as he placed feather light kisses down my neck. My hands automatically reached for his hair and found refuge between the silken bronzed strands.

  Andrew's hands traveled up along my body, lifting my dress, until they reached my breasts. I loved the firm grip of his hands as he squeezed and played with them. He had a serious expression on his face when he looked down at me for a moment as if he was studying every feature on my face. He moved in closer about to kiss me until we heard his mother and Erin in the hallway. "Andrew, as much as I want to continue this, we can't do this here."

  He leaned back. "I know. My mother will be walking in at any minute. She's excited to get to know you."

  "I'm terrified."

  He gave me an encouraging smile. "She's harmless."

  "Uh huh. We'll see. You are her only son."

  He laughed before stealing one more kiss that we both didn't want to end. Yet, we did with Andrew sighing before taking my hand and guiding us back downstairs.

  When we entered one of the living areas, a very handsome older man who looked a bit like Andrew, except shorter, with darker hair, and brown eyes, joined us. Along with an animated Wade and a curious looking Brittney. Her smile threw me off. I was expecting hostility, but she looked sincere. I had forgotten about meeting her, and I was glad I didn't have the time to think about it, because I was feeling apprehensive. "Andria, it's good to see you," Wade was the first to say something as he gave me one of his bear hugs.

  I squeezed out, "It's nice seeing you too."

  He released me. "I hear you called my wife a cow?"

  "Oh, my gosh, Wade, it wasn't like that! I am so—"

  "No worries, little one. Taylor said you had the gonads to speak to her like that, so you're okay. I was glad she didn't rip your hair out."

  My eyes grew wide as I turned toward Andrew. "Should I be worried?" He shook his head.

  "Next time you speak to me like that I won't be so pleasant." Taylor said walking in drinking a glass a wine. Both Wade and Andrew laughed. I found nothing funny about it.

  "You harm a hair on Andria's head and you have to deal with me," Erin stepped in nobly.

  "Umm, I think that won't be a problem." I looked between the two women before they comfortably started laughing. "Am I missing something?"

  "Taylor has been shopping in my store for a while. I didn't realize she was Andrew's sister. We just figured out how we knew each other."

  Dr. Hughes entered walking towards me. "Andria, this is my husband Nelson."

  We shook hands and he gave me a warm smile. "Mr. Hughes, it's a pleasure to meet you."

  "Please call me Nelson."

  "And you have to call me Rebeca. Have you met Brittney?" We all looked over at the Swedish beauty. She was even more stunning up close and in person.

  Andrew's arm tightened as I turned to her. What did he expect? For me to claw her blue eyes out in front of his family? "It's good to finally meet you, Brittney. I never had a chance to give you my condolences."

  She cupped my hand in hers. "Thank you. How sweet of you. I don't know what I would have done if it weren't for Andy taking me in during this time. I hear he is quite smitten with you," she teased.

  Andrew huffed. "Smitten, Brittney?"

  "Oh, Andy, you know I'm right," she smiled.

  "I think she is son," Rebeca chimed in.

  Brittney turned to Andrew and placed her hand on his arm. "Oh, don't be that way. Andria obviously feels the same way. You have such a good heart."

  "I do feel the same way." I said mostly to myself as I noticed Brittney's hand was still on Andrew's arm.

  "And, Andria. I'm sure once I get to know you better I'll find that your heart is as good as his." Her words sounded sincere—strange—and her glazed eyes threw me. "Andy and I have always been there for each other. I don't know what I would do without him or the Hughes’s."

  We stared at each other for a moment before I said, "It's nice having people you can depend on during times like this."

  "Well, I think it's time for lunch." Rebeca said as she walked over to me interlocking our arms as we walked to the informal dining room.

  The table was large and looked as if it could seat twenty. The fabric-covered chairs were tall with cushioned seats. Andrew sat next to me on one side and Erin sat on the other. Brittney sat across from Andrew and Nelson sat at the head, while Taylor and Wade were across from Erin.

  I couldn't help noticing that Brittney kept her eyes on Andrew while he kept his eyes on me. Andrew had been doing so for the entire time we had seen each other. Every time I would look at him, he would be staring at me.

  "Andria, do you have any plans for New Years? My wife and I are throwing a party and we would love for you to come," Nelson asked while taking a sip of his cocktail.

  "Dad, she'll be in New York," Andrew answered.

  "That's right. How is the book tour coming along?"

  Nelson actually looked interested. "Good, so far. I have a couple of personal appearances and a few talk shows on Friday I'm nervous about."

  "You'll do fine, dear." Rebeca added walking into the room, setting down a tray.

  "I would be more than happy to share some tips I have learned. Andy and I do them so much, it's become second nat
ure," Brittney interjected.

  I looked a bit stunned by her offer. "Thank you, Brittney. That would be helpful."

  "That's a great idea. You two can get to know each other better." I squeezed Andrew's hand. I wasn't sure if that was a great idea, but I did ask Andrew to give Brandon a chance so I was backed into a corner. The look on Brittney's face said she wanted to try. Maybe I was wrong about her, I thought. Yet there was something, and I wouldn't figure it out unless I got to know her better.

  Rebeca asked both Taylor and Brittney to help her bring the rest of the food from the kitchen. Erin and I offered our help, as well. When I started to get up, Andrew pushed my thigh down, and started to speak in my ear. "Did I tell you how wonderful you are?"

  "No. But after how I have acted today, I'm surprised you still feel that way."

  "Oh, I haven't forgotten earlier, Andria."

  The agitation that came out of Andrew's mouth caused my body to liquefy. The man could turn me on like a faucet, and the wicked expression on his face showed he knew exactly what he was doing. "I had better go help your Mom."

  His hand squeezed my inner thigh as he said, "Thanks for being nice to Brittney. Not only do I have to work with her, I consider her a good friend. Maybe you two will become friends as well."

  I gave him a peck on the cheek before standing up. "Maybe."

  When I entered the kitchen, Brittney smiled cheerfully at me. Well, let's do this, I said to myself as I approached her. "Hey, Brittney. If you have time later, I would love to get a few pointers for my interviews."

  I saw Erin turn, and look at me suspiciously. I gave her the ‘I'll explain later’ face. But the look of surprise on Taylor's face threw me as she walked past us.

  "Great, I would love too."

  We smiled at each other for a moment as Rebeca dished the food into the servers while she spoke to Erin about clothes. Rebeca apparently had a thing for fashion designers.

  "I'm glad Andrew has someone like you."

  I was shocked by Brittney's confession, but apparently so was everyone else when they all paused what they were doing before continuing on. "Really?"

  She stepped closer to me. "I'm not sure what Andy has told you about us. Knowing him, he was kind. But I wasn't always the best girlfriend. It was hard dating on and off-screen. Our personal lives were scrutinized all the time. It became too much."

  You would think that I wanted to hear all of this. At least she was telling me more than I knew, but for some reason everything coming from her mouth about Andrew was making me sick. I made mental note to ask Andrew what she did exactly that made her feel like she wasn’t a good girlfriend..

  "Andy really likes you. It's in his eyes," she said nicely, before her eyes narrowed at mine. "Just make sure you don't break his heart. I would hate to have to mess you up if you hurt him."

  I gawked at her for a moment before saying humorously, "Wow. I'm being threatened by Brittney Price."

  Her scowl eased up as she grinned. "I know, right! I'm a nice gal, but don't mess with the people I love."

  There it was. Red flags started waving. But, I'll push it aside for Andrew. I said the same thing to Jaimie about Brandon. Brittney's only protecting Andrew—like he needs that—but I'll let her say her piece. So, I smiled and walked over to Rebeca, grabbed a tray and carried it to the table.

  Once we were all seated, lunch was fairly entertaining. Andrew seemed happy when Brittney told him I had asked her for some advice. It didn't go unnoticed that she would look at him often as she ate.

  After lunch, we had coffee and dessert in the living area. I sat and talked to Rebeca, while Brittney went to talk to Andrew and Erin. Wade and Taylor had to leave, and Nelson excused himself to his study to complete some urgent business.

  Rebeca and I spoke about Taylor's and her London trip. They were planning a girl's weekend and would be there around the same time I would. We made arrangements to meet up for lunch and shopping when they arrived. It gave me another chance to get to know Andrew's family better. It also gave me a chance to make a better impression. I constantly kept apologizing to Rebeca and she would just blow it off.

  I loved Andrew's mother. She and Taylor looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Not only was she beautiful and intelligent, but also very witty. You could tell that his parents were still very much in love. When I walked into the kitchen earlier to bring Rebeca more dirty trays, Nelson had her pinned against the island and was kissing her passionately. I hurried out and told Andrew what I saw. Horrified, he explained that they always do that and they all know to make noise before entering the room. He said that had saved him for being severely scarred on many occasions.

  As Rebeca and I talked details on where to go in London, I watched as Brittney found reasons to touch Andrew. He had lint on his shoulder or something on his cheek. She would laugh and place her arm on his bicep. Andrew seemed oblivious to it all, but it kept me wondering about Brittney's true feelings. I knew that look very well—the one that was in her eyes.

  Every now and then Andrew would look over to me and we would smile at each other. I couldn't take my eyes off him and Rebeca noticed. "You really love my son." I didn't know what to say as I hadn't told Andrew yet. "It's in your eyes, Andria," she said warmly as she placed her hand on top of mine. "I am very happy that we will have a chance to know each other better. I'm looking forward to that."

  "I'm glad as well," I said, admitting nothing as Andrew smiled at us.

  Rebeca looked at Andrew as well, and Brittney had her hand on his arm again. "You don't have anything to worry about. I think my son feels the same for you." Then she looked at me saying, "But make sure you fully understand what life with Andrew will entail. It's not an easy one," she said absently looking back at Brittney. "But, I believe you are going to make it a good one."

  We needed to leave if I was going to make it in time for my flight. I loved getting to know Andrew's family better, and surprisingly, I had had a decent conversation with Brittney. She knew her stuff in the business, and she gave me some good pointers on how to answer questions that may be thrown at me without prior knowledge. I was unaware that interviewers did that to regular people. I thought the surprise questions were a celebrity thing, when there's a scoop or something. But, Brittney explained they do it sometimes to spice up an interview for ratings. That was good to know.

  Erin had left earlier to meet Miles for dinner, and it gave Andrew and I alone time for a bit longer. The thought of leaving him again was even more painful than the last time. I wondered if it would ever get easy, but I knew the answer was no.

  I said my goodbyes and thank you’s, and Andrew and I were off. We held hands and listened to classical music as we headed back to DC. Andrew seemed to be heavy in thought, yet I bathed in his presence. It was nice having him close even though little was said between us.

  When we entered Erin's condo to grab my suitcase, Andrew asked if she was there. I told him that Erin had already left for her date with Miles. That's all I managed to get out before my body was turned face to the wall, and Andrew was pressed firmly to me. He moved my hair off my neck as his lips brushed across it. "I haven't forgotten earlier," his honey coated voice purred. "I hate being hung up on!"

  Hearing Andrew's hungry growl caused a waterfall, and my body was lit up with excitement at Andrew's forcefulness and words. I was a hot mess.

  "This is going to be quick," he whispered in my ear before biting the lobe.

  My heart was pounding out of my chest as we both breathed out an aspirated sigh of content at the feel of each other. I could feel Andrew's breath warmly along my neck as I heard the sound of his zipper. My heart grew with excitement as his body pressed me firmly into the wall. A unified gasp came out as I slid up the wall trying to find something to hold on too. It was sensory overload as he continued to move.

  He grabbed my hair harder and growled, "Do you feel that, Andria?"

  I couldn't breathe. "Auhh," gasp, "yes!"

  "Don't you
ever forget how this feels!" Andrew's head came done hard on mine. His scattered breath hit the back of my ear as he breathed out, "Every time you move—I want you to feel me—e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e," Andrew emphasized as he licked the outer shell of my ear. "Mine!" he snarled.

  That was all it took for me to explode, speaking incoherent words as waves and waves of pleasure overtook me. I reached behind and grabbed hold of Andrew's hair. He showed no mercy, giving me no relief. I couldn't take anymore and my body became limp as Andrew wrapped his arm around my stomach. We both took a step back, as Andrew placed his hands on each side of my hips before we fell to the floor.

  We lay there for a while panting and catching our breaths. I turned to look at him. "That was…"

  "I know," he breathed out.

  We laid a little while longer before I felt him move. "You're going to be late."

  My limbs felt like jelly. "I don't know if I can stand after that."

  Andrew laughed and helped me up. "I wanted to give you a parting gift."

  "I'll take a gift like that anytime." He leaned in to kiss me. "Oh, no. If you touch me again, I will miss my flight. I'm already on thin ice."

  "Ah, but one more..." He wrapped his arms tightly around me.

  "No, Andrew. I need to change, and quickly." I wiggled out of his arms grabbing my bag.

  I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater and headed back to the front door. Andrew was running his hands through his freshly sexed hair, and I wanted to jump him again. When he turned and looked at me with that smirk, I had to remind myself I had a job to finish. He grabbed my suitcases, kissing me in protest, and we headed to the airport.

  Andrew and I had had another make out session in the car before we said our goodbyes, again. But, it felt different, as if something had shifted, but I was, still in a post orgasmic funk. He had made it clear to call him upon landing back in New York. The moment I heard his voice, my body was reminded of his incredible skills. My thighs rubbed together, and the soreness started to throb.

  It took everything I possessed to not say 'the hell with it all' and fly back to DC. Yet, I couldn't and wouldn't do that, and we both had commitments. Andrew would soon be shooting his new film in Canada, and I had a tour to finish. So, I headed straight to my first meeting with the creative team that Keira had to change twice. Not only did I forget to call Andrew; I missed a conference call yesterday morning. Erin can do that to a person—so can several bottles of wine.