“No arm twisting here required.”
“So we’re good?” I question still feeling a little sceptical that she has agreed to come so easily.
“Honestly we’re good, but I do have one request?” She asks me sheepishly.
“Anything Angel… anything at all.” And that’s the truth I would give this woman my last breath if she asked for it.
“Billie-Jo takes my place till I'm ready to dance again, that way Karina won’t worry about me and I have a friend with me.”
This has got to be the easiest yes I've ever said to anyone even if I am a little confused at who this girl she wants to take her place.
“Yes Angel of course that is not a problem… but just a quick question… who’s Billie-Jo?”
Biting her lip so she doesn’t laugh at me she starts to explain.
“Billie-Jo was the girl who I was with the day of the auditions, when you followed me to the canteen.”
I look at her with a complete lost look on my face.
“Babe, you’re going to have to give me a better clue than that because that day all I saw was you.”
“Yeah ok if you say so.” She says giggling then continues. “Billie was the one whose jaw hit the floor when she saw you, then said you were hot and I told her to shut up.”
It finally registers who she’s talking about and I nearly bust a rib laughing when I remember that she also auditioned to one of my songs, hoping to impress me, clearly it didn’t work.
Pulling us from our one on one conversation Jodie clears her throat and continues to give us the rundown for the tour when there’s a knock at the door.
Gingerly climbing down from her stool she pats me on the leg as she says.
“I’ll get it, you two carry on.” She gestures between me and Jodie.
I can hear Allie talking in the background to whoever is at the door, then a few seconds later I hear...
“Oh Fuuccckkkkk.” It was the loudest scream my ears have ever heard.
Shit… Allie.
You’re scared of
What you can’t
Control.
Allie
Leaving Connor and the woman I now know as Jodie, Connors assistant. I make my way to the apartment door so Connor can continue with his meeting.
Thinking about how I'm going on tour again… only I won’t be dancing this time… am I ready for this?
Even though I've already agreed to go with him, I must be mad but now I've decided that I'm going and I need to be strong, and not let whoever did this to me rule my life.
Reaching the door I swing it open and there stands Bryan, Connors front desk man.
“Hi Bryan, what can I do for you?” I ask.
Clearing his throat and looking a little nervous he answers my question.
“Actually Miss Whitbury it's you I came to see, I found this envelope on my desk this morning when I arrived for my shift. I'm sorry to bring this up to the apartment but there was no address on the front only your name and you are the only Allie Whitbury I knew who's staying in the building.”
He hands me a bright red envelope with my name hand written in fancy writing, taking it from him I thank him for delivering it to me in person and shut the door thinking it’s possible an olive branch from my Dad… I couldn’t have been more wrong if I tried.
Opening the letter I pull the crisp white paper out with shaky hands, and there in black and white is the conformation that I'm not going crazy and someone does actually hate me.
I warned you once Allie,
I might have failed in my attempt to make you disappear permanently… but don’t think I won’t try again if you don’t leave HIM…. he’s mine always has been, always will be, you don’t deserve him.
I DO.
Falling to my knees, I come crashing to the floor my knees hitting the hardwood as I scream.
“Oh fuuccckkkkk.” At the top of my lungs, my entire body trembling with fear.
In the background I hear the stools in the kitchen scraping across the floor and heavy footsteps charging towards me. Then Connor is there on his knees in front of me.
“Baby… Angel… what’s going on?” The desperation in his voice to know that I'm ok coming out crystal clear. Unable to answer him, I lift my limp shaking hand that contains the letter and show him what I've just read.
A few moments go by before he booms.
“Motherfucker.” At the top of his voice making me jump and for goosebumps to break out on my skin from the sheer anger that his body and voice are radiating.
Dropping the letter like it’s burnt him he takes me in his arms and cradles me to his chest whilsts stroking my hair and back in smooth strokes.
“Who was at the door Angel?” He murmurs into my ear trying his hardest to take the edge out of his voice so he doesn’t scare me again.
“B...B...Bryan.” I manage to stutter out.
“My doorman Bryan?” Now he just sounds confused.
I give him a quick nod of my head as my reply when I hear the clicking of heels across the floor and I know it's Jodie to come see what’s going on… I bet she thinks I'm a right fruit cake, I feel Connor turn his body slightly before he barks out orders.
“Did you find me a PI like I asked you too?”
Now I'm the one who looks confused.
A PI? Why would he ask her to find him one of those?
Pulling away from him and wiping the few stray tears that have leaked out on the back of my hand, I look up at him and ask.
“Why do you want a PI Connor?”
Looking me straight in the eye, he sees the confused look on my face but he doesn’t miss a beat when he tells me.
“If you think I'm for one minute going let what happened to get brushed under the carpet then you are sadly mistaken Angel. I want whoever did this caught and with the key thrown away… nobody and I mean nobody hurts my girl and gets away with it. Are we clear?”
Wow… just wow. He means business and I'm not going to stand in his way when he’s a force to be reckoned with.
“Ok… I get it, I’d be the same if it was you.”
“Really? You're not going to fight me on this?”
Regaining my composure I give him a firm, “No.” As my reply.
Smiling at me he looks back to Jodie and gives her an expectant look waiting for her to answer his earlier question.
“I've been busy talking back and forth with Clint trying sort you guys out to go back on the road I haven’t had the time…” She trails off.
I can tell from the way he’s shaking beneath me that he’s not at all happy with her response. Slowing he lifts us both of the floor before depositing me back on the stool I've not long vacated before he turns back around and unleashes his wrath on her… poor girl.
“What the fuck do you mean you haven’t had time? You listen to me and you listen good… you work for me not Clint you do as I ask, that’s why I pay you the wages I do. I couldn’t give a round of flying fucks about the tour right now, this woman... her there sitting in my kitchen.” He says flipping his thumb over his shoulder to indicate he means me. “She means more to me than any tour ever could now I’ll call Clint myself and tell him sort the tour out him- fucking-self with the tour manager… you are to find me the best PI this country has… get it?”
Looking visibly shaken by his outburst she totters off in her ridiculous heels over to her laptop and starts to gather up all of her things at the same time she says to him.
“I’ll get straight on it, then I’ll call you this afternoon with what I've found for you.”
She makes her way to the door and Connor thanks her.
So much for a nice lazy morning.
“Now what?” I ask Connors back, hoping he’s calmed down a little.
Taking a deep breath in and then out he slowly pivots on his heels to face me.
“Now Angel, I'm going to take you back to bed and try to pretend this whole last hour didn’t happen by losing myself in you… is that ok
with you?”
Who am I to argue with the promise of multiple orgasms from the sex god himself Connor Blackwood?
Especially when he’s all mine.
I've got ice in my veins,
Blood in my eyes,
Hate in my heart
And
Love on my mind.
Connor
I've spent the best part of the day getting lost in Allies warm and welcoming body, but I'm still so fucking worked up over the threat letter she'd received.
Who the fuck do they think they are?
I can’t let her see my turmoil, I need to be strong for her… for both of us.
I don’t know how much more she can take before she decides I'm not worth all the shit she’s having to deal with by being with me and leaves me altogether.
I've only just got her back and I will not lose her again because some wack job thinks they know me and that I'm theirs.
The quicker Jodie gets back to me with the PI information I've asked her to get me the better, she was supposed to call me this afternoon with the information she had found but I've still not heard off her and I'm losing my patience very quickly.
Deciding to make good on what I told Jodie earlier I go in search of my phone whilst Allie gets some much needed sleep.
Once I've located my phone in my jeans pocket that got abandoned when I demanded Allie to get naked for me, I phone Clint.
Once the call connects I don’t even get the chance to say hello.
“Oh so you are alive then Blackwood?” Which serves to just piss me off even more.
“Look Clint, I'm in no mood whatsoever for you to be in one of your sarcastic moods right now, so listen to me, I've told Jodie I’ll sort the tour out with you, she is solely working on something I've asked her to that’s very important… so what’s going on?”
“Well before we get onto the tour… do you want to tell me why there’s a picture of Allie Whitbury leaving your building yesterday morning? It’s splashed all over social media and the newspapers.” He curtly asks me.
Someone has a death wish… why are they taking pictures of Allie outside of my apartment building. Better yet, how the fuck do they even know she was at my apartment in the first place?
“Fuuccckkkkk.” I boom down the phone line, I actually might of deafened Clint.
So when I cancelled the rest of the tour till a later date due to my “throat infection.” I never actually told anyone about me and Allie only the select few knew and now Jodie, I never actually told Clint but he’s not stupid he knows I spent all that time in Austria afterwards.
Taking a deep breath so I don’t lose my shit any more than I already have and knowing that I have to tell him the truth.
“You’re not fucking stupid Clint, you know why she’s here. So don’t act like you don’t have a pissing clue what’s going on.”
“Right ok point taken… but Connor you do realise she’s Paul Whitburys daughter, that man could ruin your career.” He tells me this as if I didn’t already know that shit.
“Look Clint, me and that cockwomble had words back in Austria, you don't need to worry about it I can handle him. I've made my choice. I choose Allie, I always will. He made his choice when he abandoned her four years ago. So now it’s out there again I'm not going to deny it this time, but I will tell you Allie is coming back on the tour with us, she’s not dancing she’s not ready yet, so I want you to get in touch with your sister and tell her to get in touch with a girl called Billie-Jo and tell her she’s replacing Allie till she’s ready to dance again.” I leave no room for him to argue with me and even if he did he wouldn’t win.
Just as I go to end the call I remember I need something else from him.
“And just one last other thing, I want security at all venues to be as tight as a nuns fanny because if that person can get to Allie once, then they can get to her again and I'm not prepared for her to be looking over her shoulder every two fucking minutes. And I still want no mention of what happened to Allie to get in the hand's of the press. That’s if her Dad hasn’t already got something up his sleeve because I wouldn’t put it past the weasel.”
Clearing his throat for whatever reason I couldn’t give two shits about.
“Is that everything?”
Smiling to myself because he know’s I'm not to be argued with right now I add.
“That’s everything, but just so we’re clear me, Allie and the guys will be flying every where this time no tour bus.”
With that I hang up the phone and notice I have a text from Jodie with a PIs number… about fucking time as well.
I'm just about to call the PI when I hear a small voice from behind me.
“Why didn’t you wake me? I've been out cold most of the day.”
Padding her way over to me my Angel wraps her small arms around my waist, hugging my back she plants a soft kiss in between my shoulder blades before asking me.
“Who were you just talking to?”
Not wanting to keep anything from her I answer her with the truth.
“It was Clint Angel, I needed to sort the tour out with him…” I trail off not knowing how to tell her that she’s all over the web and for it not to scare the ever living shit out of her. She know’s I'm keeping something from her because she then says.
“I sense a but coming…” And she’s right as usual.
“But… now please don’t freak out, there was a picture taken of you outside of this building yesterday morning when you went for your walk.”
“And let me guess… it's already out there?”
Smiling at how well she’s actually taking this, I loosen her grip on me and turn around to face her. Taking her delicate face in my hands I nod my head slowly.
“I'm sorry.” Then she shocks me even further.
“Connor it's ok, it was bound to happen sooner or later we couldn’t hide it much longer, plus at least now I know for sure that I definitely wasn’t going crazy yesterday.”
Confused by the last part of her statement I ask her.
“Why would you think you were going crazy yesterday Angel?”
Biting her lip between her two top teeth she lowers her head as if she’s ashamed to tell me what happened.
“Angel you have to tell me what happened, I need to know, I'm going to find out who did this to you and it could be the same person.”
Seeming to realize I mean business she looks up at me under her lashes and my heart just melts a little bit more at how fragile she looks and that’s not my Angel, I've seen her hand a grown woman her own arse before now so this is definitely not her and something or someone as spooked her.
“Apart from the note arriving earlier on which made it even more real that someone hates me, when I went out yesterday morning I felt like I was being watched, the same feeling I had before I was attacked. So when I looked around there was someone across the street just standing there watching me, but I couldn’t see who it was.”
My blood is actually boiling now.
This explains why she came back in a complete and utter mess after her walk yesterday.
I need to calm down and the only way I can do that is if I lose myself in her warm and welcoming body, because if I walk away and hit the gym or studio I know she will blame herself and I can’t have her thinking like that.
Bending down I take her lips in a soft gentle kiss coaxing her to open up to me, when she does I massage her tongue with mine causing her to let out a moan, which shoots straight to my dick.
“Is this ok Angel?” I ask her, not wanting to take advantage of her and the vulnerable state she’s currently in.
“This is more than ok, please don’t stop, I need this right now, with you.
That’s when I notice she’s put my t-shirt back on from this morning and my dick goes from a semi to stiff as a board in a nano second… I swear she’s trying to kill me off with how sexy she looks right now.
Hooking my hands under her bare thighs I lift her up so she can w
rap her legs around me, I continue to kiss the life out of her. Placing her on the kitchen island I trail my hands down to the hem of my t-shirt and pull it up her body, discarding it somewhere on the floor.
“Why is it I'm always the first one to be naked in this relationship?” She asks on a lust laden breath.
“That’s because you my Angel are way more beautiful to look at than me.”
Scoffing at my answer she leans forward and proceeds to pull the t-shirt I'm wearing from my body.
“Now that’s beautiful.” She states.
“Touche Miss Whitbury.” I say on a laugh.
Running my hands up the inside of her legs, I spread her thighs apart and I can see her arousal glistening on her pink folds. I part her pussy lips with my fingers spreading her moisture around.
“Watch.” I demand.
Licking her lips her eyes cast down to what I'm doing to her and her breath hitches when I push two fingers inside her.
“Oh fuck, I love watching you fuck my fingers Angel.”
“Shit… Connor...yes… more.”
She’s panting fast and heavy, and I've never seen anything so erotic in my life. When I feel her muscles start to clench around my fingers I know she’s nearly ready to explode so I cease all ministrations on her body, wanting to get my mouth on her.
“Don’t bloody stop you idiot, I was about to come.”
Putting the fingers that were only moments ago inside her into my own mouth and licking them clean, I lean forward.
“Tasty.” I whisper in her ear.
Deciding to have a little fun with her, I pull open the draw that’s next to me trying to find something suitable when my eyes land on a rolling pin. Pulling it from the the draw I wave it in front of her.
With the look of horror on her face she asks me.
“What the hell are you going to do with that? Because I'm telling you now that is not going anywhere near my lady bits.”
Laughing at her little speech I tell her.
“Don’t worry Angel the only thing going anywhere near your lady bits is me, this is for you, you have a choice you can either use it to stop yourself from screaming or you can hold it above your head and not touch me.”
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