by Paris Rose
Trevor spoke passionately. I thought I saw him tear up, but I couldn’t be certain in the dimly lit Maybach. “But once my businesses took off, I was able to be whoever I wanted to be. If I want to be that debonair billionaire I can be, but if I want to take off this suit, put on some jeans, order a draft beer and be a gritty hard rocker, I can do that too. I appreciate my lifestyle and I wouldn’t change it. All I’m saying is I love how you’re so enthusiastic and enchanted by everything. Enjoy, Giavanna, enjoy!” Trevor poured more champagne into my glass and kissed me on the cheek.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice. I’m definitely enjoying it.” I sipped my champagne. “I can’t thank you enough, Trevor. You’ve shown me a really good time.” I struggled not to slur my words as I slid my hand up Trevor’s thigh and leaned in close. He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“Good, because you deserve it.” Trevor grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it.
The car pulled up to the night club where we were meeting Jade, Michael, and some of Trevor’s other friends. Trevor helped me out of the car and escorted me inside. It was loud and crowded. A bouncer came up to us immediately.
“Mr. Dunaway, you have a table tonight?” the bouncer yelled over the thumping bass.
“No, not under my name. I think my buddy Michael Whitmore has a table in VIP.” Trevor pulled out his phone and started texting. The bouncer said something into a mic that was dangling from a wire connected to his ear piece. He nodded his head for Trevor to follow him. Trevor placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me through the crowd. His touch made my hair stand on end with excitement.
The bouncer was quite dramatic about clearing the way for us. He didn’t let us proceed forward until he got everyone to step back at least ten feet away from us. There was a gauntlet of young scantily clad women practically falling all over themselves to get a closer look at Trevor. I’ve never been one to shy away from attention but it was weird having all eyes on us as we made our way through the club. I felt a bit self conscious. I was so under-dressed for this occasion. I needed a new, Hollywood-appropriate wardrobe. I had been living in the Midwest too long, and I had gotten complacent with my fashion sense. I tried my best to smile and look confident, but I was having trouble pulling it off. I looked straight ahead and kept my eyes focused on the staircase ahead of us.
“Trevor! Trevor! Can we get a picture?” a group of college aged girls screamed.
“Trevor I love your suit! You look good.” A woman leaned in and tried to touch Trevor’s arm, but the bouncer blocked her. Trevor reached down and grabbed my hand.
“Trevor! Who’s that girl? Is that your girlfriend?” One of the guys in the crowd was yelling and pointing at me obnoxiously. My face flushed with embarrassment. Trevor just smiled and waved without responding to the presumably drunk guy’s question. I was pretty tipsy myself, but I felt like I needed another drink. Walking the gauntlet was stressful.
Once we made it to the stairs, Trevor let me go ahead of him. The champagne was really going to my head. Mounting each step was a laborious uphill battle. Trevor reached up and grabbed my hips to steady me as I climbed the stairs ahead of him. I loved the feeling of his hands on my hips. I started to wish we had gone back to my hotel suite to spend some alone time together instead of continuing our night out. When we got to the second level of the club, the bouncer lifted a velvet rope and gestured for us to step through. It was exhilarating being on the other side of the velvet rope. My excitement for the night ahead was immediately re-ignited.
Trevor took my hand and led me to a table that had chilled champagne and multiple bottles of liquor. There were four couples at the table. Everyone rose to their feet when Trevor approached. He wasn’t kidding when he said people worshipped him. Everyone greeted him with enthusiastic hugs and kisses. He was so popular. Trevor introduced me to everyone. Besides Michael Whitmore, their names went over my head. Two of the men were television executives like Michael. And one guy was the lead guitarist for Jade’s band — Jeremy Davis was his name. I immediately recognized him, and he actually recognized my name. He said he read some of my articles. It made me feel almost famous.
Jade was friendly enough toward me, but the other two women, who were C-list actresses, were extremely standoffish. They wouldn’t even look at me. All of the men were very welcoming. If I wasn’t mistaken, a couple of them were flirting with me. Perhaps that’s why the ladies were giving me the cold shoulder. Or maybe they were jealous that I was with Trevor Dunaway. It was also possible that they were just stuck up bitches. I decided not to dwell on it.
I let Jade pour me a glass of Dom Pérignon while Trevor caught up with his friends. My head was already spinning from all of the champagne I had earlier, but there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to sip Dom Pérignon with Jade Johansson, one of my female idols. I took a few small sips from my glass before putting it on the table. I was so drunk that I couldn’t taste it at all. It tasted like carbonated water. I made eye contact with Jade and opened my mouth to speak, but I realized I couldn’t think of anything to say to her. Sitting right next to her was really exhilarating, but at the same time, I felt completely out of my league. I felt much more in control when I was sober and I had my digital recorder in tow. I absent-mindedly checked my phone to distract myself from the uneasiness and insecurity I was feeling. I had a missed text. My heart skipped a beat. It was from Christoff. He must have felt me missing him. I was always missing him, even if I wasn’t consciously thinking about it. I silently read his message twice.
*Sorry I’ve been out of touch, was away at the cabin writing some new tracks. I’ll be in the US looking for a studio to record the new album. Are you in LA as planned?*
I knew I shouldn’t respond. I was in VIP with a billionaire heartthrob rock star and the most talented female artist in the industry. I refused to let Christoff get in my head tonight, but I welcomed his familiarity. Part of me wished that I could escape and go talk to him but I knew I couldn’t without being rude. Besides, I didn’t know why I wanted to anyway. I was living the Hollywood dream. I texted back quickly.
*Yes, I’m here in LA as planned. But can’t talk…really busy on vacation.*
I put my phone away and tried to think of something intriguing to say to the breathtaking, larger-than-life Jade Johansson, who was sitting so close to me that I could smell her perfume. Eeeek! My stomach was doing somersaults.
Jade must have sensed my discomfort. “Relax. We don’t bite. Well except when people want us to.” Jade laughed loudly at her own joke. A drunken giggle escaped me. “It doesn’t look like you’re having fun. Come dance with me.”
Jade grabbed my hand and dragged me on to the dance floor before I had time to object. I was actually a reasonably good dancer but the combination the champagne and all the flashing lights was making it hard for me to stand, let alone dance. There was a hardcore rap-rock remix blasting from the speakers. My hips naturally swayed to the rhythm of the bass. Jade stumbled into me and almost took me down with her before putting her arms around me and swaying to the beat.
Whoa! I’m dancing with Jade Johansson. Whooo! I can cross something off my bucket list. Time for my happy dance! I wiggled my booty to the beat.
I leaned in and yelled in Jade’s ear, “Jade, I hate to bring up work while you’re trying to relax. But I’d really like to do a story on you for my music magazine. I’d love to sit down and interview you sometime soon if you’re up for it.”
“Sure! You’re a sweetheart. I’d love to sit down with you when I’m not drunk. Here, let me give you my publicist’s number.” Jade pulled out her smartphone and started scrolling through her contacts. “Never mind, sweetie. Just take my cell number and we’ll set something up for when we’re both more sober.” Jade let out a boisterous laugh before giving me her cell phone number. Holy shit! I just got Jade Johansson’s cell number. This is unreal. My heart started racing. I felt like I was going to pass out.
Jade put her
arms around my shoulders and yelled in my ear. “So what’s going on with you and Trevor?”
I shrugged and yelled back, “I don’t know.”
“Do you like him?” I felt put on the spot. I struggled to find something neutral and non-incriminating to say.
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy.”
“I’m thrilled to see him with a nice, normal-looking girl like you. Trevor is so into his work…he doesn’t date much, but when he does, it’s always some trashy, cheap whore type. You know, fake tits, bleached hair, stilettos-wearing type hoes.” Jade scrunched her nose up at the thought of Trevor’s type. My mind flashed back to his ex, Christina. She definitely fit the description, although I thought her breasts were real, but these days who can tell. I wondered what he was doing with me. I have brown skin and dark hair, and my figure is far from perfect, and I definitely can’t walk in stilettos. Jade was a step ahead of me. “But you seem different. I think you will be good for him.”
“Uh, thanks Jade.” I wasn’t sure if I really needed all of the information that Jade gave me, but I tucked it away in my long term memory for safe keeping. Perhaps knowing Trevor’s preferences would come in handy later.
“I like you. I hope Trevor keeps you around.” Jade smiled.
“Well, we’ll see, won’t we?” I giggled. Trevor must have felt us talking about him. He slid up behind and wrapped his arms around me. It was so loud, there was no way he could have heard what we were talking about.
Jade made eye contact with Trevor and yelled at him over my shoulder. “Shall we?” Trevor nodded and pressed his body against me from behind. I could tell by the way he was touching me that he was totally wasted. I liked him when he was wasted; he was more rock star sex-god, and less straight-laced gentleman. He swayed his hips to the beat of the music. He had serious rhythm. He was an amazingly sensual dancer. I felt like he was making love to me through my clothes. Jade wrapped her arms around my neck and playfully grazed her curvaceous body against me. She immediately fell in sync with Trevor’s rhythm.
I was sandwiched tightly between two of the sexiest rock stars in the industry, and I was loving every minute of it. The thumping bass from the speakers was pulsating thorough my entire body, and I became a slave to the rhythm. I relaxed and let my body totally melt into both of theirs. All three of us were so in sync with each other, it was like we were one sensual, synergistic force. My heart fluttered as I felt Trevor’s hardness swell against my bottom. At the same time, Jade pressed her warm soft bosom into my chest, causing my nipples to perk up. I could feel that hers were hard too.
I felt warm and light-headed as both of them grinded into me to the same rhythm. I arched my back and pushed my ass against Trevor’s growing hardness. He grabbed my hips and pushed against me as if we were having sex. I hadn’t danced like this since college. It felt hot and scandalous. Jade leaned in close and breathed in my ear. I didn’t expect to have a reaction, but the sensation gave me goosebumps. I felt both of them start to perspire, as they sensuously pressed into me. I was so turned on by the fact that I had celebrity sweat all over me. I became wet with excitement and my clitoris began to throb with anticipation. Jade twirled around and pressed her butt into my lap. I grinded against her curves. Trevor slipped one of his legs between mine, and I let my womanhood slide down the length of his thigh. My muscles clenched and my breath became rapid and shallow. I was right on the edge, when suddenly the music stopped and the lights came on. I abruptly jolted out of my sensual trance.
The lights were blinding, and suddenly my head was pounding, and I felt like I needed a shower. I put my hand over my eyes to filter out the blinding light. I was certain I looked a sweaty, drunken mess. Jade and Trevor still looked decent, but they didn’t look half as glamorous now as they did back when we were at the restaurant, several bottles of champagne ago.
“You’re a good dancer sweetie. You keep up well.” Jade hugged me. “I have to go find Michael, but let me know about the interview.” She waved at me over her shoulder as she straightened her dress and scurried off.
“So did you have a good night, Giavanna?” Trevor turned me around so I was facing him.
“Good would be an understatement. Thank you, Trevor.” I kissed him on the cheek. He playfully caressed my bottom. I loved him when he was completely uninhibited.
“You’re very welcome.”
Chapter 11
Trevor repeatedly invited me to stay in his Hollywood Hills mansion, but I declined. Trevor was gone during most of the day at meetings, and I didn’t rent a car for my vacation because I hate driving in L.A. I also didn’t want to be locked away in his gated mansion, without any way to get around and see my friends. Trevor ended up getting me the Presidential Suite at the five-star Four Seasons hotel in Beverly Hills. I loved staying there because I could come and go whenever I pleased. There were always cabs outside the hotel, and it was in a good location where it was easy for me to get around.
The hotel suite was amazing. It was bigger than my entire apartment back at home. It had a full living area that was furnished immaculately. There was a baby grand piano in the corner, and the walls were decorated with beautiful artwork. The bedroom was lavish. I loved the double French doors and the crystal chandelier. But my favorite part of the entire suite was the bed. It was so comfortable, I wanted to live in it.
I woke up to find Trevor still asleep. I was pleasantly surprised to find I did not have a hangover. There was no way I could ever go back to drinking cheap champagne again; it would probably make me sick, now that my body had been introduced to the good stuff. Trevor was sprawled across most of the width of the king-size bed, and I was nuzzled in the crook of his arm.
I propped myself up on my elbow and gazed down at him. He was so gorgeous. Each time I looked at him, I was blown away. Every time was as if I was just seeing him in person for the first time. I couldn’t believe I started out as a fan of Trevor’s band, Alpha Deity, and now I was Trevor’s…well, I still didn’t know what we were because we hadn’t discussed it. We had spent time together almost every day since I ran into him at the beginning of my vacation, and I could tell he really liked me, but we definitely hadn’t had the talk yet, and for now I was okay with that.
It was almost time for me to make my way back to Chicago and get some more entertainment news stories published. I love my life as an entertainment journalist; it’s never dull, but sometimes it can be grueling. It’s quite the high-pressure rat race. But the perks and the frills are worth it. I already had an amazing contacts list, but after meeting Trevor’s circle last night, I had some really valuable contacts that might be able to help me with my career in the future.
I could get used to being courted by a billionaire. My contacts list multiplied in the short week that I had known Trevor. Speaking of which, my phone was vibrating. I quietly grabbed it from the night stand. It was a text from Christoff. I was surprised to hear from him again after I was so short with him the previous night. I opened the text he sent me. It simply said:
*thinking salacious thoughts about you*
My heart raced, even though I didn’t want it to. I looked back over at Trevor, hoping he didn’t sense the thoughts about Christoff going through my head. Luckily, Trevor was still sleeping. I was technically still a single woman, so I don’t know why I felt so guilty.
Christoff and I’d had the most mind-blowing sex I had ever had in my entire life. I’d never been with a lover like him before. And more importantly, I really understood Christoff in a way that I don’t think any other woman ever has. I took pride in being that rare creature that could satisfy a man like Christoff Diemacht Hartmann, both physically and emotionally. He must have felt me missing him, hence his persistent texting. I was just about to text him back when I felt Trevor slide up behind me and cover my neck in smoldering kisses. Trevor let out a playful growl as I leaned back into his embrace.
“Who are you talking to? Important work email?” He looked down at my phone.
“Y
eah, work.”
“No working on vacation Giavanna,” he teased playfully, grabbing at my phone. I quickly snatched it away from him and shut it off. I tossed it over the edge of the bed and on top of the pile of clothes in my suitcase.
“You’re right, you’re right, I should enjoy my time off while I have it.”
My body stiffened. I hated lying. I was actually really into Trevor. His mere presence titillated me. All he had to do is look at me and I would get chills; every hair on my body would stand on end. I was truly in awe of him. But he refused to be intimate with me. I had been celibate since Christoff, so I was crawling out of my skin with frustration. This was the longest I’d ever gone without being intimate with someone. It was driving me mad.
But Trevor kept insisting he wanted to get to know me first. And he repeatedly warned me that I shouldn’t get too close to someone like him, whatever that meant. He seemed perfect. He was my knight in shining armor. He saved me from Vin. And he still decided he wanted to get to know me, even though we come from opposite sides of the tracks so to speak. He’s from the hard rock scene, and despite his wealth he is still deeply rooted in where he came from. And most of my camp is made up of pop artists and reality TV stars. Those two worlds very rarely, if ever, collide.
Trevor was a savvy business man, so he owned a very successful mainstream music label in addition to his hard rock and heavy metal labels. But he wasn’t really involved on the pop and mainstream side of things. He let his business partners handle most of that work, while he managed the label Alpha Deity and the other hardcore artists were on. Trevor loved his money, and the businesses that made his billions, but he loved being a rock star more. Even though he had to wear suits and go to fancy lunches for certain meetings, and he knew how to formally court the ladies; he felt much more at home in dark jeans and a skull cap, writing music in the back of a dimly-lit bar with the guys, or engineering and producing alone in the studio.