“Baby, I really want to talk about what’s happening with my contract,” she told him one morning. She had just popped a Percocet to stop her hands from shaking, chasing it down with a Screwdriver. The acidity from the vodka and orange juice blend burned her throat.
“Uh huh,” Rhys replied, barely glancing up from tying his tie. His hair was still wet from his shower and as Annika watched him dress, she felt like she was already married to him. This is what married couples do; the watch each other get ready for work in the morning and chat about business deals. We are going to be so happy together.
“Rhys, I – I’m just really excited to start this part of my life. I want to know what’s happening.” He smiled briefly at her through the mirror and Annika felt her tension dissolve. Of course he knows how I feel. He deals with new talent every day.
“I know, babe. We’ll get there but you need to be a little more patient. I have some huge names in the studio right now so space is really limited for newbies. I thought I had explained this to you already.” Annika felt herself getting embarrassed.
“You did it’s just…I’m really broke. I haven’t been working since I signed with you and I don’t have any money coming in. Dickie is giving me a hard time about not paying my share and – “
Rhys interrupted her with a laugh. “You’re worried about money? Why didn’t you just say so? You can stay here. I’ll set up an account for you until you get going.” Annika was so relieved, she almost burst into tears. She flew off the bed and threw herself into his arms. See Dickie! You were worried about nothing! He loves me just as much as I love him!
“Oh, you’re amazing! I love you!” she cried. He laughed and kissed her forehead. Then he gently pushed her head down with one hand, his other hand unzipping his pants.
“Prove it,” he growled.
Dickie had been beyond furious.
“You cannot move in with that man!” he screamed at her as she collected her meagre belongings. She had intentionally waited to spring the news on him because she knew how he was going to react. She was trembling, partially from withdrawal but mostly because she had never handled confrontation well. The truth was, she had wanted to pack up and leave without telling her best friend face to face but he had unexpected arrived home, catching her in the act of packing up her room so she was forced to come clean.
“He is my boyfriend. We love each other. What is wrong with moving in with him?” she replied lightly. She was trying her hardest to diffuse the situation but Dickie was not about to be disarmed by her attempts.
“He is not your boyfriend!” Annika had never seen him so incensed. She hadn’t even known he was capable of such rage. He had always been so kind to her, so gentle. At that moment, he reminded her of her step-father on a drunken bender. His tone caused her to pick up the pace. She had never been surer of a decision than she was at that moment.
“He is you sugar daddy at best, nothing but a middle age pervert who has set his sights on a young, gorgeous and stupidly impressionable girl, plying her with alcohol and God only knows what the fuck else. Look at you! You’re a fucking disaster!” Dickie stepped into the room and grabbed Annika by the shoulders, spinning her around to face the mirror. She was momentarily aghast by her appearance. Her once luxuriant auburn hair had lost its silken sheen and it fell in an unkempt mass to her waist which was almost non-existent now. She had probably lost fifteen pounds which she could not afford. She tried to remember the last time she had eaten. Or showered. I need to start taking better care of myself. This will all change when I move in with Rhys.
“I need a haircut. I can afford one now, okay? And yeah, I lost a bit of weight. You can never be too thin or too rich, right?” She tried to turn and smile at Dickie but he held her firmly in place.
“Look at your eyes, Annika. You look dead.” She wiggled free of his vice-like grip and glared at him.
“A good friend would be supportive,” she cried.
“A good friend wouldn’t let you move into a hotel room with a decrepit deprave!” Dickie yelled back. “One who has turned you into a drug addict no less!” Annika was torn between wanting to laugh and sob. Rhys could hardly be considered old in any universe. However, the remark about the drugs really stuck a blade in her aorta.
“Drug addict?” she echoed. “I am not a drug addict!”
At once, a realization shadowed Dickie’s luminous eyes and he released his friend instantly. He backed up out the door slowly nodding his head.
“Yes. You are. You need a fix right now.” He gestured at her vibrating hands and sweating armpits. “I can help you if you let me. Just stay here with me. We’ll get things back to how they were before.” Annika strode across the room to the doorway in two strides. She slapped Dickie full force across the face.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again! I am moving in with the love of my life. You are just a jealous queen. A pathetic loner. I don’t need your shitty house and your shitty friendship,” she snarled. Tears filled Dickie’s eyes but did not fall. His hand found his stinging cheek and he rubbed it slowly. He did not look angry any more only crushed to his core, like he had just lost a loved one to an early death.
“Annie, if you leave this house and go to Rhys, please don’t ever come back here. Even to visit. Lose my number and forget we ever met. I don’t want to watch you die.”
Annika was already bounding down the stairs without her bags. She had decided to abort the packing mission altogether. Rhys will buy me a new wardrobe.
“Go fuck yourself, Richard!” The door slammed behind her.
Chapter Five: If Loving You is Wrong
Although Annika would never have admitted it to anyone, things were not going as well as she had hoped with Rhys. At the start, she had lounged around the suite all day, watching soap operas and snorting an endless supply of Oxy. Rhys had followed through with a generous bank account for her and she had almost depleted her allowance by the end of the first week, splurging on shoes and clothes. I’ll pay back every cent. Room service was constantly running up bottles of wine to the point that the hotel had designated her a personal delivery boy. As the days got boring, she began to ask the kid into the room to play gin rummy and Fish with her. One day he actually brought along a chess board to teach her but she had been much too stoned to understand the game. The next day he brought a joint and the smoked it on the terrace. That became their new pastime. Annika and the kid, whose name was Trevor (or maybe it was Travis – Annika really didn’t care enough to ask again) was barely out of high school and he acted like it. He swore too much, used slang even she had never heard and talked about skateboarding constantly but Annika was lonely and she welcomed the company. She missed Dickie constantly. It was a physical aching that was constant in her chest regardless of how much she drank or snorted.
Rhys had initially been a fun companion but work had picked up and suddenly, during the day, he disappeared for hours. This was to be expected of a working man but one night he didn’t come home. And that one night became every other night. Annika was starting to get concerned. Her knight’s shining armor was beginning to kink.
The party was in full swing but Annika was curled up on a pile of coats in the study. She had just vomited on someone’s four thousand dollar Dolce and Gabbana jacket and she made a half-witted attempt to cover it up with another piece of clothing, realizing too late that it was her own wrap. Fuck I’m high. Really, really, really high. Then she laughed. “High” was a funny word.
“High. High. Hiiiiiiiiii,” she sang to no one. Despite the fact that she had just thrown up the little she had eaten in the past four days, she was still feeling on top of the world. She got up from the settee and teetered to the door, unceremoniously yanking it open. There must have been two hundred people in the mansion mingling and laughing. The din was giving her a headache. She had no idea who the place belonged to nor how she had gotten there. She began looking around for Rhys.
“Do yea know Rice?” she slurred at a
pin-up looking blonde who happened to be walking by the den. Annika was mortified to hear the garbled question as it left her lips. The stunning beauty paused, a small smile toyed with her lips. She slowly ran her clear grey eyes over the almost incomprehensible redhead from head to toe and back down again. Then she licked her lips and cleared her throat.
“Did you say ‘Rhys’? As in Rhys Anders?” Annika nodded vigorously, a silly smile on her face. She had no way of knowing how wretched she looked, her waist length tresses in tangled knots, mascara smeared. Her firm breasts were almost completely out of her low cut tank top. She looked like she had stepped off the set of a high school horror flick.
“Oh, sweetie,” the blonde cooed petting her arm lovingly. “Everyone knows Rhys.”
Annika’s unfocussed eyes lit up and she grinned.
“I know!” she screamed. “Heth gonna make me famith.”
The busty woman burst into laughter and she strolled away calling,
“Someone find Anders! One of his ‘projects’ needs her bottle and blanket.”
It took Annika a moment to understand what the beauty had meant but by the time she felt indignation, Rhys was steering her upstairs and away from the hubbub. He found an empty bedroom in one of the wings and laid her gently on the bed. She closed her eyes for a second, happy to be near Rhys.
“Here you go, baby,” Rhys said. Annika opened her eyes. There were four lines laid out on the nightstand. She leaned over and snorted one, handing Rhys the twenty he had rolled for her.
“You can have all this,” he told her and leaned toward her.
He helped free her small nipples from the shred of cloth barely covering them. He lowered his lips to bite them and slip his palm over her fantastic rear. As his hand skillfully slipped its way under her skirt and between her legs, she sat up and glared at him accusingly.
“It’s been four months! When am I going to start recording my album?” she asked. “What is taking so long?”
Rhys groaned and pushed her back down.
“Just be patient, baby. I’ll let you know when we book the studio time. I told you, it’s just a really busy time right now.” He continued to suck and lick her perky breasts while rubbing on her clit between his finger and thumb.
“But why is it taking so long?” Annika whined, trying to sit up.
“Honey, I know this is new to you, but there is a process for these things. You have to trust me, okay?”
“But – “
In one swift motion, Rhys flipped her onto her stomach and spread her open. Slowly, he lowered a long finger into her, removed it and licked it. He slapped one cheek, leaving a perfectly shaped handprint on her milky white skin. Then he jammed his index and middle finger in without warning, with quick, hard jabs. Gasping, Annika struggled to maintain her balance but just as quickly, he dug his manicured hands into her tiny waist and buried his face into her quickly dampening snatch. She felt his tongue lap up her wetness with force. He was hurting her, nipping at her as he ran his chin and lips and tongue up and down the slit but it made her want to cum all over his face. She sat up so she was straddling him and began to grind herself over his mouth. She rode his face like it was his nine-inch cock and his grip around her waist got firmer, his fingers were bruising her delicate skin but it just brought her closer to the edge. Now there were three fingers pounding into her, hard and fast. Rhys was still licking her clit. She couldn’t hold out anymore. She was cumming, squirting all over his handsome face, covering the white duvet in juices and she couldn’t stop.
“Fuck! Oh fuck yes! Baby! Fuck me, please fuck me!” she begged. She tried to dismount but while he slipped out from under her, he pushed her down onto her stomach, still fingering her with intensity.
“You’re my little whore,” he whispered. “Aren’t you?”
Annika could barely catch her breath as another finger was added. She howled in pain and pleasure but he did not stop. She knew she was about to lose control completely and she wanted Rhys inside her desperately.
“Fuck me, please, fuck me!”
“Are you my little nasty slut?”
“Fuck yes! Yes, I am your little cunt. Please, baby, please – “Rhys was in front of her, his cock fully swollen. He slapped her in the face with it.
“Suck my dick, little bitch. Suck it deep.” He pulled her face toward him and she eagerly took him in her mouth. For a moment she was confused. Someone was still pounding her hard and relentlessly. She struggled to look over her shoulder against Rhys’ grip, her throat filled with that incredible dick and as he savagely butted into her mouth, Annika saw the blonde from the hallway, naked and pounding a dildo into her. She had never been more turned on in her life. The blonde slide the dildo in and out of Annika’s tight pussy and the singer tried to cry out but Rhys was choking her with his cock. Her clit was throbbing and Annika was afraid she would never stop cumming. She was about to faint with ecstasy. Suddenly, Rhys pulled himself out of her mouth and streams poured all over Annika’s face and hair. She licked at him, whimpering. He slapped her across the face with his dick again and then turned to the blonde. Without saying a word, he spread her bronze legs apart and while she continued fucking all of Annika’s holes, Rhys’ stuck his still hard dick inside her pierced pussy. He grabbed a fistful of those golden strands and pulled her head back.
“Fuck her harder,” he ordered. The blonde obeyed and Annika screamed like a feral animal. She continued to squirt endlessly but watched as Rhys gave it to the blonde hard and deep. She was in some sort of sexual purgatory, filled with lust and jealousy, desire and confusion. Rhys paused to reposition and stuck his cock back into her pussy, spitting on the opening before thrusting. He was fully hard again.
Rhys grunted and pinched her large pink nipples.
“Cum, Kat, cum on me, you little bitch.”
Annika could tell he wanted to blow his load but the blonde was goading him so he was holding out to spite her.
“Yeah, give it to me. Fuck my pussy. Make me cum, you piece of shit,” the blonde hissed. Then she pulled her dildo out of Annika and slapped her ass with surprising force. Annika moaned weakly.
“Turn over,” she ordered. Annika’s body was so shaky; she could barely oblige. Then she began to lick the Rhys’ juices off Annika’s face, rubbing those luscious breasts over her body as she trailed up and down, lapping up every last drop. Rhys couldn’t take it. He moaned and shuddered, again, pulling his member out and raining cum all over them both. He stopped to catch his breath and then smiled at the blonde.
“You always were a great fuck,” he told her affectionately as she slipped back into her clothes. In spite of Annika’s stoned and semi-injured state, she noticed the blonde was using her shirt to wipe the mess off her body and face.
“I know,” the blonde retorted before tossing the clothing at Annika and leaving the two alone in the bedroom without a backward glance. Annika tried to sit up but she was still trembling from the amount she had expelled. She had never climaxed that many times in her life combined. Then, to her dismay, she began to cry. The combination of sexual emotion, drugs, alcohol and hurt she was feeling about the sexy blonde’s participation in the most exciting sexual encounter she had ever had washed over her like a tidal wave. Rhys’ content expression faded and he glowered at her.
“What are you sobbing about?” he snapped, slipping his pants back on. Annika shook her head, not trusting her voice not to crack.
“Stop crying, Annika. It makes you look ugly.” She struggled to control herself. Sniffling she turned her cat-like eyes on him.
“Who was that?” she mewled. Rhys glanced at the door as if he had already forgotten the surreal episode that had just occurred. “You mean Katrine? I thought you guys had met.” Annika shook her head, wiping the tears from her gaunt cheeks.
“Who is she?” she demanded again. Rhys sighed, buttoning up his shirt. “She’s an old friend. What? You didn’t enjoy that?” He grinned at her knowingly. Annika lowered her eyes in
shame. She had enjoyed it too much. She felt herself getting wet again just thinking about Katrine’s perfect tits rubbing against own erect nipples. Rhys laughed and gestured at the nightstand.
“Have another hit, baby and relax. I’ll come get you later.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead and Annika suddenly realized Rhys never kissed her on the mouth outside of sex. A warning rang out in her mind but before she allowed it to escalate, she reached across and put another line of powder in her nose. The burn of the substance was different and instantly, Annika was rendered almost paralyzed by the drug. Rhys’ grin widened as she sat back against the pillows.
“What do you think of that?” he asked as she began to float away. Her expression must have answered his question.
“What…is…it?” Annika heard her voice ask. Rhys turned for the door but flashed her one of his incredible smiles before exiting.
“Heroin. But don’t worry – only the highest grade for my baby.”
Chapter Six: It’s My Own Fault
Rhys had not been home in five days. He had not called, texted or emailed. The small stash of drugs was gone, flushed down the toilet since the day he had walked out the door. Trevor (or was it Travis?) had knocked on the door but his arrival had been unreceived despite the fact that Annika had been there, shivering, sweating, vomiting and scratching imaginary cockroaches off her face. She forced herself to drink water, glass after glass, all day and all endless night. She had not eaten a morsel but that would come later. First she needed to get the junk out of her system. She dared not call room service because she did not want to see anyone, especially the designated delivery kid who might have been bearing a joint. I need to do this alone. As the symptoms escalated, Annika had reached for the phone more than once to call Dickie but she, by some miracle force of will, stopped herself. His last words rang in her ears and it was enough to sober her up. By the third day, when it became clear that Rhys was gone for good, Annika made an impulsive decision and hurled the cell phone off the balcony. I need to do this alone. I have to get to get used to doing things alone.
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