“No!” I exclaimed. Then I saw the look on his face. He was just teasing. Of course.
This was gonna be a long three months.
Nate
It was like the gods had gotten together and specifically designed Darcy to torture me. There were two things that Nate McCoy loved. One was women. Every size, every race, every flavor. If I could bed them then I loved them. There was plenty of me to go around. I had been around. I’d fucked in every continent and come back for more. But this girl had something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I wanted her desperately, but I would have to take my time.
The second thing I loved was a challenge. And fucking hell, was Darcy a challenge.
Most women went wild at the sight of my luxurious house. Even the rich heiresses and actresses I'd had always told me how much they loved my place. Darcy didn’t say anything much. That rabbit in the headlights look just drove me crazy. This girl was different and I had to have her. It was like a collector and she was some rare edition. She would be part of my collection of wet panties and broken hearts.
She made her second mistake pretty quickly.The first mistake had been agreeing to the deal in the first place. The second was showering.
Don't get me wrong, hygiene is important and I liked my girls clean. But she left me unattended, bored and unsatisfied. All I could do was find a way to entertain myself, and there was nothing on TV.
I grabbed my leather jacket and shrugged into it, listening to the sounds of the shower. The thought of her bare soft skin and dripping wet hair was a sight to behold. If I was in there with her, the two of us would find plenty to entertain ourselves with. The water pressure really was fantastic in this place. I could hold the shower head between her legs and she would be in ecstasy. That thought got me a little too hot for comfort.
But fuck it, if she hadn't pounced on me yet then she wasn't ready. Not every lady was built to take Nate McCoy. At least not right away. That was all right. Maybe she would build up to me.
I slipped out the door and closed it gently behind me. She wouldn't notice me being gone, not if I came back at a reasonable hour. 7 Am was reasonable, right?
My custom Harley Davidson was in the garage, calling my name. I'd traveled light and left most of my rides back home in LA, but the Harley always followed me. It was my freedom. When I wore that helmet and weaved through the cars I wasn't Nate McCoy anymore. I was just another asshole, and that was great.
“Bye, Darcy.” I sang under my breath. If she was going to make money watching me then you could be damn sure I’d make sure she earned it.
Darcy
I'd almost expected Nate to appear in the shower as soon as he heard me turn it on. He'd been looking at me so hungrily that I figured he couldn't resist. Maybe that was part of it. I wanted him to think about me naked. If I was being honest with myself, I wanted him to join me too and do all those things that he did in the love scenes with famous actresses. My own sexual experience was limited. There had been opportunities of course. Proms and parties and blind dates. I’d said no to them all. That whole popping my cherry thing hadn’t mattered so much to me. I knew it would happen eventually and it would probably be unsatisfying, just like it had been for all my friends.To be with a real man like Nate was something I knew I'd never experience. I’d inevitably settle down with some well meaning dweeb and we would have missionary sex once a week if we were lucky. I was never into bad boys. Well, until now.
The hot water ran down my body luxuriously. The expensive shower gel, shampoo and conditioners provided were a real change from the supermarket brand stuff I'd grown up on. I stepped out of the shower feeling soft and smelling of dessert.
It was only when I was wrapping my towel around myself that I heard the rev of an engine. Fuck, it was probably nothing but god damn it did it send a shock wave through me. My gut told me I should worry. It's nothing, Darcy, I told myself, it's just the traffic outside. Was there traffic in private Beverly Hills cul de sacs?
"Nate," I called out, "Nate! Nate are you still there?"
There was no response. Maybe the walls were soundproof? It wasn't beyond belief. So many orgies had probably taken place here that soundproofing was just good manners.
I stepped gingerly through the en suite and out of my bedroom, holding the towel on at my chest.
"Nate!" I called, but once again I was met with silence. My heart was really beginning to pound now. Surely he couldn't have run out on me already? It had only been a few hours since I'd arrived.
Oh yes he could. I only got a quick glance through the window but there he was, dressed in leather and sitting astride a motorcycle that cost more than my parents' house. He was putting his helmet on when he spotted me staring and waved.
I opened the door, forgetting that I was dressed in nothing but a towel.
"What are you doing?" I yelled.
He grinned.
"Going for a ride. Wanna come, baby? I bet the vibration would feel good between those thighs," he said, giving me the once over. I crossed my arms. "The towel is a good look for you."
"No, I don't! And you're not going either, not without telling me where. Get back in here!"
It was useless. It was like standing at the beach and yelling at the tide not to come in. Nate McCoy would not be controlled.
"Suit yourself blondie," he said. Without another word he clipped his helmet on and sped through the open gates. Fuck fuck fuck! My first day on the job and I'd already lost my client. Sheila was going to tear me a new one. That was if I didn't put an end to this right now.
I took a deep breath and closed the door behind me. There was no time to get dressed, no time to even grab a pair of shoes. He didn't give me a choice.
I sprinted up the through the gates in the direction of his bike. Towel and all.
What was worse is that Nate never quite picked up enough speed to get away from me. Just enough to stay ahead and look back at me, presumably laughing. That was what everyone else did, once we were out of the cul de sac and onto the busy street.
My bare feet pounded on the cold stone sidewalk. I darted past wolf whistling teenagers, confused elderly people and men who stared at me like I was a piece of meat. This was cumulating but I wasn't going to give up. He couldn’t run from me forever.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my foot and looked down to see a trail of blood behind me. I'd treaded on some broken glass without realizing, and now it hurt. Fuck, it hurt like hell. My eyes welled with tears. Maybe it was just from the pain, but the stress didn't help. I stood there on the street and bawled.This was not how I had imagined my life in the city. Nate parked his bike in the middle of the road and ran back to me.
A drunk guy, obviously separated from his frat boy friends got to me first. He looked me up and don and grinned lecherously.
"Hey baby, lemmie dry those tears for you!" he said, before lunging towards me. I screamed but he wasn't quick enough. Before he could lay a finger on me, Nate's fist met his face and he was on the ground. He got a kick in the stomach too for good measure.
"If I ever see you around here again I'll kill you, okay buddy? Now go find your college boyfriends and fuck outta my neighborhood!" He yelled. The guy did what he said and ran. Not many people got away with saying no to Nate.
He turned to me and took off his helmet.
"Hey, hey no need for the tears baby. I was just playing with you. I wasn't really gonna do anything," he said. Then he glanced down at my bloody foot, "Fuck me, that looks bad. I can't believe you chased me all the way up the street half naked. You must really care."
"Yeah I care. I care about my paycheck." I sobbed. Fuck, I hated crying. I hated crying in front of men and I really hated crying in front of jerks like Nate McCoy.
"Right. Ok. Look, let's get you home. I probably got some shit I can clean it up with." he said. I stood my ground and shook my head.
"No."
"What do you mean no? You're fucking bleeding."
"I know I'm fuckin
g bleeding, jerk! It hurts like hell. But I am not going back there with you unless you promise you won't run away from me again!" I exclaimed. Nate sighed.
"Listen blondie..."
"-And while you're at it, I have a name. I know all your fuck dolls are interchangeable but I'm not one of them. My name is Darcy. Not blondie, or baby or sweetheart."
Nate rolled his eyes now.
"Right. You're being difficult."
"Being difficult? What the hell? I'm not some chihuahua you got from a puppy farm!"
"Fine. Look, we can do whatever you want Darcy. Right after we clean up your god dam foot, okay?" he said. For the first time since I'd met him I could see a glint of worry in his face. He actually gave a shit. It felt like a break through.
"All right."
He took me home.
Nate
I'd learned a thing or two about cleaning wounds from doing all my own stunts. A cracked rib here, a bloody nose there. I was used to it by now. I could patch myself up pretty good.
"Will I need stitches?" Darcy winced as I inspected her foot. I'd met her sit on my sofa and rest it on the coffee table, though she'd protested about staining it. As if that mattered at all.
"No stitches. It's not deep and the glass seems to be gone." I inspected it further. She had dainty little feet. Of course she did. Every inch of her was adorable, presumably. I cleaned off the now dried blood and disinfected it, leaving a little band-aid in the place. It wasn't nearly as bad as either of us had feared. I felt relived. Sheila would kill me if I had to make another impromptu trip to the emergency room with my new wrangler.
"Thank you for fixing me up." she said. Darcy was shivering now. It was cold outside. Wearing a wet towel presumably didn't help with that.
"You're welcome. Now let's get you out of the towel." She rolled her eyes at me.
"Do you ever think about anything else Nate? I mean seriously. Sex is good, but it's not that damn good." she said. I shrugged and grinned at her.
"You must not be having great sex then," I said. She rolled her eyes but I could see her turning pink. I’d hit a nerve. Maybe the girl wasn’t having sex at all. How tragic.
“And I guess if I had sex with you it would blow my mind, huh?” she said.
“Of course.”
“Yeah, yeah. All guys say that and they’re always lying. You’re a big star so lots of girls sleep with you just so they can say they have, not because you’re any good,” she said. I smiled.
“Then why don’t you try me and see. At least you’ll have a story to tell, right?” I said. Darcy didn’t like that idea. She stood up and so did I. We just looked at each other for a moment, her in her little wet towel. She wanted me. I could sense every fiber of her being vibrating with erotic energy. She turned to leave but I wasn’t done yet.
I grabbed her by hips and pressed her against the wall. She tensed against me.
"Listen Darcy. I'll let you go right away if you want me to," he breathing got heavy. "Just say so. Tell me you don't want me."
She looked at me with steely eyed determination.
"I don't want you, Nate McCoy," she said. I let her go and she slammed the bedroom door behind her, "And I never will!"
Darcy
It had taken everything I had to say no to Nate. I'd never felt such a strong desire in my whole life. Not for the boys back home or the guys in magazines. Nothing compared to the fire I felt for him.
But I couldn't. Not just because of the contract, though that was a major part of it. Because it just wasn't me. I was Darcy, the bookworm with the good grades who scrubbed up all right but usually ended up being best friends with her crushes. I wasn't the girl who slept with bad boy a few hours after meeting him. I couldn't lose myself to him. He'd use me and toss me out like garbage. He'd done it to actresses and singers who were more beautiful and successful than I would ever be. There was nothing to stop him from doing it to me. It was inevitable. What was worse was that I knew I couldn’t enjoy a one night stand or even a few non committal romps. My heart was too big, I fell to fast and too hard. He would break my heart into little pieces if he was given half the chance. It was just his nature. I couldn't blame him for that. Instead, I would have to control myself.
I towel dried my hair and got in my pajamas. They felt particularly shabby and unsexy when contrasted with the soft and luxurious fabrics of the guest room. But I was cold and I was tired and my Snoopy sweater and fuzzy bottoms were exactly what the night called for. If Nate saw them on me he would probably be turned off me for life. At least, if I was lucky he would be. I fell asleep within minutes.
Nate
I couldn't sleep. That wasn't usually a problem for me. When I was having a good night, I'd get so turned up that I would pass out anywhere. In my bed, in someone else's, or a floor. Fuck it, I'd even passed out in a wedding cake once (yeah that was a great few weeks for the tabloids). When I took drugs I didn't need to sleep. I could fuck and party for days without ever stopping for a break. But for the last few years I’d been sober. And I couldn't sleep.
"You are one breakdown away from an appearance on Celebrity Rehab or Dr Phil or whatever." Sheila had warned me. I was getting tired of it all anyway. The idea of being reliant on something sounded like crap to me. If I couldn’t have fun without ingesting toxic shit into my system then there was something very wrong with me. I’d seen it with fellow stars who had fallen down that rabbit hole. My dabbling days were over and I sure as hell wasn’t going to make those mistakes that I had seen so many make before me.
There was always my other vice. Women. Even if Darcy didn't want me, it wasn't like I didn't to have plenty to choose from. They could keep me entertained for a couple hours before my workout at dawn.
I scrolled through my contacts. Blonde, brunette, redhead. Big tits, big butt, big butt and small tits, tattoo on her butt. There were endless possibilities. My co star from the last action movie I had filmed was a freak in bed and we'd always had fun together. She was blonde too, but she didn't have Darcy's hips. She would still come running if I called her, pussy shaved and wet for me. I passed. I passed on all of them actually. Every time I considered calling one of them I thought of Darcy and imagined undressing her instead. What the fuck was wrong with me?
It was OK. It would pass.
Once I had her it would pass.
Darcy
I woke up to a knock at the bedroom door. I hadn't even recalled where I was before I groaned 'come in!'. I turned around to see Nate standing there, shirtless and drenched in sweat. He had a takeaway cup of steaming hot coffee in one hand and a gray looking smoothie in the other.
"Rise and shine lazy!" he said, sitting the coffee down on my bedside table.
"Thank you," I said, sitting up, "What time is it?"
"It's almost eleven. I figured you could do with a jump start since you don't seem to be one for waking up on your own," he said. I grumbled an incoherent protest but picked up my coffee anyway.
"Aren't you having any?" I said, before taking a sip. It was bitter and black, but smooth. Nothing like the frothy things I was used to. It tasted sophisticated. I liked it.
"Nope. No caffeine, no booze, nothing fun," he said, before taking a swig of his putrid looking smoothie,"Just protein powder and veggies."
"Nice."
He grinned at my expression.
"So, what's for breakfast?" I asked. Nate gestured at the coffee. Uh uh. This wasn't going to work. A girl like me couldn't survive on caffeine alone, "Seriously? You must be kidding."
"I don't buy that much food. I guess we could order in if you want. My credit card is on my dresser, order whatever," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"We're not having fast food. God, do you survive on smoothies and French fries? I'd go crazy. Let me cook something." I said. His eyes actually lit up for a moment, though he smiled doubtfully at me.
"You cook?" he asked.
"Yes, I cook. And I'm darn good at it, actually," I said. I hopped out of bed and ignored
him snickering at my pajamas "Come on, we're getting groceries and you're coming with me."
Nate lay back on my bed and swigged the last of his smoothie.
"You sure seem excited to hang out with me for a woman who couldn't bear the idea of being with me last night," he said. I blushed. All right, so maybe I'd been a little bit over the top. He hadn't given me a choice, really. If my no hadn't been over the top then I would have said yes. Who knew where I would have ended up? Wait a sec. I knew. I knew I'd end up heartbroken and he'd end up in bed, doing the dirty with whatever girl caught his eye next. It was obvious.
"I'm not excited for you. I'm excited to get some good food in my stomach. Now get out so I can get dressed!"
For what I assumed was the first time in his life Nate did as he was told.
I threw on a yellow summer dress and a pair of ballet flats and stepped out of the door. It was my prettiest outfit, usually reserved for dates or nights out with friends back home. Since both of those events basically never happened, it was in great condition. If Nate was impressed he didn't show it. He barely glanced up from his cell phone.
"Come on then. There's a supermarket on the next block apparently," he said. He picked up a pair of designer shades and slipped them on. Combined with his tight white t-shirt and worn jeans he looked incredible. No wonder I didn't impress him. He was surrounded by beautiful women every day of his life. I was only something for him to toy around with before he found someone else. Another notch in his belt, though I wasn't even worth bragging about to friends.
"OK. OK let's go."
It hadn't occurred to me that walking to the store with a movie star might turn a few heads. Stupid, I know. I was so used to being invisible that the thought of being with someone hyper visible was nuts. So when people stared at us as we walked I ignored them. It was what Nate was doing after all. Someone yelled "I love you!" from a passing car and Nate just laughed.
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