by Marian Tee
“I’m coming.”
She squeezed his balls and sucked harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as he came in her mouth, his dick going so deep into her throat Saffi almost choked. But she didn’t pull away, wanting to take it all in, needing to pleasure him in every way she could.
When he was spent, she expected him to soften, but his dick was still distended and pulsing when he pulled away. “Your turn,” he growled and pulled her up and then flipping her around to push her to the wall. As her breasts flattened against the cold wet marble, he entered her from behind, eliciting a whimper from Saffi.
He started to play with her breasts as he thrust in and out of her leisurely, making her pant in a mixture of frustration and feverish desire. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” He circled his dick inside Saffi to drive her even wilder with want.
She moaned. “Please, Staffan, please. Faster.”
But perversely he slowed down even more, making her sob pleadingly, “Staffan!”
He pulled out ever so slowly before slamming in hard, making her gasp as Saffi became flat against the wall again. “Like that?”
“Yes!” It was all she could say, with her body trembling as she continued seeing stars. And then he was furiously thrusting in and out of her, his dick seeming to swell larger and hardening even more with every penetration. The slap of his balls against her wet skin was extremely erotic and she wriggled her hips against him, wanting more.
His fingers bit into her hips as he shifted her position, and that small change allowed his dick to sink further into her moist depths. “Aaaaah.” She let out a long moan as his fingers found her clit. He started working on her clit in rhythm with his thrusts and her hips started to buck wildly against him. “Staffan, Staffan---Staffan!”
She shattered around him, and he held her through the violent storm of her pleasure, biting her shoulder to intensify the sensation. She let out another keening cry, and it spurred Staffan to move faster, quick hard shoves until he was coming as well.
Almost an hour later, finally done with shower and replete with a hearty breakfast, the two of them walked back into the stage area, with Staffan’s arm possessively curled around her waist. Everyone from the crew greeted them happily enough, their tones respectful but their eyes filled with curiosity. There were a few fangirls and groupies around as well. The Gs looked at her with good-natured envy while the fangirls obviously loathed her on sight.
“Slut,” one of the fangirls hissed as Staffan and Saffi walked past.
Staffan stiffened.
Not wanting Staffan to get mad at his fans – knowing how horrible that would be since she was also one of them – she pretended to play dumb and asked Staffan with feigned bemusement, “How did she know that?”
Staffan forced himself to relax. “Maybe it has to do with the fact that you’re not wearing any underwear,” he whispered back. Even as he smiled at Saffi’s predictable sound of distress, he was also giving Bob a look to make sure that there would not be a repeat of what had happened. Nobody fucking messed with what was his, and Saffi was definitely that, perhaps even the most important thing in his life right now.
His bodyguard correctly interpreted his command, and Bob immediately turned around to instruct the rest of the security team how to handle this latest bout of trouble.
The other bodyguards changed position, discreetly but effectively blocking the view of the other girls this time. They weren’t escorted out of the premises but they wouldn’t get anything out of being there either. It was the most devious of revenges, which was exactly how Staffan wanted Bob to play it.
The whole world might have forgotten that he was once born of the streets, but Staffan hadn’t. Before being the stepson of a billionaire, a rockstar famous around the globe, he had once been nothing---a hapless child forced to throw away his innocence and rely on a combination of bullish strength and cunning to survive.
“Stop scowling at them.”
He couldn’t help scowling at her this time. “Are you truly going to defend them after what they called you?”
“I am a G.”
He bit back a sharp retort, knowing it was better to keep pretending that he had believed in her disguise.
“They were just carried away,” she said as she touched his arm in a soothing gesture. “They love you so much, you know. They’ll do anything for you.”
“H…you are too fucking nice.” Staffan took a deep breath.
She winced, realizing that Staffan was about to give her another long scolding. But before he could start, someone was calling his name and Saffi whirled around in relief. Saved by the---choreographer!
Eddie waved at them frantically to come over.
Staffan grimaced. “I have to go. He’s always panicky during concert days.” He walked her to a vacant row of seats. “You’ll be okay here?”
She nodded, admitting shyly, “I’m kinda excited to see you practice dancing.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing special.”
Saffi gasped. “It is very special, excuse me!”
He laughed at her defensive tone. “Okay, okay. Don’t fight me – for me.”
She giggled, and he carried the sound of it in his heart as he went back to practice.
Staffan dancing on stage was already surreal, but seeing Staffan rehearsing, his body eventually becoming sleek with sweat, was even more so, like Saffi had been allowed a rare glimpse of heaven. And oh, oh, she would never get tired of seeing Staffan move!
Two hours later, Eddie officially called for a break. Saffi smiled when she saw how more relaxed Eddie seemed, which meant the rehearsal had met his expectations. She started to stand when an excited voice called out Staffan’s name. This time, she didn’t welcome the sound at all.
Saffi turned towards the sound and something inside her heart twisted painfully when she saw a lovely, dark-haired woman walk gracefully towards Staffan with an eager smile on her face. Who was she? Saffi had faithfully followed every media report on Staffan but she had never seen the older woman with him before.
Staffan stiffened when he heard Yanna call his name. Fuck! He had still intended his plan to push through but not like this. Not with everyone around.
Yanna finally reached him, and Staffan automatically kissed her on the cheek. She beat him to speaking, her eyes twinkling as she waved a folder in front of him. “I have the five best women here, Staffan! All you have to do is to choose who you want to date.” Then she wagged a finger at him. “But I know what happened last time and I don’t want it to happen in my watch so please – don’t make love to whoever you’re going to choose?”
Chapter Nine
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“There you are.” Saffi looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and then blinked several times when she realized who it belonged to. The tall dark-haired man standing before her was none other than Constantijin Kastein, once Netherlands’ #1 playboy, a part of the Three Pussketeers and one of Staffan’s closest friends.
Had she heard him right? Was he really looking for her?
She hastily blinked back her tears and tried not to be so obvious as she wiped those that have already left a wet trail on her cheeks. “M-may I help you?”
Someone had to tell her that groupies never spoke so politely, Constantijin thought as he gazed at the young girl that had Staffan all twisted up in knots.
When Yanna had gone to the restroom before they went looking for Staffan, Constantijin had overheard several of his friend’s bodyguards talking among themselves in Swedish. It had been an interesting conversation, which revolved around a groupie called H and whom all of them held in affection.
And on the way to the stage area, with Yanna having gone ahead of him because she had been excited to show Staffan her personal picks, Constantijin had al
most bumped into a young girl who had run past him in tears. He had only caught a partial look of her face, but it was more than enough. She was without a doubt the girl Staffan had been stalking online for months---the girl Constantijin suspected had caught Staffan’s heart, and now his friend was doing his best to cut his heart out rather than give it to another woman.
Constantijin had waited for Staffan to run after her. When it became clear that his friend wouldn’t do so, Constantijin had decided it was up to him to fix his friend’s mess before Staffan ended as miserable as he had been, when he had been similarly stupid and threw Yanna’s love back at her face.
Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. The girl’s doe-eyed looks made him feel like Staffan had beaten up a day-old puppy, tempting Constantijin to tell her that she was better off without his friend.
“I think I’m in a better position to help you instead,” he said gently as he handed her his handkerchief.
She shook her head.
“Please. I insist.”
“T-thanks.” The way “H” gave in so gracefully startled him. It began to dawn on him how she was the very opposite of Staffan, who was cruelty and rudeness personified. Looking at her, Constantijin felt distinctly at a loss of what he should say. Friendship prevented him from sharing Staffan’s secrets without his friend’s permission but standing by and doing nothing, when the young girl in front him looked like she was broken, completely went against the grain for him.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
Saffi shook her head again. “I’m really quite all right. It’s just that the circumstances earlier were rather…upsetting.”
Somebody also had to tell her that groupies didn’t speak so formally, like a school teacher.
Constantijin nodded solemnly. Cocking his head to the side, he asked, “Are you part of the production team for Staffan’s concert?”
“No, sir.” Saffi answered the question absently, her mind back on Staffan and the anonymous women he would date. Then she realized how she had answered Staffan’s friend and froze, her eyes immediately darting to her companion. Dear God, she hoped he’d think she was being provocative with her ‘sirs’. That would be a very G thing to do. It was better than the truth, which was that she had instinctively called him ‘sir’ because she had been raised that way.
Constantijin again pretended not to notice her most recent slip even though he had the damnedest hard time trying not to grin. He was beginning to understand why Staffan appeared so enamored with this girl. “Are you working here then?”
“I’m one of Staffan’s groupies.” To improve her disguise, Saffi dug inside her pocket for a gum and quickly popped into her mouth. Pride filled her when she was able to blow it out carefully.
Another thing she had to know that groupies did not blow bubbles like it was a matter of life and death, Constantijin thought, having an even harder time keeping his lips from twitching. And that gum-popping groupies were a cliché.
He cleared his throat. “Forgive me for asking, but are you crying because of something Staffan did?”
“No, of course not!”
The quickness and sincerity of the reply impressed him. He said quietly, “You seem like a nice girl so I’ll tell you a secret.”
She nodded, wide-eyed.
“Everyone knows that Staffan had it pretty rough when he broke up with Chloe. It changed him, made him unwilling to trust any woman again.” He paused. “He’d do everything not to be in a position of being in danger of being hurt again---even if it meant hurting people he doesn’t want to hurt. Even if it means hurting himself in the process as well.”
Saffi’s heart started to beat fast as she took in what Constantijin had said. “Why are you telling me this?”
He smiled.
Oh wow. The smile was so blindingly beautiful it left her blinking. Now she saw why millions of women went gaga over him.
“I just like tormenting him and you look like you can be a thorn in his side.”
~~~
“There you are,” Bob said a few minutes after Constantijin Kastein had left. She stood in the middle of the bonsai garden, which was part of the on-site attractions of the concert venue, contemplating Constantijin’s words.
“I was looking for you for a long time, you know.” Bob sounded extremely rueful as he stopped a few feet from her. That was also the second time someone had told her that. “We were worried about you.”
She didn’t know what to make of that. “You make it sound like everyone’s looking for me.”
“They are.”
She gaped at him. “B-but why?”
Bob looked pained. “What did you expect, H? That the boss wouldn’t care when you left the place in tears?”
Saffi admitted in a small voice, “I didn’t think he’d notice.”
“He did.”
She drew a shaky breath in. “Why didn’t he come after me?”
Bob avoided her gaze. “The advertisers he’s supposed to meet came right after Ms. Yanna so he had to take care of them first.”
It was an alibi of course - a very lame one - and both of them knew it. Staffan Aehrenthal was a law unto himself, and he definitely was the type to have advertisers waiting if there was something else he prioritized over meeting with them.
But he didn’t, which was why Bob was here and Staffan wasn’t.
She did her best to push the thought away and used Constantijin’s words as a source of comfort. This was Staffan pushing her away. It was supposed to be a good thing.
“I understand.” Saffi forced a smile, more for Bob’s sake, who was trapped between a rock and a hard place. And that would be what? Staffan’s inability to love and her very obvious infatuation?
Bob said awkwardly, “He’s left explicit instructions that you join him the moment anyone found you.” He looked at her steadily. “Do you want to? I won’t force you to go if you don’t feel like it.”
Saffi squared her shoulders. “I’ll go.”
She thought about Constantijin’s words again as she followed Bob out of the bonsai garden. He wanted to push her away, and ironically Saffi knew that his desire to do so also proved that he saw her more than just an ordinary G. Perhaps – more than any other girl in his life, enough to fall in love with her?
Chains of doubt wrapped around her heart, tightening painfully. This weekend was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be her one last fling before embracing fully whatever life and duty brought her. But it hadn’t become just a fun weekend. It had become a lot more than that. Staffan was no longer just the gorgeous rockstar with the divine taste in clothes that she had looked up to for so many years, the one whose lyrics reached out to her and healed her all the times she felt alone and misunderstood.
Now, Staffan was…
More.
She needed to take a chance on Staffan, needed to show him that things between them could be way better than how things were between him and Chloe. But first she needed a sign. If he showed that he cared for her, even if it was just a little bit more than what he typically felt for Gs, Saffi decided she would take it as a sign. If Staffan treated her like she was different from the rest then she would fight for him.
~~~
Relief hit Staffan like a tidal wave when the door opened and Bob came in, followed by a quiet-looking Saffi. There was no other or better word, and it troubled him, making him clench his fists at his sides in an effort to keep him from walking to her and taking Saffi to his arms. He had to be strong about this. He was doing what was right for both of them.
Staffan expected Saffi to sit at the back, with the rest of his management team, while he continued the negotiations with Yanna and Constantijin next to him while the advertising representatives sat opposite him, one who was gay and the other a female shark. But what she did instead was take a seat next to him, gracefully pulling the chair back and sliding onto it like a princess. For some reason, it made Staffan fucking proud of her, and it was all he could do not
to take her lips with a kiss. But he didn’t. It would create a different impression than what he had in mind for Saffi, an impression that she had already challenged by sitting next to him.
The advertising representatives had stopped talking when Saffi positioned herself next to him. Consternation flashed on their faces when Staffan didn’t make any explanation and instead curled a casually possessive arm around her waist. Saffi knew it wasn’t exactly a show of support, but she’d take it.
“Garth Greene,” the guy opposite them said immediately with an easy smile, offering his hand.
Saffi took it with a grateful smile. “I’m…H.”
Staffan tried not to roll his eyes.
When Saffi glanced at the woman seated next to Garth, she got a dismissive head-to-toe look. “Sadie,” the other woman said reluctantly, as if the seconds she spent talking to Saffi was a huge waste of her time. She turned to Staffan immediately, and her face changed with it, a flirtatious smile on her lips as she said, “If I may continue?”
Saffi blurted out, “Could you repeat what you’ve discussed so far?” The way all eyes swung to her incredulously made Saffi want to shrink back, but she didn’t back down. To give herself a boost of confidence – however fake –she popped another piece of gum into her mouth even though she was already chewing on one.
Sadie gaped. “Excuse me?”
“I’m his number one fan,” Saffi said lamely as she wrung her hands on her lap until her knuckles went white. “I may have a lot to contribute to this project.”
“Oh, really?” Derision underlined Sadie’s words. “I think you flatter yourself by thinking in those terms.” And the way she looked at Saffi made no secret of what she believed Saffi was, especially as her gaze lingered on the expansive amount of skin that her dress exposed.
Saffi did her best not to flush at the pointed barb, but she was even more determined not to back down. Staffan was going to date another woman. Worse, Staffan had a reputation of dating anyone he “hand selected”. Saffi had to have a say about it, selfish or not, right or not.