by Abbie Kaid
STARS DON’T HIDE
A Billionaire Studio Executive Meets a Curvy Younger Artist
(Hidden Star Book 3)
By Abbie Kaid
Table of content
STARS DON’T HIDE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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STARS DON’T HIDE
by Abbie Kaid
LACIE
The time is now. If I let this opportunity slip out of my fingers, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.
The best things in life aren’t often served on a gold platter… at least not in my life, but this seems way too easy. It’s not like I’m anything like his gold-digging wife. I’m better than that, but then again, I have plans—big plans.
It could be a win-win. I help him build his empire; his deep pockets and connections help me build mine. It might not be right, but if Damen’s involved, that’s a chance I’m willing to take.
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Chapter 1
LACIE
Yes, I know that I have so much pride that it could possibly move Mount Vernon to a different place. Trust me; my level of pride can make this and anything achievable. But at this point, seeing how Damen left got me so scared. I've come to like him so much. Hell no! Like was only an understatement. I love Damen crazily and I'm certain he knows it.
“I want him back,” I could hear myself voicing my in-depth despair while literally slumping into one of the couches in the sitting room.
I am terribly confused. I’m not trying to be stubborn, unlike how he viewed it. If there is anything I so desire, it is to achieve my dream of being a music star. He has a point: I was more than watching wannabe stars when I am certainly a blink from stardom. Indeed, the very man my heart is beating earnestly for has the key that can unlock every door of possibility for me, but here I am, still fighting with uncertainties. Why am I holding back? Why does saying yes to all his offers seem too complex for me? So many questions flashed through my mind that I couldn't get a hold on any tangible answer.
Slightly placing my head on my palm, I regret allowing my doubts to cloud my sense of judgment. Unfortunately, at this moment it is not only doubt that I am battling with but the fear of losing him also seems to haunt me. I am completely tired of being the captain of my ship. For the past few years I've been trying to sail alone aimlessly in the dark, waiting for the sunset. He is my sunset.
Well, my instincts wouldn't let me realize it early enough. My self-created logical conclusion emanating from what I heard and read from the media literally blinded me.
All of a sudden, all the news about him on social media didn't really matter to me anymore. I don't even care if he's a playboy or not. Right now, all I want in my life is him.
Holding on to one of the throw pillows that are on the couch, intense tears of regret begin to soak my beautiful face. In no time they found their way down my chin. It is obvious that I miss him. I definitely miss his touch. I miss the way he looks at me. For a person like him, he totally makes me feel amazing and desirable. It was definitely not up to an hour after he left but then my world is already starting to feel terribly empty without him in it.
Chapter 2
I can't actually say when I slept but then all I know is that I woke up on the couch. Looking at the time, hurrying was the only option left for me if I didn't wish to arrive late for work. Actually, Frank really prefers me to the rest of the bartenders mainly due to the fact that I take the time factor seriously. Well, no one would prefer laziness to diligence.
Pausing for some minutes, a thought begins to cut through my inner mind and soul.
You really think you're diligent enough?
Apparently, the voices seemed to be so powerful that my limbs were weakening.
“What's wrong with me?” I say, trying to shake my head in the process. Deep inside I know I was only trying to flee from my conscience. But then, can one run away from one's self? Impossible, I guess.
The message is for me. It is loud and clear. Instead of serving drinks to personalities from different record labels, today I should be displaying my talent to them. Although I didn't say yes to Damen's mind-blowing offers, I am convinced vividly that I wasn't meant to be a star watcher for too long. I am a star, too. For now, I am just an undiscovered star that keeps ruining the chance of letting the world see how bright she can shine.
What is my excuse exactly? The lame answer happens to be the mere fact that I wasn't ready to pay the price of trust. Well, analyzing it critically, it isn't so cheap and easy.
“Oh my God, I'm losing it, please help me.” I begin to whisper this short prayer with all sincerity of heart.
Personally, I'm one hopeless Christian who really pays little to no attention to my religious standing. However, it seems like the situation is getting closer to driving me crazy. Yes, I need His help now. I know a supernatural force is somewhere there, so I had no choice but to reach out for help in my own way.
Realizing that I may not actually get a speedy answer, I heave a sigh of frustration. My lower lip had to suffer somehow. I bit on it fiercely as if it offended me in some way. That's the only manner I could free myself from the pains I felt within me.
“I need to call Damen,” I mutter, slightly too inaudible to my own hearing.
Somehow, I know he will grant any of my wishes. Only if I will be bold enough to say it out loud and not feel like a gold digger. But then, does being or not being a gold digger really matter at all? Admittedly, I wasn't there for his money. However, I still need him if I want to achieve my dream of becoming a star. Either way, I want to use him as a means to an end. Yes, to an extent, I wasn't any different from his ex-wife.
Like a genie, I know Damen wouldn't mind granting any of my wishes. Good enough, he never at any given time lacks answers or the right words in every situation. This is the right time my confused heart needs his soothing words of encouragement.
For a second, my thoughts wandered again from the opportunity to sing in my bar as to why Damen hasn't even called to check if I have changed my mind. What the heck?
Was he really serious about leaving me to be independent? I hate to imagine that this is the case. I can feel a rush of anger and bitterness swelling already in me. I never asked him for space, so I don't understand why he's avoiding me.
As if everything around me wanted to see me remain angry, my ringtone, “Jealous” by Labyrinth, started playing.
“Shut the fuck up!” I scream so loud before reaching out to answer the call.
I didn't expect to see 'Karen' on the screen. Letting out a loud sigh of disappointment, I sluggishly press the 'answer call' icon.
Karen is a fell
ow bartender at The Starwatcher. She is going to see me in less than an hour at the bar, so I don't understand why she's calling me. Maybe it's the anger that's making me react like this. Well, whatever it is, I'm absolutely certain of one thing—it can't be that bad.
“Hey babe,” Karen's voice echoed through the phone.
She sounded too excited speaking with me. Instantly, the pituitary hormone responsible for my curiosity level begins to stimulate various brain centers. This is why I don't like someone keeping me in suspense.
“Hello Karen, good morning. Since you're calling me this early morning I hope all is well?” I ask, trying so much not to sound too curious or bothered.
“Ah babe, I heard a rumor in the bar a few minutes ago that you’ll also be performing on the stage today, so I decided to confirm if it’s true.”
Pausing for a few seconds, I’m not entirely sure of what to give her as a response.
No one in the bar knew my dream of becoming a music star so I didn’t really know how to start explaining to her that I haven’t accepted the offer yet. Considering how much the thought of it made me restless at the moment, I could state categorically that my mind was not made up yet.
“Hello, hello Lacie! Hope you can hear me?” Karen asks, probably thinking maybe there is a break in the network.
“Karen, I can hear you,” I answer in a weak tone before continuing with an excuse. “Honestly, I don’t know what to say or how to answer this particular question, but we’ll discuss it when I arrive.”
Heaving a sigh of relief, deep inside I know I wouldn’t want to say anything concerning this particular subject matter but I’m just trying to dodge with a seemingly straightforward answer at the moment. Not like there’s any other answer aside from the one that I’ve already given.
“Alright babe, I’ll be waiting till you arrive then,” she responds at the other end happily before ending the call
I don’t know where the idea came from, but I was grateful it occurred in my mind. The Karen I know wouldn’t end the call without me assuring her of getting answers to her questions. In fact, it’s surprising to see her buy this particular lie so easily. Maybe I am wrong. Before I could drop the phone, her call came in again.
She will not just call me because of my stage performance at the bar, I guess. But then the Karen I know would do anything to get the first-class gossip or get to know the latest happenings in town. I try explaining to my sub-consciousness that I’m not saying she is a gossiper. But then, how well can you describe someone that loves gossip?
“Hello Karen, what’s it this time around?” I inquire, sounding a little bit unbothered.
“Shut up, you should be grateful I’m calling you,” she snaps back almost immediately before laughing out a little loud.
On a normal day I would curse her back, but I do not have the strength for her trouble.
“Frank says I should tell you that you’re off duty today so you can focus on your performance later in the evening.” She draws out every single word, trying to show how important they were before screaming, “See you on that stage, twinkle toes. I’ve always known that you’re a star. You better shine and blind us all tonight.”
Even after Karen ended the call, I leave my phone unconsciously on my ear. Her words are like darting flames. They continue reechoing in my head.
Now I have all day to myself but just thinking of that makes me feel more miserable. I really need Damen in my life. He alone knows how to calm my storm.
There’s virtually no reason dying in silence anymore just because of my enormous pride. Like a prodigal son—or, more like a prodigal daughter in my case—I pick my phone, scrolling through for Damen Price’s number.
I need to tell him a lot of things. Most importantly, I need to tell him that I’m now ready to pay the price as long as I have him in my life. At this point, the risks don’t mean much to me anymore. This charming demigod in the form of a man is worth every single risk.
Surprisingly, the more I try to think about something else, the more my thoughts keep finding its way back to him. I love him so much and that’s entirely undeniable. My heart virtually skips a beat at the mere thought of him. He has me in a corner, so all I can do is bask in the attention he gives me. It’s okay calling me selfish, but the truth is that I want him back. Any sane lady would desire this as well.
Shit! I can feel that sense of vulnerability creeping on my whole being as I drop the phone back on the couch while a drop of tears run down my beautiful face. My imagination is really not helping the situation.
Wait, imaginations don’t appear to be this real. I can see his beautiful blue eyes and perfectly framed muscular body. Yes! I can behold the very man that filled my thoughts since the previous night.
Like in those Disney movies where a princess’s love of her life appears immediately and she starts thinking about him, here is mine standing in front of me in his full glory. I can't actually pinpoint why I seem to feel the way I do. I should at least pour out my anger and act like I never missed him at all. Well, it's actually difficult doing all these with him staring directly into my eyes.
The muscles in my legs are not left out. They begin to contract and relax on their own. Damen indeed must be wielding so much charm that even I couldn't resist. Holding me back from him is really an impossible mission. I realize that I'm acting too desperate. Not only that, I even went further to move a few steps toward him. My ego somehow didn't come to my rescue this time around.
Chapter 3
“What are you doing here?” I asked him angrily, but the question only ended in my mind. He too refuses to say a word to me.
He is miserably eager for my body. It is too visible in his burning and soul ribbing gaze.
All of a sudden, he is moving closer. Close enough till there is little or no space between us. And then in a swift motion he holds me to himself, bringing his face nearer to mine. I can feel his warm breath on my face while he lowers his lips to meet mine. I don't want this to end. Grabbing him so tight as if my life depended on him at this very moment, we begin kissing passionately, allowing our hands to roll busily all over our bodies. I want him but I can tell he wants me more.
In no time his tongue slipped inside my mouth while intertwining with mine. I can feel waves of pleasure speed across every single facet of my body as he gently unstraps my nightgown which barely covered my big tits and succulent hips. Like the story of biblical Adam and Eve, here we are, both naked but not in shame.
Making conscious efforts to speak and at the same time considering the fact that it isn't a moment for a long talk, the only sound I am able to muffle is moans of pleasure that reverberated softly in my head. Sliding his left hand beneath my tit, he cuddles it firmly before lowering his right hand down to my vulva. I'm not wearing panties so he seems to have a free entrance with no restrictions of any kind. While still standing, he carefully shifts my legs slightly apart before attacking my throbbing clit. By now, I’m not just whispering anymore. The intensity of pleasure is overwhelming for me. From deep down my throat, my noise of ecstasy begins to echo seductively in the room.
At this point, I only wanted him to stop teasing me and go ahead to fuck the daylights out of me. I needed a sex session that could be a little similar to that of last night but not exactly. Yeah, he fucked and treated me like a queen. But this very moment, all I need is for him to fuck me like a bitch—fast and hard with his magnificent dick. I love the way my slippery wet tight pussy holds on to his huge cock. Yes, I want him to bang me with so much force till my orgasm dissolves all my confusion and emptiness.
As if he could read what was going through my mind, he gently pushes me down on the couch. Straight up, his mouth is all over my tits, licking and sucking on them sloppily. I enjoy the fact that he pays so much attention to my nipples, which are now standing fully hard and erect.
“What the fuck! I'm going crazy. Please fuck me.” I scream at him with the little strength that is left in me.
A
s if his intention is to tease and torment me; instead of going ahead to drill me with his hard dick, his index finger left my clit and slid across my vulva, penetrating deep inside my pussy hole. I let out a loud groan as his thumb replaces his index finger on my clit while he continues fingering me hard and fast.
With my head spinning, I dig my nails into his back, awaiting a soul shouldering orgasm, which I can feel gradually closing up on me.
Damen slowly bites my nipples, twists and sucks on them with so much passion while fingering me with his index and middle fingers. As my pussy walls begin to tighten around his invading fingers, he immediately withdraws them.
“Ah shit!” I screamed. “Put them back, asshole.” I can hear myself voicing out my desperation in an angry tone.
Instantly, he slides his eight-inch dick into my tight vagina, which was flowing earnestly with pussy juice, penetrating and stretching it completely.
The manner in which he thrusts inside of me automatically stops my audible moans. I am shaking and groaning but then I make no sound. All I am able to do is to bury my face in his chest while flicking my tongue around his nipple.
My action seems to activate another part of him I never knew existed. Well, I've read once or twice about the erotic effectiveness of sucking a guy's nipple. I decided to try it and the result exceeded my expectations. Damen is groaning like a horny dog as he takes a deep breath while hitting me continuously from behind. Yes, I want him to fuck me like the horny bitch I am. However, at the same time his strength is pushing me way over the edge. He is hitting me relentlessly despite my weak protests to stop him.
In actuality, I don't want him to stop even though I am protesting pitifully. The truth is that my physical body is exhausted from the excessive pleasure. On the other hand, my inner being only yearns for more. I can't help but admire his tight and well-endowed body. He is everything and even more when talking about the kind of qualities that trip me up in a man.