Sugar, We're Going Down: A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance (Love Me, I'm Famous Book 2)

by M. H. Soars

  “Saylor, are you alright?”

  “I’m just tired and hungry. I’m ready to go.”

  We hail a cab and decide to ask the taxi driver for suggestions on where to eat. We don’t want the typical touristic restaurant, but a hole in the wall, local favorite. He takes us to The Side Street Inn, a very popular spot with the local crowd indeed. There’s not a single table available in the restaurant. Oliver spots two seats at the end of the bar, and we make a beeline for them.

  He removes his sunglasses, but keeps the cap in place. It’s so easy to forget that he’s not a regular Joe, that his face is known across the globe. To me, he’s just the man who makes my heart skip a beat, the man who irritates me and beguiles me at the same time. So far, we’ve been lucky and no one has matched the unassuming tall guy next to me to the rockstar Oliver Best.

  At the bar, we do the obvious and order Mai Tais. The bartender hands us menus and with a quick glance, I already know making a choice will be impossible. Everything sounds delicious. I would describe the food offerings as Chinese based with American and Hawaiian influences and flavors. After asking the bartender what’s good, we order crispy pan fried pork chops, the guava glazed Pulehu short ribs, and their signature fried rice. It’s enough food to feed a table of six, but Oliver and I are starved—and I’m not one those girls who only eats salad when out on a date.

  A date? Where the hell did that thought come from? As if reading my mind, Oliver raises his glass and taps it against mine. “Cheers to our first official date.”

  I pick up my glass and drink a couple of sips of the potent cocktail. It’s better than coming up with a reply. Oliver watches me closely and when I still don’t say anything, he simply gives me a crooked smile. “Are you freaking out right now?”

  “Me? No.”

  “Liar.” He caresses my thigh with the tips of his fingers, his slow movements getting higher and higher until his hand disappears beneath my skirt.

  His unwavering stare holds a dare. If he thinks I’m going to ask him to stop, he doesn’t know me that well. I lean in closer and kiss him, not caring about our inappropriate PDA. I only stop when I feel someone is watching us. I pull away and see a young girl staring wide eyed at Oliver.

  “Excuse me, are you Oliver Best?” she asks in a small voice.

  “Who?” Oliver replies and I frown at him.

  The girl stammers and her face becomes a deep shade of red. “Uh, singer in Boys Future. You look just like him.”

  “I do?” The upturn of Oliver’s lips tells me he’s teasing the poor girl.

  “Yeah, like carbon copy. You even have the same accent.”

  Oliver turns to me. “Did you hear that, honey? I’m some famous dude’s doppelganger.”

  I roll my eyes and address the girl. “He’s messing with you. It’s him.”

  “Really?” she squeaks. “Oh my God, I’m like your biggest fan. Would you mind taking a selfie with me? My friends back home will flip.”

  “Sure. Only if you promise not to tell anyone that I’m here. I’m trying to stay incognito.”

  “Yeah, I won’t tell a soul.”

  I shake my head because with the fuss the girl is making, everyone will know that there’s someone famous in the house. She takes a bunch of pictures with Oliver and before she goes back to her table, she asks me if I’m Oliver’s girlfriend. I choke on my drink.

  “Yes, she’s my girl,” Oliver replies for me.

  “You’re so lucky,” Oliver’s biggest fan says before walking away. I regret outing Oliver to her.

  “Did you hear that? You are one lucky woman.”

  “Yes, I’ll take the word of a thirteen-year-old.”

  “What? You don’t believe her?” He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “Wait until I get you back in that hotel room.”

  And just like that, my body is on fire and I don’t think it’s the Mai Tai.

  Twenty-Five

  SAYLOR

  Spending the entire day with Oliver in Honolulu yesterday was fun, exciting, and carefree. But with the dawn of the new day, I must face the reality that my life is not a fairy tale. Oliver keeps acting like we are a couple in love and his peculiar behavior is making a mess in my head. I wish I could be like him, ignore my problems for a week, but as we drive from the airport to the 5-star resort in Kauai beach, not even the beauty of the island can ease the heavy weight crushing my chest.

  I have to add another lie to the mountain of ever growing secrets I’m keeping from Liv. I can’t tell her the reason Mandy didn’t come with me. No one knows the truth about the attack. Mandy was that monster’s first victim and I came in just in time to prevent the worst. But for all intents and purposes, Mandy was never there. What I did was a crime, I tampered with evidence. So Liv can’t ever know.

  I check in and get my own room, despite Oliver’s insistence that it will be a waste. I did agree to one week with him, but to share a room, that would be too much intimacy that I’m not ready for. Plus, I need a safe haven, a place I can escape everything and everyone if I experience a side effect of my condition.

  I tell Oliver that I’ll look for Liv and we make plans to meet later. He catches me by surprise when he flips his cap backward, pulls me into his arms, and drops me for a movie worthy kiss in the middle of the busy hotel lobby. Once he’s done with the show, my legs feel like jelly and there’s a buzzing in my ears. He walks away, leaving me in a daze. When I’m finally able to get my legs to cooperate, I notice Oliver’s enthusiastic display of affection has drawn too much attention and in the crowd, I hear his name being whispered. I also see some phones pointed in my direction as I walk toward the elevators. It’s too late to regret my decision now. Having any type of relationship with Oliver comes with its consequences. At least, that is a secret I no longer have to keep from Liv.

  I dump by bags in my room before going after her. After a quick text, she lets me know that she’s by the pool with Emma and Kennedy, who arrived at the resort a couple of days ago.

  I see my friends lounging under a shade, each of them with a fruity cocktail in hand. It’s not even ten in the morning yet.

  “Isn’t it too early for cocktails?” I dump my beach bag on the empty sun lounger next to Emma.

  “Saylor! You’re finally here,” Kennedy says and then she peers over my shoulder. “Where’s Mandy?”

  “She couldn’t come. She got a nasty stomach flu.” I stare at the pool as the lie rolls off of my tongue.

  “Oh, no. That’s too bad.”

  “Maybe we can change her ticket if she gets better in time for the wedding. I’m sure Bas wouldn’t mind,” Liv says, making my guilt double.

  I give her a tight smile before I reply. “I’m sure he wouldn’t, but Mandy feels bad enough that she couldn’t come. She wouldn’t want Bas to spend more money on her.”

  “That truly sucks, but at least you made it.” Emma pushes her sunglasses off of her face. “And now, you have some explaining to do.”

  “Explaining? I don’t follow.”

  “You were banging Oliver and you didn’t tell us. I’m super offended.” Emma pouts.

  I turn to Liv. “You’ve told them?”

  “No, I didn’t. I’m not a gossiper. But if you didn’t want them to know, maybe you should have been more discreet.”

  I glance at all my friends, feeling completely lost. “Am I missing something?”

  “Good grief, Saylor. Your adventures with Oliver in Honolulu have been documented and published online. You are his mysterious girlfriend. Millions of girls in the world are crying right now.” Kennedy smirks.

  “Oh, fuck. Are you serious?”

  Liv shakes her head. “Welcome to my world. But I’m confused, I thought you guys were done.”

  I hang my head in shame. I did say that and now I feel kind of foolish. “Oh well, I changed my mind. Oliver can be very persuasive.”

  “Oh my God. I want to know everything. Is he as good in the sack as he appears to be?” Emma wigg
les her eyebrows up and down.

  “I’m not kissing and telling.” I cross my arms in front of my chest. I never had a problem talking about my sexcapades, but this time, I want to keep the deets of Oliver’s prowess in bed to myself.

  “That’s new.” Kennedy snorts.

  “Leave Saylor alone, guys,” Liv interrupts and I’m glad for the rescue.

  But I need to change the subject quickly because Emma doesn’t look like she wants to let it drop.

  I turn to Liv. “So, are you nervous?”

  “No. Not yet, anyway.”

  “Ugh, I’m never getting married.” Emma takes a sip of her drink.

  “What? Since when do you not want to get married?” Kennedy asks.

  “Since I’ve witnessed my father’s several failed marriages. It’s a fucking pain in the ass, no offense, Liv. Dad is already divorcing his brand new wife. That one didn’t even last a year.”

  “I want to get married one day.”

  “Of course you do, Ken. You’re such a romantic.” Emma pats Kennedy’s head like she’s a little kid.

  I shake mine. “I think I’ll pass on the whole marriage thing too.”

  “Oh my God. You guys are the worst bridesmaids ever!” Kimmy says from behind us.

  “Honorary bridezilla has arrived,” Emma says under her breath, making me giggle. Kimmy probably didn’t hear her, because she doesn’t bite Emma’s head off.

  She takes the last empty seat next to us and pulls out a thick folder from her bag.

  “Now, there are a lot of last minute details we must discuss.”

  “Oh, great. The fun is over,” Emma says.

  “Who put you in charge of wedding preparations? Isn’t Liv the wedding planner?” I ask and earn a glare from Kimmy in response.

  “A bride cannot do everything herself. The extra work should be the responsibility of the maid of honor, but since you’ve been slacking, I had no choice but to take charge.”

  “I have not been slacking.”

  “Really? So what’s the plan for the bachelorette party? And what about the special show Liv wants to put together for the reception?”

  I open my mouth but nothing comes out of it. With everything going on in my life, I forgot about all that. I guess I have been slacking.

  “What? No answer? I didn’t think so. Don’t worry, Saylor. I’ve got everything covered.”

  I feel like shit now, so what do I do? I flag a waiter and order myself a Mai Tai. There are some things that can be fixed with alcohol.

  Kimmy only allows us another thirty minutes by the pool before she drags us to a small ballroom she reserved for us. Since everyone had been drinking beforehand, progress is made too slowly by Kimmy’s standards and after two hours, she is ready to kill everyone, including Liv.

  “This was a disappointment,” Kimmy declares. “I’m glad I had the foresight to book this room up until the wedding.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t sign up for this,” Emma says.

  “Try to stay sober for tomorrow’s session and maybe we won’t need to practice every day.”

  “Fine. Are we allowed to have fun now?”

  Kimmy rolls her eyes. “Yes, Emma. You are free to go.”

  After Kimmy leaves, we head back to the pool and the Mai Tais keep flowing.

  I wake up much later in my hotel room and with a quick glance at the clock, I realize I missed dinner. I had made plans with the girls to grab a bite to eat, but it turns out Mai Tais and direct sun on my head is not a good combination. I feel nauseated and a killer migraine is making my vision blurry.

  The loud knock on the door feels like nails are being jammed into my brain. I hide my head under the pillow, trying to muffle the noise, but Oliver’s voice has me out of the bed and opening the door by some miracle.

  “What happened to you? You’ve missed dinner and you didn’t pi—“

  I feel myself falling forward and then, pitch black.

  Twenty-Six

  OLIVER

  Saylor falls into my arms out of the blue and cuts off my train of thought. I pick her up and place her on the bed gently while trying to control my panic. Thank fuck she opens her eyes a moment later.

  “What happened?”

  “You fainted. Does it happen a lot?”

  She closes her eyes and moans. “Only when I get migraines.”

  “Sugar. That’s not normal. Have you seen a doctor?” I didn’t ask the first time she passed out in front of me because I didn’t think it was my place back then. Things have changed now.

  “What are you? My mother?”

  Evasion. I use that tactic a lot when I’m trying to hide something. I brush her hair off of her face and notice the paleness of her skin. “Where do you keep your pain killers?”

  “In my purse.”

  I give her a couple with a glass of water. She only raises her head to take a few sips before hitting the pillow again and closing her eyes.

  I had plans for her tonight, but seeing Saylor in this fragile state erases any lustful thoughts from my mind. I get up with the intention of taking a seat on the couch, but Saylor stops me in my tracks.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Nowhere. I’m just giving you some space.”

  “Don’t. Would you lay next to me, please?”

  She doesn’t need to ask twice. I take my shoes and my jeans off before slipping under the covers. She reaches back and grabs my hand, bringing my body flush against hers. I’ve never spooned before, but I have the feeling there will be many firsts with Saylor.

  I don’t fall asleep right away, but when I wake up, Saylor is no longer next to me. There’s a delicious warm suction happening down below and pushing the sheets aside, I see Saylor’s blonde head going up and down my shaft. Her tongue is hot and skilled, she knows exactly when to apply pressure with her hands, when to suck with her lips.

  “Oh fuck.” I close my eyes as my balls get tight. I don’t want to come right now. I tangle my fingers with her hair and stop her movements. “This feels too good. I don’t think I can last.”

  “Then don’t.”

  She resumes her magic and I don’t have any fight in me to stop her. When the orgasm hits, she swallows every drop of my release. Paradise, this is paradise indeed and I’m in bed with the sexiest creature on Earth.

  Saylor leaves a trail of kisses as she travels up my body until her face is leveled with mine.

  “Good morning.”

  A slow, lazy smile unfurls on my lips. “Good morning.”

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Like a baby. How is that migraine of yours?”

  “Almost gone.”

  I frown. “Almost? Sugar, if you don’t feel well, you shouldn’t have—“

  “Shh…” She puts her finger over my lips. “I know a way you can help me feel one hundred percent better.” She grinds her pelvis against mine, making me very aware of her hot, wet pussy. My dick gets hard again.

  I grab her ass and flip us around. She lets out the sexiest yelp and I want to bottle up the sound. With my fingers, I tease her clit, making her gasp. “I love how wet you get for me.”

  I insert two fingers inside of her, and keep applying pressure on her clit with my thumb. “Does that make you feel better?”

  “A little bit. I want more.”

  “Greedy, aren’t you? I want you to tell me exactly what you want.”

  Saylor locks her feverish gaze with mine and I increase the tempo of my hand.

  “I want your cock inside, filling me, claiming me.”

  “A girl after my own heart.” I crush my lips with hers as I replace my fingers with my shaft. I don’t want to sound like a romantic hero, but being inside of Saylor feels like coming home.

  I want to take it easy, make the moment last, but Saylor has other ideas. She wraps her legs behind my ass and urges me to go faster. There’s no going slow when she’s demanding like that, when she’s making these delicious sexy sounds with the back o
f her throat.

  Her pussy squeezes my dick tight when she comes and I follow her soon after. I hide my face in the hollow of her neck as I try to milk the last vestiges of pleasure. My breathing is out of control, just like hers. I think I stay in that position for a good ten minutes before Saylor giggles softly.

  I push back and look down at her. “What’s so funny?”

  “I’m just thinking about the first time we met.”

  “Oh, yeah? You were very mean to me back then.”

  “Well, you can’t blame me. You asked for a blow job before you even said hello.”

  “I claim lust induced insanity. Your little number on that stage got me so worked up, I couldn’t see straight, let alone think straight.” I caress her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. “I’m sorry I was a dick.”

  “Am I what you expected me to be?”

  Her question catches me off guard. It’s not only the meaning of her words, but the vulnerable glint in her eyes that makes something click inside my chest, as if a dislodged piece of myself has fallen back into place.

  “Sugar, you are more than I ever dreamed you would be. You are worth every agonizing moment when I thought I didn’t stand a chance.”

  There’s a clear hitch in her breathing, and I catch fear in her gaze. I want to tell her she doesn’t need to be afraid of this, of us. I want to tell her that I know about her past and it doesn’t scare me. If anyone can empathize with her, that person is me. But the words get lodged in my throat because there’s one thing I’m afraid of, that she will bail before my week is up. I need this time to prove to her, and maybe even to myself, that I can make what we have work.

  “I’m sorry about Battle of the Bands too,” I say.

  “You’ve already apologized for that. Let’s not dwell in the past any longer, okay?”

  “I like that idea. So, what do you want to do today?”

  “Ugh. I have to meet Kimmy in an hour for some wedding stuff.”

  “Oh yeah? What are you girls planning?”

  “I’m not telling you. It’s top secret.”