STARBURST #1

by Woodruff, Jettie

  “How can you miss me? You left this morning.”

  “I know… it’s probably the alcohol. I will let you go play ball,” she told him, trying to convince herself that she should stop with all of this, and move on and forget all about Kevin Montgomery.

  “Can I call you when I get home?”

  “Yes,” she replied, feeling sad all of a sudden once again.

  *****

  Peyton went to bed around ten and flipped on her laptop. She did an internet search on Alley and didn’t find anything new. Speculations of her tattoo were still a big topic, her relationship with her bodyguard, and she read an article from a tabloid site that talked about her casual fashion and how awkward she seemed to be in dresses and heels. That one was not a lie, she thought. Alley did hate to dress up, and she had been that way ever since she was a little girl.

  Kevin finally called at a quarter to eleven. “Are you still up?” he asked.

  “Kind of, I am in bed, but not sleeping yet. I didn’t think you were going to call.”

  “We ended up going out and drinking a couple of beers. Are you sober now?”

  “Yes, but I have a headache.”

  “That is why I stick to the beer. People there probably drink wine, I presume.”

  “You presume wrong. I normally do drink beer, but I didn’t have any.”

  “I have a proposition for you Peyton,” Kevin said, getting serious.

  “A proposition?”

  “Sort of, I guess you can call it that.”

  “Yes?”

  “I don’t think we should talk for a couple of weeks. You have got my head so screwed up right now, and I need to not hear your voice. Let’s go a couple of weeks without talking, and if you still want me to come out there after that or I still want to come, I will take a weeks’ vacation and fly out.”

  “You don’t want to talk to me?”

  “No, don’t say it like that. I do want to talk to you, but I want to talk to you every day. I want you to fall asleep in my bed and wake up in my arms. I just know, and so do you, that is never going to happen.”

  “We can still be friends Kevin.”

  “Do you really believe that Peyton?”

  Peyton got quiet. She knew she didn’t believe that at all. “No, I guess I don’t,” she told him honestly. “Okay, we won’t talk,” she agreed reluctantly.

  The first few days were the hardest for both of them. Peyton thought about calling him a couple of times when she thought about something that she wanted to tell him. Kevin did the same and he actually had her number pulled up one night as he lay in bed, thinking about her, but tossed his phone to the nightstand, frustrated instead.

  Trevas and Alley arrived back home, and she was never so happy to see them. She hadn’t talked to Kevin in exactly seven days and counting. She only had two days with Trevas and Alley and she was off to, Madrid Spain where her movie was rolling out first, and then she was back to being in her too big home for one person.

  She went through her phone trying to find a friend available to do something with her. After calling five of her supposedly friends, she realized that Kay was unquestionably her only true friend, and everyone that she talked to was either busy or out of town. She did call and talk to Kay for a long time, and neither of them mentioned Kevin, and as bad as she wanted to ask about him, she didn’t.

  On Monday, she was never so happy to hear from her agent who wanted her to fly to New York the following weekend for a photo shoot. She happily agreed, and even asked Paula if she wanted to tag along, wanting the company. Paula of course couldn’t go, and told her that she was just too busy to get away right now.

  Trevas and Alley arrived back home before the weekend, and she flew out the same day. She was happy to be getting away, even though she had only been home not even two weeks yet from Kay’s. This was what she needed to do, and she was going to tell Paula to fill her schedule. She needed to stay busy and occupy her mind.

  She had escorts waiting for her when she arrived at the JFK airport, who escorted her to an awaiting limousine. She smiled and even waved at the fans, who had noticed her and even waved to the paparazzi who hung around just in case somebody famous happen to be flying in or got the tip that there was indeed somebody worth shooting, arriving.

  She was driven to her extravagant hotel, and the driver asked her if she would like a car for dinner. When she declined he informed her that there would be a car waiting for her at nine the following morning.

  Peyton got settled into her room and then went down to the restaurant for supper. She sat by herself until one of the friends that she had called a couple of nights earlier saw her, and invited her to their table. Peyton would have been ecstatic had Tanya been any other friend other than her convenient sex partner’s new flame.

  James said hi to her and asked, how she had been, and she did enjoy the company as they all three ate together. They were there for a photo shoot as well, and had already finished and would be flying back to LA, the following morning. They had drinks at the bar, and Peyton was back in her room alone by ten at night.

  Theoretically it had been two weeks since she had talked to Kevin and thought long and hard about calling him as she lay in her hotel bed and thought about him. She was supposed to be staying busy and forgetting about him; however going to New York didn’t seem to be working any better than it had in LA. She let herself think about the one thing she told herself that she wouldn’t think about, and had done a very good job putting it out of her mind when it would creep up.

  Could she walk away from this? Could she see herself living in Utah being a normal peasant? Could she handle not being in the spotlight? She hadn’t signed a contract yet and was free to walk away. Why was she even thinking like this? She had always wanted to be the center of attention, and unlike Alley she loved it, and had spent the last almost twenty years of her life working hard to get where she was. Maybe she was just having midlife crises and was feeling the need to not grow old alone. Maybe she did need someone but was it Kevin?

  Peyton grabbed her phone and dialed his number before she could change her mind.

  “Hello,” he answered.

  “Hi,” she replied, not really knowing what to say.

  “How are you?” he asked, not knowing what to say any more than she did.

  “Come to LA,” she spat out, surprising herself.

  “I was hoping you were calling for that,” he admitted.

  “You were?”

  “Yes, I was but, I am just not sure I understand why you want me to come or why I want to come. The facts are still the facts.”

  “Screw the facts, Kevin. Fly to La and spend the week with me.”

  “It’s kind of late to put in for vacation now,” he told her.

  “Your boss is the plant manager. Do you want me to call her?”

  Kevin laughed. “No, I am sure it won’t be a problem. When did you want me to come?”

  “I am checking flights now,” she admitted, and he laughed again.

  “That soon uh?”

  “Yes, how about Friday? I get back around two in the afternoon, and you could get a flight coming in around three. I could just wait there for you.”

  “Where are you?” he wanted to know.

  “I am in New York for a photo shoot.”

  Peyton and Kevin talked on the phone until two in the morning. She knew she should sleep and wondered how they could possibly have so much to talk about. She also knew that her makeup artist was going to be pissed when she saw the bags under her eyes from no sleep.

  “I have to sleep Kevin; I have a photo shoot in the morning that is going to turn out horrible from the dark circles under my eyes.”

  “I love your eyes, but I will let you sleep, and I still love you Peyton.”

  Peyton closed her eyes with her thumb and for finger and took a deep breath. “Goodnight Kevin.”

  Peyton could hardly contain herself on the plane back to LAX. She had already arranged for a drive
r and had two body men on hand, knowing that the LAX airport was the worse one that she ever flew into.

  She retrieved her bags and the driver took them to the waiting Limo that she had prearranged. She didn’t really need a Limo, and wasn’t trying to impress Kevin with it at all. She just knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of him, and wanted the dark glass and privacy for the ride home.

  She stood behind a pillar with the two body men standing in front of her as she waited for Kevin at his terminal. She peaked out every so often and groaned at the people gathering, and airport security kept them from coming to close to her.

  Her heart stopped beating when she watched as his plane started departing and she waited to see him. He waved at her from the long corridor as he waited for his bag. She smiled a big smile when she saw him, and it was all she could do not to run up to him and throw herself around him.

  “Stay right behind her” one of the body men told him and, they each took their place on either side of them.

  Kevin did as he was told and thought that it was crazy as they neared the crazy paparazzi and the fans. People were screaming her name and asking her questions. She ignored them and kept her head down as the two security men held their arms out in a protecting manner. Kevin watched astonished, and when they finally got to the sidewalk the cameras clicking, the flashing of the lights and the people that hurried to get a glimpse of her was just as crazy.

  The back door of the Limo was opened, and they were finally safe inside away from the crowd and the noise. The driver put his bag in the trunk and then pulled out into the traffic.

  “Wow!” was all Kevin could say.

  Peyton sat across from him facing him in the back of the Limo. She was wearing a very expensive creamed colored pant suit with a black silk shirt underneath the jacket, and black stilettos with at least three inch heels.

  “I told you, I had a silly life here,” she replied with a smile.

  “Will you be going to your residence, Ms. Paxton?” The driver asked, through the opened glass.

  “Yes, please,” she answered, and pushed the button for the window to go up and allow the privacy that she wanted.

  “I would say silly is an understatement,” Kevin told her.

  She didn’t reply and moved from her seat to his lap with one leg on each side of him. His hands went straight to her sides, and his lips moved to hers. They kissed, and both moaned at the same time

  “Hello,” Peyton said to his lips.

  “Hey,” he smiled up at her. “Are you trying to impress me?”

  “Why do you ask?” she asked, already knowing that he was talking about the Limo.

  “You look damn hot, and I haven’t been in a Limo since my senior prom.”

  “The outfit was to impress you. I just bought it in New York, but the limousine was only because I knew I wouldn’t keep my hands off of you all the way to my house.”

  “He can’t see us?”

  “Nope,”

  “Can he hear us?”

  “Nope,”

  Kevin shifted and spun around, laying Peyton on the seat and him between her legs. He kissed her and ran his hands over her nipple and down her satin shirt.

  Peyton stopped him when she felt him trying to figure out the snap on her designer pants.

  “We are only about twenty minutes away,” she said, holding his hand to stop him.

  “That’s long enough,” he replied, and slid his hands inside her pants and panties. She moaned and tilted her head at his touch, exposing her throat for his lips.

  Peyton lifted her hips and slipped out of her pants and unbuttoned his.

  “What are you doing? I was just going to take care of you for now,” he asked, shocked. He wasn’t going to have sex with her in the car. He was only planning to drive her crazy until they were at her house.

  “Not like that you’re not,” she demanded, and took him in her hand and then parted her legs more for him, and he moved in. Damn he feels good.

  Kevin thrust in and out of her, probably with more power than he should have with the driver just inches from them. He ran his hand up her shirt and to the side of her lace bra, where his fingers found her nipple, and she moaned. She was ready and was trying her best to hold out and wait for him, but he was lasting longer than she had anticipated, and then stopped abruptly when the car stopped.

  Peyton looked up to see that the driver was putting the code in at the gate.

  “Shit Kevin, we’re here.”

  “Was that twenty minutes?” he asked, not losing momentum and he knew the driver had to know what was going on.

  “I think so,” she laughed.

  Peyton hit the button on the intercom. “Could you give us a couple of minutes? You can go ahead and get our bags and take them if you want.”

  “Yes ma’am,” he replied.

  Kevin moved his thumb down and circled her wet swollen nub, and continued to move rapidly in and out of her until she was screaming out in pleasure and he escaped with her.

  “God I missed you,” he said, panting like an overheated dog.

  She laughed, and he moved off of her and put himself away as she pulled on her pants.

  She got out, straitening her shirt and suit jacket and thanked the driver.

  “I hope that car is sound proof,” Kevin stated.

  “Why, were you too loud?” she teased.

  “I don’t think it’s me, we have to worry about.”

  “Shit,” Peyton said, seeing Trevas sitting on the concrete steps with the biggest smirk ever.

  “That is the biggest case of walk of shame I have ever seen,” he tormented.

  “Shut the hell up. What are you doing here; I thought you guys had some place to be this weekend.”

  “Nope, we just got back,” Trevas replied, still wearing the smirk.

  Kevin stuck his hand out to shake it. “Dude, I am not touching your hand right now,” he said and laughed, and then got a slap up side of his head by Peyton.

  “What?” he exclaimed. “I am not the one that couldn’t make it from the airport to the house.”

  “Trevas!” Peyton warned.

  “Okay, okay, I quit,” he said still trying to contain his laugh.

  “Where is Alley?” she asked as they walked in, and Trevas carried her bag.

  “Throwing a tantrum,” he replied.

  “Now what?”

  “Her dad just told her that the producers were throwing some party tomorrow night and demanded that she be there.”

  “Great, now we have to deal with her all night.”

  “It might be better if Alley and I just go to my apartment anyway,” he said still smirking.

  “I am warning you,” threatened, and she was saved by Alley screaming for him to come upstairs.

  “Damn Peyton, this place is like a castle.” Kevin exclaimed, looking around.

  “Do you want a tour?”

  “Yeah,” he answered in awe of the place.

  “Grab your bag. We will start in my room.”

  She opened her bedroom door, and his room could have fit into hers three times. Her king size bed was done in black and gold and was very elegant with a black satin comforter with silver trim. She had two black leather chairs that sat side by side with a table separating them, and a book opened face down on one. The master bath was bigger than his bedroom, and he couldn’t wait to get into her black marble shower. It had not one but six shower heads that would hit every part of your body. The tub was big enough for four people and was also a jet tub.

  She showed him her favorite room in the house next, her library, and then they walked out to the patio to the pool and he was again impressed. She showed him the rest of the house and made sure to knock on Alley’s door before opening it.

  “What do you think of this mom?” Alley asked, opening the door. Trevas was stretched across the bed and was called up to get his opinion on the new outfit that her stylist had picked out for her to wear for an upcoming interview.


  “I actually love that Alley,” she replied, “turn around,” she added, and Alley did. She was wearing black pants that were leather in the butt and all the way down in the back legs and just a little at the top. The front of the legs were a white, satin material, and she had a white, satin tank-top with a black flower print and high heel leather boots with silver buckles.

  “I think it’s hot as hell,” Trevas said, and Alley smiled at him.

  “What are you guys doing tonight?” Peyton asked Alley, not wanting to discuss her hot daughter.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “Do you guys want to do something or would you rather be alone?”

  “No, you guys can stay, lets cookout by the pool,” Peyton suggested.

  “I want hotdogs,” Alley stated.

  “If you want hotdogs, someone needs to go to the store, and beings that neither of you can step off of this property without a stampede, than, it looks like Kevin and me are going,” Trevas announced.

  “I’ll ride with you.” Kevin accepted, anxious to see what all the hype about Los Angles was.

  “Get some beer,” Peyton requested. “I’m going to make some homemade chili for the hotdogs,” she added, and Kevin followed her out.

  Alley sat at the bar and watched her mom make up hamburger patties, chili and macaroni salad.

  “I can’t believe you had Kevin fly here mom. You really like him don’t you?”

  Peyton smiled as she stirred the sauce in the pan. “I do Alley, more than I care to acknowledge.”

  “Are you guys, like in a relationship or something”

  “I really don’t know what the hell we are doing, that’s the hell of it. I don’t know how we fit together or if we even do.”

  “Have you talked about it?” she pried.

  “Yeah and we both know that we may as well be from different planets. I am not willing to give up my life here, and he would never give up his there.”

  “I am, as soon as all of this is done.”