If You Come Back

by Alexis Leia

  “Because I believed I could transform my personal hell into my own heaven, and I did”, she almost yelled, on the brink of telling him everything.

  “I have to get going”, she abruptly said and quickly put on her jacket, throwing some fifty-dollar bills on the table as she stood up.

  “What are you doing?” he sharply asked her as he nodded to the money on the table.

  “You paid twenty thousand dollars for me. I think I can manage a hundred-dollar dinner”, she said, steeling herself against the force of nature that was Chris.

  Before he had the chance to stop her, she stormed through the restaurant, curious gazes following her every move. She plastered a fake smile on her face, waving to people she knew, and then went out in a quick pace. She shivered, despite thaving her jacket on and the evening being moderately warm. A strong hand gripped her shoulder and turned her around when she reached her car.

  “What the fuck do you want, Chris?! Why did you return?! I don’t need you to act like my big brother anymore, and I’m not your little sister! I never was, despite how you saw me in the past!” she completely lost her temper and pushed him away with all the strength she possessed.

  She managed to move him a few steps back and returned to opening her car door, which Chris closed with a bang.

  “You think I see you as my sister?” he growled the words behind her, forcing her to turn around and gasp at his expression.

  His face was so intense, almost primal in its seriousness. But his lowered lids and dark gaze showed rage and something else... something dangerously close to arousal. Her pussy clenched and heat ran through her veins as she took in his slowly approaching form.

  He then suddenly pressed her against her car, trapping her with his strong body. Both of his arms were leaned against the vehicle, creating a cage she was unable to escape from. He pressed himself against her with his entire body and she felt... she felt his thick erection pressing against her stomach, stealing her breath away. His face was incredibly close to hers, his lips a mere inch away from hers. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

  “I never saw you as a sister. I always wanted you, even though you were too young for me. I want you now, beneath me, writhing, scratching my back and screaming my name as I bury myself inside you. Am. I. Clear?” he said, not giving her a chance to respond before he crashed his lips with hers.

  Even if she had something to say, she would be unable to, because his kiss was like a tornado – invasive, powerful, and all-consuming. His lips were hard but soft at the same time, and his tongue danced around her lips, demanding entrance. She resisted for a while out of protest, but her mind wasn’t controlling her body anymore. Her body was controlling her, and Chris was in charge of it.

  She opened herself, letting him in, and at the same time wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair and pulling him closer. She moaned as their tongues explored one another, his hands placed on her ass, squeezing and pulling her closer. He rubbed his front against hers, forcing her to feel the rigid length of him, making her own desire pool between her legs.

  If she wasn’t wearing a thong, the proof of her arousal would already be dripping down her legs. He groaned as he lifted her one leg and wrapped it around his waist, making her dress rise up. The move also made his cock touch her hot, wet pussy.

  She gasped and let her head fall back, breaking the kiss for a much-needed gulp of air. Chris kept on kissing and sucking her neck, making her need so powerful, she knew she’d never felt it before, not in that intensity. She was mere seconds away from an orgasm, and he didn’t even touch her down there! The bubble of her desire slowly burst when she heard laughter in the distance and saw two people approaching. They couldn’t see her and Chris, but soon they would.

  “Chris...” she said to warn him, but his thumb found her nipple over her dress and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud.

  “Fuck yeah, baby. Say my name”, he panted.

  “No, we must stop. People are coming”, she warned weakly, throwing glances over her shoulder to see the pair coming on the desolated parking lot.

  Chris stopped and looked around, his eyes clouded with desire. He gave her another quick kiss before stepping away. She straightened, finger-combed her hair, and gave up when she could do nothing about it. While fixing her dress, she did everything but look at Chris.

  Now, when her mind was a little clearer, she was feeling utterly and incredibly confused. Her entire perception changed in one second; what she thought of Chris all this time changed. So did her current perception of him. She wanted him, and she was never the one to fool and delude herself. She wanted his touch and every dirty thing he said he wanted to do. But at the moment, she simply needed to think. To rebuild the wall around herself and figure out how she was going to keep it intact, to shield her emotions and still get Chris to her bed.

  “You’re thinking too much, I can see it”, he said, always reading her too well.

  “I’m trying to think, asshole. I’m too horny for coherent thoughts”, she snapped, fully honest.

  “If you don’t want me to lift you up on that hood and fuck you senseless on the spot, not caring who could see, then don’t say such things right now”, he said, his eyes hungrily roaming all over her body.

  Knowing Chris, he probably only stopped because of her, to keep her reputation intact, because he couldn’t give less shit about people’s opinion. She kept quiet as they stared at each other. He reached inside his pocket and shoved the fifty-dollar bills in her hand, not giving her a chance to protest.

  “I’d have payed twenty times more for you on the auction, remember that”, he said and opened her car door for her. She gave up with an eye roll, earning a pained chuckle from him. She sat down behind the wheel and looked up at him. He bent down until their noses touched and spoke in a gentle voice.

  “We’ll finish what we started. Don’t run away from me again, Red. Please”, he said and closed the door, his plea more effective than the threat.

  She drove off, glancing at her rearview mirror at him still standing on the parking lot, following her with his eyes. Yes, she wanted him, and yes, she was excited that he wanted her as well. And of course, they were going to finish what they started – she felt powerless to do anything against it. But at what cost, she wondered with a hand pressed against her chest, where her restless heart still beat too fast.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Chris was still sprawled on his hotel bed after waking up from a very wet dream about Selene. Jesus Christ, last night was... He finally touched her the way he wanted, although not completely. He didn’t sink inside her wet, hot pussy; he didn’t fuck her into oblivion like he wanted; but most of all, he didn’t show her exactly how much he wanted her. But he would, he felt it in his bones.

  The way she melted in his arms, pulled on his hair and moaned against his lips as he kissed her like a savage, all the while touching her hot, tight body and those lush curves... well, shit, if he didn’t already have a hard-on from hell, he would’ve gotten it only by reminiscing about last night.

  He still couldn’t believe she thought he saw her like a sister, especially now. Was she blind? Didn’t she see how he watched her, how his body reacted while she was around? She obviously didn’t, since she was so surprised when he admitted it. But honestly, his desire for her could have been seen from space.

  Although, he partially could understand why she believed that; he had never acted on his desire, never touched her the way he wanted, simply because she had been too young back then. He had looked and he had noticed how beautiful of a girl she was becoming, but still, he had do hand it to himself, at least that one thing – as hormonal and as ruthless as he was, he still hadn’t acted on his primal desires, her age being the biggest constraint, as it should’ve been. And he was honest when he told Jackson it wasn’t like that in the beginning. But it sure fucking became like that now.

  Now... Selene was all grown up, and Chr
is didn’t have to hold back anymore. She could always handle his intensity without a flinch, and she proved it again last night when she didn’t back away from him, from the challenge, and when she admitted she was aroused beyond words. That was a very hot moment, and if there hadn’t been people around, he would’ve fucked her right there and then. He stopped because of her, though. She was the new mayor, and she didn’t need a sex scandal marring her career. Besides, he was pretty sure she would’ve stopped him anyways, which was a great sign of both of their self-controls.

  That, however, didn’t mean he was going to give up on her. He still fully intended on spending a night with her, although he suspected one night wouldn’t be enough, not when it came to her. He knew he really had to get up and take a shower, since he was supposed to attend a meeting in Denver, but he felt like doing something about his hard-on first. The blue balls Selene caused were a major problem, and he knew he would be able to think clearer once he let out some steam.

  So he started fantasizing; he closed his eyes and imagined her gorgeous breasts in his hands. He imagined the taste of her puckered nipples, the way she would writhe underneath him when he sucked on those full globes, the way she would rub her wet pussy against his painfully hard cock. A gasp escaped his lips as he started pumping his thick length, imagining it was her hand, her mouth, her gorgeous lips. He wanted to feel the heat of her mouth around his hardness, followed by a squeeze of her pussy once he entered her. “Fuck”, he whispered and sped up the pace, squeezing and pumping his cock even harder. It took him mere minutes to come, with the image of Selene’s face in ecstasy of a glorious orgasm he would give her when, not if, she gave him a chance.

  ***

  It was an hour-long drive from Mountainview to Denver, and he hoped it would be worth it. A huge pop star, Jamie Black, broke off his contract with his label company, and Chris fully intended to catch the guy for his own record. He personally didn’t listen to his music for pleasure, since they were mostly cheesy love songs, but Jamie’s voice was a real winner, and the audience seemed to love him. Chris had to get him to his label, because he predicted even bigger success for Jamie, under the right management, of course.

  When he finally got out of the shower, his phone chimed with a text message notification.

  Unknown: Sam’s parent day thing in school is on Monday, 3 p.m. Don’t be late. Selene.

  Chris smiled when he read the name at the end of the text, and his thoughts immediately drifted back to her, even though they were never too far away anyway. He saved her number and quickly replied.

  Me: I’ll be there. How did you get my number, gorgeous?

  Red: I’m the mayor. You can’t even imagine how much power I have now. You can run, but you can’t hide.

  Chris grinned and shook his head, imagining Selene’s mischievous eyes as she typed that message.

  Me: Use that power and burn that dress you wore yesterday.

  Red: I happen to like the dress.

  Me: You like it, I love it. But others loved it on you too much. So I’m debating between making you burn it or making you wear it every day.

  It was true, though. Selene might not have been aware of it, but he saw the way men ogled her yesterday. They imagined peeling off that dress and discovering what’s underneath. Not that he could blame them, since he almost had a heart attack when he saw her coming toward him. However, he imagined only himself touching her and peeling off those damn strips.

  Red: What’s wrong with that? Let them watch ;)

  Now he was sure she was grating on his nerves on purpose.

  Me: Fine, I’ll burn it myself after we finish. You won’t have the strength to walk, let alone put on that damn dress ;)

  The phone stayed silent then, and Chris thought he might have gone too far, but she knew he wasn’t the one to pick words. He wanted her and he let her know it.

  He left the hotel with a shit-eating grin on his face, simply because he knew Selene wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  He sat behind the wheel of his rented, black Mercedes and drove toward the town’s exit to the highway. He enjoyed the ride, enjoyed being alone finally. His lifestyle rarely permitted some alone time, and even if he managed to catch a break once in a while, he always had to be available on the phone or online. So now he simply enjoyed the silence, but his wandering thoughts found their way to Selene.

  To be honest with himself, he found it a bit surprising and strange that she responded to him so well last night. Her eyes had no anger when he kissed her, only desire and passion. He wanted her to look at him like that all the time. Nonetheless, he still couldn’t figure out why the sudden change of opinion. It was futile to think of the reasons to that, so he let overthinking go, and enjoyed the simple fact that she wanted him.

  Denver, located just east of the Front Range of Rocky Mountains, deserved to be the capital of Colorado, with its tall buildings and urban center. But the most breathtaking quality of Denver were the mountains visible in the city’s background. There was something special about this city, a place where modern met ancient and the combo worked perfectly.

  Chris parked his car in front of the Four Seasons, where his meeting with Jamie Black was to be held. He gave his keys to the valet and headed inside.

  The key to a successful business was to look confident no matter the circumstances. You had to behave as if you already had the world in your hands, even if you had absolutely nothing. That was how Chris behaved when he came to L.A.; he had been a homeless before meeting Jackson, but he never begged. Even when he started working for the producer, he never acted as if he was given a gift, but rather as if he deserved a chance. He remained that way, feeling calm and composed as he made his way to the hotel’s bar.

  Soft, leather armchairs were lined up around the shiny square table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the busy 14th street. Chris was satisfied to see that Jamie was already sitting at the table when he arrived. The huge pop star looked like a frat boy, with his curly blonde hair down to his shoulders and a shabby beard he sported, along with his simple jeans and t-shirt. One could hardly guess that he was in his late twenties and that he had the vocal power of an angel.

  “Black, long time no see”, Chris held out his hand and gave Jamie a friendly smile.

  He shook his hand with a serious expression that gave nothing away. Jamie was very well aware that he was now the main target of every label in the country, and Chris could see the pressure behind it. It wasn’t always about who could offer the most money; for true artists, it was about getting a chance to maintain their own style and grow as performers.

  “Ledford, welcome. What brings you to Denver? You didn’t come all this way just to see me, did you?” Jamie said in a mocking tone as Chris took his seat across his new target.

  “In fact, I am here today because of you only”, he said honestly. His policy was to never lie to his clients, and he meant it.

  “That’s what all of you sharks say”, Jamie muttered and shrugged, absolutely unconvinced.

  Chris always opted for the straightforward approach, and if that cost him clients and other people in his life, so be it. But he didn’t appreciate bullshit, so he cut to the chase.

  “Look, Black. I’m on a vacation right now, as you might’ve heard. It’s true I came here to talk to you about the possibility of you signing for my record, but if you’re not interested at all, let’s just call this meeting over and go our separate ways”, Chris said and started getting up, but Jamie waved his hands at him to sit back down.

  Jamie sometimes had the habit of being eccentric and impulsive, but that was the trait of almost every major artist Chris had worked with so far.

  “So what can you offer me?”

  “Depends on what you want”, Chris played the game.

  “Freedom to do my songs the way I want them to sound.”

  “As long as you accept constructive criticism and my suggestions for some alterations in order to make your songs
even better, then I’d be happy to let you maintain your style all the way. I believe in the power of veto in creativity processes”, Chris bargained.

  “Alright”, Jaime said, deep in thought.

  “What else?” Chris asked, reading his aloofness.

  “Why do you think there’s anything else?”

  “There’s always the commercial side of things”, Chris cocked his eyebrow.

  “It’s easy about the money. You get two percent of everything we do”, Jamie said, making Chris laugh.

  “Make it seven percent, Black. I’m taking a risk with you. Plus, the label takes twenty percent.”

  “Seven and twenty? Might as well put a ski mask on your face and call yourself a certified robber. Four and ten percent.”

  “Six and eighteen”, Chris said and took a sip of his coffee.

  “I’m not going above four and ten. I have songwriters to pay and loads of other shit.”

  “I’m not going below six and eighteen. I have an international company to run, and loads of other shit”, Chris said and grinned. Jamie stared at him for a minute and then cursed.

  “Fine, five and fifteen percent and that’s it.”

  “Deal.”

  “Not yet. There’s something else I want you to do”, Jamie said in a voice Chris disliked.

  “What?”

  “I understand you used to write songs before you became all famous and shit.”

  “Yeah, so?” Chris asked suspiciously, not liking the direction of the conversation.

  “I want you to write me a song. Any type, any genre. If I like it, I will sign with you.”

  Chris stared at Jamie for a minute, having no idea what to say. It’d been years since he wrote a song, and it had been a hobby only few knew about. Not even Selene knew, and she was the person who knew him best. And writing songs... it was just something he did when he had nobody to talk to in the foster home, and later on when he moved to L.A., leaving Selene behind.