Chapter 69 Glowing
"You're glowing." Simon says before lifting me in rehearsals. "I feel like shit, yet you have the world of energy. Where the hell were you yesterday all day?"
My face burns as I blush. I was being fucked multiple times in-between room service and naps. I'm extremely fit, and my muscles are well stretched, but I'm feeling aches in places I didn't know existed.
Miguel is making it impossible to resist him.
And the damn tattoo. I'm still in disbelief at his confessions.
And I'm also scared shitless.
Ben has wrung me through the ringer, I don't know how my family will perceive me being with Miguel. Maybe it will be too soon to tell them about him.
The best thing is to keep him a secret for a little bit longer, and see where things are headed first.
"I slept the whole day, that's why." I wink at him over my shoulder. "Where the hell were you?"
"Girl, we're in Seoul, do you think I'm sleeping my whole day away? We're only here for a little while before we head to Shanghai. This is my first time in Asia, I'm making the most of it."
These are the things kids born with money have privileges to. We would travel somewhere every summer when it was my dad's off-season. My parents tried to show me places they've never experienced.
Gregory calls a break, and we get off the stage.
"How about you and me paint the town red our last night before we leave?" I nudge Simon. "We haven't done that for a while."
"Only because you've been a party pooper these last few months." He sticks his tongue out at me. "I didn't want to ask you, because I know you're very private, but I know something's been up with Ben."
I drop to the ground backstage and he joins me, stretching his legs to keep warm.
I hold my pinky out at him. "Pinky swear this stays between us, please?"
He hooks his pinky through mine with a smile. "Of course. Girl, you can trust me you know, I know you celebrities don't want your business on the streets."
I roll my eyes playfully at him. "I'm not a celebrity."
He rolls his eyes back. "If you say so."
"Anyway." I clear my throat, feeling slightly ashamed. God, why did I say yes in the first place. "Ben and I broke up. Don't ask me how or why, there were just a lot of things I didn't know about, and I just couldn't stay in any kind of relationship with him."
Simon hugs me immediately, and I once again wonder if I shouldn't include him a little more in my life. " I'm so sorry, babe. I'm here if you ever need to talk about it."
I kiss his cheek in gratitude and pull away from him. "I'm good now, I promise."
Simon clicks his fingers with a smile. "We need to have a break up party!"
I laugh, grateful that I told him.
So after packed audiences, after we performed for three nights, we hit a club, but in true Simon style, he invites everyone.
It almost feels like old times. Before Miguel, before all the shit went down with Ben.
I frown down at the glass of champagne in my hand, remembering the last time I had it and what happened.
"I'm going to the bathroom." I shout at Simon over the music who gives me a thumbs up.
I can't help laughing at the various guys trying to catch my attention as I make my way to the bathroom.
Luckily, there's no line, but as I'm finishing and unlocking the door, a hand stops the door from opening. A very male hand.
Fear creeps into me. Did one of those guys follow me into the bathroom? Oh god, the bathroom is probably empty, will someone even hear me scream?
I'm about to at least try when a very familiar, muscled body squeezes himself through the small opening.
I sigh in relief. "What the hell are you doing here?"
A hand covers my mouth, and I widen my eyes in surprise. What is he doing?
"I've been watching you all night." He lowers his face and sniffs my neck. "I could bite you right here, and all these men lusting after you will know you belong to someone. Is that what you want? Do you want me to mark you?"
I close my eyes tightly and moan behind his hand.
"Turn around." He orders in that authorative voice of his that makes my pussy clench.
I oblige immediately, knowing that the reward would be worth it.
"Now this is not the time to scream when I stuff you full of my cock, people might hear, and we don't want that, right?" He reaches to my front to pop the buttons of my leather pants. "If you were wearing a skirt tonight, I would have fucked your ass right here and now, then you can scream so this whole place could hear you getting fucked."
My hands clench on the tiled wall when he pulls my pants down and slap my thighs to open my legs. I moan loudly when he bends down behind me and pulls my thong to the side before he licks a path up my already soaked slit all the way to my puckered asshole.
"Look at my pussy crying for me." He growls. "No moaning, if you make a sound I stop. So, do you want me to stop?"
I shake my head fervently, hoping there's no one in the toilet next to us, because if he starts fucking me now, I don't think I would be able to shut up.
Two fingers enter me hard, and I have to bite my arm to stop from making a sound.
I pant when he suddenly retrieves his fingers and snap my thong back into place.
"You know what, I won't give you what you want." He straightens and leans over me to bite my ear. "If I see another man close to you tonight, your ass is mine."