Page 15 of The Price of Fame

Five

MARKUS WATCHED THE EMOTIONS CROSS Kylie’s face as he sang the song he’d written about meeting her. Her song. At first, she looked surprised, her mouth in an O shape. Next, she looked happy, and then she moved on to worried. The last expression seemed scared, her eyes wide, looking anywhere but him as she played with her hands and bit her lips.

He would have to fight for what they had. When he’d woken to find her gone from his bed, he’d been scared she had run, especially when he didn’t find her in the bathroom. He’d shoved on sweatpants, only to realize he was still sticky from sex, and then it dawned on him that he hadn’t used protection. He always wore a condom. He’d even stopped sex before because he didn’t have one. Markus hadn’t ever trusted any woman to take care of protection, even when he knew they took the pill.

He had wondered if she’d run because of that. He searched his house, surprised and relieved to find her in his music room. He debated what he should tell her. The whole truth? Or just enough to keep her happy?

He finished the song. Kylie sat quietly for a moment before she closed her eyes and whispered, “You sing like an angel. You’re going to break my heart.” She let out a loud sigh. “Sing it again for me.”

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against hers. “Kiss me, and I’ll do anything you want.”

She let out a moan, opened her eyes, and pulled him closer to her. Not caring about his guitar, he dropped it on the floor as she slid his pants off and moved to straddle his lap.

His hands glided up her body. He bit her lip and pulled away. “Oh, you’re not wearing anything under this.” She hummed her approval as he lifted her. He muttered, “Please tell me you’re not sore.” She answered by slowly sliding down his painfully hard erection.

Markus plastered his mouth to hers as he held her close, and their tongues moved to the rhythm their bodies kept. Her nails raked down his back, and he pulled away, panting. “You are so hot. Ride me, omorphoula.”

He lay against the sofa and let her set the pace. He loved her lust-filled eyes and her hair that fell in messy disarray around her. Her tits bounced beneath his shirt.

Markus reached up under the shirt to caress her breasts and leisurely moved his other hand down her body to play with her clit. He licked his lips as she bit hers when his fingers found her nub. “Come for me. Squeeze my dick with your tight pussy.”

She picked up her speed, grinding against him until she screamed and came around his cock.

“I love it when you speak Greek.”

“Was I speaking Greek?”

“Yes, and it makes me all hot and turns me on,” she murmured against his neck as she rested against him.

“I didn’t even know I changed language. That’s what you do to me.” He felt his cum shoot from him as he thrust deep into her one last time. He moaned and decided not to say anything yet about not using a condom. Markus was too scared to say something now for fear she’d run away.

She groaned and wrapped her arms around him. “Take me to bed. Sing my song to me.”

He kissed her forehead and slowly stood up with her legs still wrapped around him. Markus felt his now soft penis fall out of her. She winced, and he cursed himself for forgetting she would still be sore for having her first sexual experience tonight.

He walked back to his room. “I’m going to run you a hot bath so you can have a soak.”

She gave a sleepy reply against his chest. “No bath. I just want to sleep. Tomorrow, I want all the answers. Tonight, sing me my song, cuddle me, and don’t let me go.

He placed her on the bed, went to the bathroom and wet a cloth, and then returned to her and gently cleaned her. She moaned and turned away from him. Chucking the cloth toward the bathroom, he joined her on the bed, pulling her close.

The sound of music woke him. Kylie begged him for more sleep. Carefully he detangled himself from his woman and went in search of the music. Finding the noise in Kylie’s red clutch bag, he walked out of the room to answer her phone.

“Hello. Kylie’s phone.” There was a long pause on the other end before he heard James growl.

“Who the fuck are you? Why are you answering the phone?”

Walking farther from the bedroom so Kylie wouldn’t hear, he answered, “It’s Markus. I answered the phone so you didn’t wake Kylie. Do you want to leave a message? I’ll get her to call you when she wakes.”

Markus heard curses on the other end of the phone and the sound of something smashing.

“Leave Kylie alone. Go back to your life in wherever and forget about her. I know she said you were going to stay another month, but if you go now, I’ll pay for your flights, first class. I don’t want you to hurt her. I’ve waited two years for her.”

Markus clenched his fist and gritted his teeth as anger rolled through him. How dare this man think he would ever hurt Kylie? James knew nothing about him. He would never hurt his girl. He couldn’t believe her supposed best friend was saying any of this. “I’m going to hang up now before I say something that would hurt the precious woman in the other room because, for some crazy reason, she thinks you’re her best friend.” Angry, he hit End.

Now that he was up and wide awake, he checked all his phones, sighing when he saw he had eight missed calls from his manager. Markus called his manager back, and Gaelan’s words came out in a rush.

“I can’t give you the full two months. You have to come back, even if it’s just for a week. The paparazzi and media are starting to search for you. So if you want to keep where you are a secret, I would come back and make some appearances. Recording a song or two would be even better. It would keep the record company off my back.”

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