Asao’s eyes caught sight of the music clef inked on her hand. It lined the back of her thumb and traveled down to her wrist, disappearing beneath. In seconds it’d captured his attention like all things musical, but just as quickly as he admired it, the thought pushed through as a reminder that he had work to do.
The short walk to his building was time spent running through the cadence of the lyrics dancing around in his head. He also paid close attention to his surroundings even as he entered his building, took the elevator to the fifth floor, and stepped off to take the short hallway to his unit.
When he noticed her hand midair, his jaw flexed. She felt his presence and turned with a slow, seductive smile just before he offered one word to kill whatever she was thinking.
"No."
Her full, wine-colored lips pushed forward into a pout while her hand brushed across the front of his jeans. Lightly at first but with a little more aggression when she located her target. As her small hand caressed, he caught her wrist.
"I have work to do." His eyes never left hers nor did they express anything other than what he was feeling internally, annoyance, even as his dick inflated in his jeans.
"You're always working. You've been in and out of the city for the past three months. Don't I deserve one night?"
Asao inhaled and pushed it out slowly. Her smile was an expression of the ability to chip away at his resolve. He hadn't been with anyone in a minute. His thoughts flashed through the memory of three weeks ago after his show in Miami. A wild night in a hotel suite where Dom and Niles had surprised him with several very eager women. Very eager. They did their rounds but he hand selected one to share his bed. She sufficed but wasn’t anything special.
"Please." Those damn lips again. This time they pushed out a little further while her hazel eyes lowered and the pressure of her fingers moving across his jeans increased.
"You can't stay all night. I have to lay some tracks."
Satisfied, she smiled. When his fingers released the hold on her wrist, Tori was against his chest, pressing soft kisses to the corner of his jaw. She knew better than to actually touch his lips, but like always, she pushed the limit to get as close as she could. Maybe it made her feel more relevant in his life, who knows. It only gave him reason to stand firm on her staying in her current position.
"I missed you, Sao."
Inside his place she kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her coat. Next to go were her jeans, gaining him a full view of the red lace panties covering her ass. It wasn't the biggest but it was still nice and got the job done when he had her on all fours.
"Do you have anything to drink? I know you haven't been in town long," she sang as she padded into his kitchen. He hated how comfortable she was in his space. Another component of Tori feeling more relevant than she really was. They’d dated for a little over a year then things got complicated.
She was too obsessed with the man the world thought they knew and that turned him off. The two hooked up and fell in sync not long after his voice began streaming through speakers in clubs and arenas. Tori latched on at the inception of his career, so he’d believed her to be solid. In the beginning, she was.
Tori was cool and he fucked with her more consistently than any of the others but he hadn’t been ready to let go of the woman who’d changed the trajectory of his life. The woman who had demons and darkness lurking in the recesses of his mind. Asao dealt with Tori and accepted her role in his life as hope that his heart could be revived. That changed when she got consumed with the wrong things. When she flipped, he flipped. She didn’t own his heart, so it was easy to pull away. Asao found himself grateful that her true colors surfaced, giving him an out.
Tori began pushing buttons that forced his demons to the forefront of his mind, making him act without thinking, which was never a good thing. Asao might not have been the best man but he valued the life he’d built for not just himself but for his boys. To keep their heads level and above the bullshit, he couldn’t dance with the devil. So he’d cut Tori loose.
When he ended things, she was in denial for a while. She would still show up at his performances, playing the role as his girl, trying to throw her weight around to get into his dressing rooms or VIP sections. She had quite a little reputation for attacking women she assumed had his attention but it didn't take long for her to get the message.
When she began showing up and her name was clearly printed on the “no entry under any uncertain terms” list, she blew up not only his phone but Dom and Niles’s as well. She took to social media, playing the scorned lover trying to embrace him, but it had a countereffect.
Asao wasn't a big name but he had a strong local following and his fans were protective and loyal. When Tori attacked his character, they attacked hers. She stopped pushing to connect with him publicly and now this was her thing. Randomly showing up at his place demanding time. Time that ultimately ended in a few good orgasms before he put her out and blocked her until he felt like dealing with her again. This was them.
Ignoring her question about having something to drink, knowing that she would figure it out, he informed her that he was about to shower, alone. She pouted about that as well but didn't want to push. He left her with free reign of his place and made his way to his bedroom, locking the door.
Thirty minutes later, he was clean, still feeling exhausted but a little more revived as he stepped into a pair of joggers. There was no need to put effort into really dressing because Tori would be riding his dick before long. Once he had a release, he would be putting her out so he could record.
"You could have at least invited me tonight." Tori's wounded voice had his left brow peaking slowly over his right.
"You didn't need an invite to see the show."
Until his body met the soft comfort of his sofa, he hadn't realized how tired he really was. Tori wasted no time straddling his lap with those sad eyes of hers connecting to his.
"I didn't want to see the show. I wanted to see you."
Asao’s laugh was low but still cocky. "You didn't need an invite for that either."
His arms lifted, bending at the elbow and folding behind his head. He watched her chest rise and fall from frustration. Shewanted him to say things he wouldn't. Why she continually tried was foreign to him. Tori knew him better than most.
"I don't do common. I could have purchased a ticket and stood on the floor with the rest of those thirsty hoes dreaming about being chosen. Dreaming about what this feels like." Her hand slipped into his joggers. "I don't have to dream about it. I know what it feels like. Why would you expect me to do basic shit?"
The right corner of Asao’s mouth lifted while his eyes, which he was sure were already low, lowered a bit more. "You might have shared space with someone else who knows what it feels like."
