“I’d love to, baby.” Her arms wrapped around me, and like always, I picked her tiny ass up and kissed her. When our lips parted, she wrapped her hand around my neck and whispered directly into my ear, “Can I come home with you tonight?”
“Hell yeah.” I agreed quietly, turning so the camera wouldn’t be able to see my lips.
“Are you going to be expecting sex?” she asked, looking into my eyes.
“Of course not, Eli.”
“I am.” Her declaration caught me so off guard I couldn’t even respond. “I have a few stipulations though.”
“A-anything,” I stuttered, still in disbelief that she was offering herself to me.
With a giggle, she gave me a quick, sweet peck. “You have to fuck me like you love me. You have to go slow and take your time in my pussy. And when the moment is just right, I want you to slut me out. Can you do that, baby?”
“Alright, we’ve got some great footage,” Justine said. “Monica is setting up now. You guys have about three minutes before the interview starts. Ten questions, nothing about yourpersonal scandals. Shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes, and that’s if the both of you are chatty, which I don’t see happening.”
Her words were going in one ear and out of the other as my eyes remained locked with Eli. When we were alone again, I told her, “I can do that and more. I promise you won’t regret giving yourself to me.”
Eli rubbed her nose against mine before kissing me. “I’m glad I get to do this with you. I know it’s fake, but how I feel for you is real. I love the way I feel with you. I enjoy myself with you. This is the first time I’ve done something selfish and ignored the consequences. Thank you for giving me a safe space to heal and feel cherished.”
“If you keep talking like that, I’ma take you outside and eat that pussy until she’s numb. Is that what you want me to do?”
“We have an interview to do, sir,” she reminded me, shimmying down my body.
I watched her as she sashayed away. Eli was pulling out a version of me that felt foreign yet familiar. Like a version of myself that I was in a different lifetime. She was making me soft, and intentional, and caring, and affectionate, and loving, and all the shit I said I’d never be in a relationship. And for the first time in my life, I was okay with that.
Chapter
Thirteen
Eli
Dinner was interesting,and that was putting it lightly. Being attached to Falcon had not only led to an increase in my following online but constant paparazzi as well. People who loved him came up to me to talk to me and get an autograph. There were a few people who talked about me beating Natasha up and his sex tape, but most of the talk about us had been positive. People were loving seeing a romantic, affectionate side of Falcon.
I didn’t read the comments online, but Justine and my team sent me highlights, and a lot of his fans talked about how they’d never seen him smiling and looking so happy outside of the field. I took great pride in that. And for me? Well, to my fans, it looked like I was finally getting the love I sang about. People started to drag Justin and Natasha online when they finally heard the full story, which was why Justin was blowing me up. A part of me felt like he was trying to redeem himself and his image, but it was far too late for that.
Tonight was the first time so many paparazzi was outside that I was literally blinded by the flashing lights of their cameras. The questions came from all over the place, and it was honestly overwhelming. It reminded me of why I didn’t really want fame with my music. I just wanted to record and release.
Falcon was calm, and he kept me steady. His grip on my hand was gentle yet firm. He kept squeezing it and looking down at me, checking on me silently. By the time we made it inside the restaurant, I was a nervous wreck, but it didn’t take me long to calm down. Only a few people interrupted us for autographs, but we had a peaceful and tasty dinner other than that.
Since I’d packed a bag before he picked me up for dinner, I took a shower, took off my makeup, and pulled my hair up before sliding into bed with him. He’d showered as well, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my nose against his neck and taking in his fresh and clean scent. Unlike Isaac, whose wealth showed in his lifestyle and large mansion, Falcon lived in a penthouse on the beach and showed his wealth with service providers that made his life easier, his cars, and jewelry. They both traveled as much as they could, and I loved being on the yacht they’d purchased together.
As Falcon’s hand gripped my thigh, my body relaxed against him. Sometimes I still couldn’t believe how things had changed between us, but I was going to accept this new status and make the most of it.
I couldn’t stop smiling.This weekend had been absolutely perfect. I ended up staying with Falcon. Yesterday, we took gummies and went to the aquarium. It was an insane experience. Everything was elevated, and I had a blast. This evening, wedecided to keep it low-key and came to a paint and sip that was by reservation only. The benefit to that was no paparazzi, which I loved.
My favorite part? He did exactly what I asked him to do. He fucked me like he loved me and treated me like his personal slut. My pussy still tingled and throbbed at just the memory and thought of having him inside.
Squeezing his thigh absently, I looked over what colors I had, to determine what color I wanted my girl’s hair to be.
“You be touching all on me and shit like that don’t make my dick hard,” Falcon said, stopping my intense concentration on the colors.
“Hmm?” I looked down and saw where I was touching him and laughed. “You’re just a horn dog. There was nothing sexual about that.”
“Everything about you touching me is sexual, Smiley. It might not always lead to sex, but having any part of you on me arouses me. And it’s not because of lust or a lack of discipline. I’m just”—He shrugged as his mouth twisted to the side—“insanely attracted to you.”
“So you lied to me?” At the sound of Justin’s voice, we both looked up. “I told you I felt like you liked him after we went to that party, and you said there was nothing between y’all.”
I didn’t feel like I owed him an explanation at all, so I didn’t bother explaining to him that there wasn’t anything between Falcon and I last year or ever, for that matter. We’d stopped by a party Isaac was having, and Justin swore I was blushing and googly-eyed while talking to Falcon for a brief moment. I didn’t see it then, but maybe I was. Even though I’d never said out loud I liked him, I always had. Maybe I didn’t hide it as well as I thought I did.
