“I’d be happier if you sucked my dick too.”
Nolan’s annoyed gaze dips to my neglected cock. “It’ll be my parting gift.”
“Blue balls?” I ask incredulously with a laugh.
“Sure,” Nolan replies with a lazy shrug.
I try to keep my gaze off Nolan as he finishes up his shower, stepping out before I’ve finished washing my hair. The steam distorts the shape of his body through the foggy glass door, but it’s easy to watch the shape of him. He dries off carefully, then hangs the towel on the bar with a gentle tug to ensure it liescorrectly. He leaves the bathroom without a single glance in the mirror and for some reason that makes me feel something I can’t explain.
Once I’m finished, dried, and dressed in sweatpants, I find Nolan in the living room of the penthouse with the breakfast I’d ordered spread across the table. He’s slowly munching at a strawberry when his eyes flick over to me.
“You ordered enough food for an army,” Nolan points out, sounding slightly annoyed.
I shrug as I toss myself in the chair opposite him. “Didn’t know what you liked.”
Nolan smirks as he licks bright crimson strawberry juice off his palm. “You’ll learn.”
I dive into the fancy-as-hell omelet on my plate with gusto because I’m fucking starved. In just a few inhales I’m done, so I move on to the fluffy French toast. Nolan leans back in his chair, appraising me as I gobble down my food like I haven’t eaten in weeks.
“I’ll have Chris reach out to you in a few more months for another weekend. It’ll probably be in Los Angeles by then since I’ll be recording the next album before going on the world tour at the end of next year.”
“You like it?” I ask with a mouthful of French toast.
Nolan skewers me with a confused look. “Like what?”
“Performing? Making music?”
“No, and yes,” Nolan answers as he bites into another strawberry.
“See you in a few months, I guess.”
Nolan slowly licks his fingers clean of all evidence of the strawberry before speaking. “Give my love to Trevor. I’ll contract with you going forward. And remember you signed an NDA.”
I roll my eyes. “Kind of hard to forget. I don’t have much, but I don’t want to lose what I do have from breaching a contract I’m required to sign to fuck a rockstar.”
Nolan pushes away from the table with a bitter laugh. He surprises me by coming around the table to kiss me hard and deep, tongue dipping into my mouth.
When he pulls away, he roughly slaps my cheek with a cruel smile. “You taste like breakfast. Now fuck off.”
He disappears towards the large suite we’ve spent almost two days desecrating. A second later my packed duffel bag is thrown out of the bedroom. The door slam echoes through the quiet penthouse, setting my teeth on edge. What a fucking brat.
One annoying flightand a long rideshare later, I arrive back at headquarters. It’s early Sunday evening, so I don’t expect many people to be hanging around. I probably should’ve gone straight to my own apartment, but I oddly felt like trying my hand at seeing who I could bother.
Lucky me, Eli is lying on the couch, reading some thick book that’s probably required for one of his classes.
“Sup, bestie?” I ask, tossing myself on the other end of the couch.
Eli drops the book to his chest with a sweet smile. “So?”
I shrug helplessly. “He said he’s canceling the ongoing contract with Trevor and wants to see me again in a few months.”
Eli arches one eyebrow in surprise. “Oh?”
“He’s a piece of work, for sure. I think I can handle him though.”
“That’s a different tune than you were singing a few days ago,” Eli deftly points out. He’s irritatingly right.
Before meeting Nolan I’d assumed it would be one huge failure of a weekend. But now I’m intrigued by the bitter man. He sets me off-kilter, makes me feel like my body isn’t my own, in a way that doesn’t terrify me.
