Chapter 7
DERRICK
Things have been wild since Paris. Evan and Sienna got engaged, but he knows I will hurt him if he ever hurts my bestie again.
She even suggested that we open a shop again, just like we had in Sydney, but this time we are in business together.
I may have shed a tear or two over that, she has no idea how much that means to me.
How can I ever repay her for everything she has done for me, not just here in America, but back in Australia too?
Like Chance, I too came from a religious family.
Mine were not like the Amish, they were modern, but still had the same kind of thinking, especially when it came to my sexuality.
I knew in Sunday School that lusting after the hot male priest was not normal.
When I came out to my parents at sixteen, they sent me away to conversion therapy in the bush for a couple of months.
It was torture, and honestly, a mind fuck.
The things they did to me out there should be fucking investigated.
I tried to be authentically me, but when I realized that being the Derrick I was, was going to end up getting me killed, I became the Derrick they wanted me to be.
My parents were ecstatic that I came back cured, and I stayed in that character until I graduated high school.
I worked my ass off behind the scenes at my part-time job to save up to pay for me to get into fashion college in Sydney.
I was getting out of my small town and away from my parents to save myself, it was slowly killing me pretending to be someone I wasn’t.
I remember the next day after graduation, I walked out into the kitchen where my parents were sitting and calmly came out to them again.
I told them that I had been lying to them, that I wasn’t cured of my gayness, and that I was done hiding it.
That was the first time in my life that my father attacked me, the left hook I never saw coming, but I was bigger and stronger and was able to get him off me, all while my mother screamed for me not to hurt my father.
That was the moment they kicked me out. Thankfully, I was ready.
I went back into my room, grabbed my things, walked out the door without saying goodbye, and jumped on the next bus to Sydney.
After I graduated from fashion school, I thought I was going to be this fashionista.
I was wrong. Sydney may have been a big place, but the competition was fierce, that’s how I found Sienna.
Here I thought she was going to be another Eastern suburbs socialite who opened a shop to pass the time, but she wasn’t.
She was one bad ass businesswoman who wanted to be more than her husband’s money.
We clicked instantly, and when she invited me to join her in Europe to attend fashion weeks to get access to the most exclusive parties, this was so much better than a lowly intern somewhere.
She opened so many doors for me and taught me so much.
She saved me. It was bleak there for a bit until she came into my life.
And for her to now invite me on this next phase of her life in Hollywood, and trust me enough to go into business with her, she’s my damn guardian angel.
I’ve been living in my apartment in West Hollywood, enjoying all its trappings for the past couple of months while I wait for my new roomie to arrive from Australia, Stacey.
The three amigos will be back together again.
Stacey was Sienna’s right-hand woman. She assisted with everything in Sienna’s life, from the business to her personal life and she was there when Beau imploded their marriage.
I wish she had come with us for the tour, we could have used her, but she’s on her way now and I can’t wait for the three of us to be back together again.
Now that my personal and professional life seems to be on the right track, next is my love life which honestly feels like a disaster.
Things between Chance and me are weird. We had an amazing time in Paris together even if it was in secret.
Now I’ve moved to LA, he’s been popping over a lot more when he can, but at the moment, I’m feeling more like a booty call than anything else.
Not that there is anything wrong with that, it’s just I thought …
in Paris we had fun, but I understand his deep-seated issues regarding his sexuality, and I don’t have time to deal with someone else’s sexuality trauma when I have enough of my own.
I’m still going to fuck him, but I need to guard my heart because he’s going to break it.
“You made it.” I squeal, picking Stacey up in LAX early as she’s just arrived in from Sydney.
She’s going to be my new roomie, and we are going to have the best time.
I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed her until this moment as I step out of the car and hug her.
“Sisi couldn’t make it. The paparazzi are hounding her.
” Stacey nods in understanding while I help her with her luggage.
“I have a fantastic rental right in the heart of everything.” I’m unable to hide my excitement.
“As long as it has a hot shower, that’s all I’m worried about at the moment.
” She chuckles. Poor thing, jetlag is a bitch, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders.
“You’re going to love it here.” Stacey nods and heads to the wrong side of the car, which makes us laugh.
It takes a bit of getting used to driving on the wrong side of the road.
“There’s so much concrete and no trees,” Stacey says, looking out the car window.
“It’s a culture shock that’s for sure, look it’s no Sydney.”
“I’m excited to be here, but …” She stares at the tents that line the overpasses.
“I get it. There are some streets you can’t drive down, believe me, I’ve taken some wrong turns in this town, and it’s scary, but where we are living is different, it’s safe and secure. Plus, you have me to protect you,” I say, giving her a wink.
“How are things with he who shall not be named?” Stacey teases.
Stacey’s my girl, and I trust her, plus, she always has great advice, so she knows about Chance. “Still the same. Ignores me in public, sucks my dick like a pro in private.”
“Don’t understand why you are wasting your time on him?” she asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know either, but that boy has a hold on me that I can’t say no to.”
“We all get it, good dick is good dick.” She smirks.
“It is. Anyway, see that club there? It’s one of the best in West Hollywood. They have this glory hole and the guys on the other side are soul suckers. Literally had my soul sucked out my dick hole.”
“Derrick.” Stacey squeals.
“I saw the afterlife, I swear it was that good. I go there when I need a pick-me-up.” Stacey just shakes her head at me. “Do you think there’s a female equivalent of a glory hole?”
“Wouldn’t it be the same thing?” she says.
“I know you’re bendy, but how would you get your vagina in the hole?” I ask her.
Stacey’s brow furrows. “It’s too early for this shit, but I’m going to assume she just bends over.”
“So, she just gets fucked like normal. No lickity split? Nothing?” I ask.
“I’m so jetlagged that I’m actually entertaining this conversation. I’m guessing they would need a bigger hole, like she would have to slide through it or something like when you get a pap smear,” she explains.
“Like in the stirrup things?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“I’ve never been to a glory hole, so I have no fricken idea, D.”
“Maybe that happens in straight bars.”
Stacey bursts out laughing, “Yeah, glory holes do not happen in straight bars. We are not having sex in them.”
“How boring,” I tell her.
“Seems like it. Are you telling me most gay clubs have glory holes?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No. Not all, but I’m disappointed when I don’t see one in a club.”
“So, you just walk on up to a hole and stick your dick through?” Stacey asks.
“I wrap my dick, you have to be careful, but yeah, then I shove it through and voila, someone sucks it,” I explain.
“And you have no idea who is sucking it?” she asks. I shake my head. “It could be anyone, literally anyone.” I nod. “That’s. Wow.”
“You’re wishing there was a female glory hole now, aren’t you?” I tease.
“Only if they knew what they were doing. Could you imagine if there was a female glory hole? We’d end up using the vibrator because the men still wouldn’t be able to find the clit,” she says, bursting out laughing.
“I’m so glad I’m not a woman, that would suck.”
“It does.” She smirks.
“Don’t worry, Stace, I’m going to make sure now that you’re here, that your clit is found. I’m the best wingman,” I reassure her.
“Thanks. I think,” she says, giggling again.
We arrive at Stacey’s new home, our home, and I help her with her luggage up to our apartment.
“Now, it’s not very big. I’m saving up to buy my own home, so this is only temporary. It’s within walking distance of the shop and Dirty Texas Records, and it has a gym and a pool. What more could you want?” I explain.
There’s a small hallway that opens into the functional modern kitchen, and the living room is in front with one glass wall that opens out to a small balcony. The view is impressive, looking out over the flashing lights of West Hollywood.
“This is your room. It’s a bigger bedroom, that’s because I have a walk-in closet and en-suite in mine.”
“This is perfect,” Stacey says, getting teary.
“No, don’t you dare start.” I try to hold back my own tears, but I’m unable to as she rushes over and hugs me. “Bitch, I’m happy you’re here.” I hug her tightly.
“Me too.”
“We’re going to have the time of our lives here. Sienna has already met her Prince Charming, maybe you’re next,” I tease her.
“I’m not looking for Prince Charming. I’d be happy with Prince Fuck Me Good,” she says, making us both burst out laughing.
“Oh, how I’ve missed you. Go. Get freshened up because you know Sienna is dying to see you. She keeps messaging me, telling me to hurry up and bring you to the store.”
“Okay. Shower first, coffee second, and Sienna third,” Stacey says.
“It really is within walking distance.” Stacey gasps as she sips her coffee, then her eyes widen as she reads the signs on the shop.
“Wyld Jones.” I smile. “Pretty catchy, isn’t it?
” I know Stacey gets it. To others it’s just a shop, but to Sienna and me it’s so much more than that, and it is to Stacey too.
No one understands fully what happened in Sydney over the years, the way that Sienna’s fame and name grew to be just as powerful as her husbands, how she was able to make her own money and become fully independent, or so she thought.
I know Sienna’s biggest fear is having what happened with Beau happen with Evan.
She has PTSD from that shit head which is totally understandable, and yes, Evan messed up at the start of their relationship and turned into a dick, but he’s really shown up for her ever since Paris.
That man is wholeheartedly in love with her, by the way he looks at her as if he can’t believe she is his and how lucky he is.
He worships her. I’ve never seen him look at another woman, and many beautiful women throw themselves at him daily, yet he never notices, it’s as if he has tunnel vision.
It’s sweet, cute, and sickening. “Come on, put her out of her misery,” I tell Stacey as we walk through the front doors of the shop.
“Oh my god.” Sienna rushes over and hugs Stacey. She’s already in tears, damn pregnancy hormones. “I’ve missed you so much. Thank you, thank you so much for coming.” They continue to hug.
Never far from his bride-to-be, Evan walks into the room. “You must be Stacey,” he says. Stacey freezes and her eyes widen as she takes in the rock god before her. Girl. Wait till you meet the rest. You’re going to be dead. “I’ve heard so much about you, it feels like I know you already.”
“And same about you,” Stacey says, shaking his hand.
Evan then grabs Sienna and pulls her into his side and kisses the top of her hair, before reaching down and rubbing her belly. She’s really starting to show now, and it’s gorgeous.
“Look at you.” Stacey gasps, noticing Sienna’s stomach for the first time.
“I know. He’s really kicking up a storm at the moment.”
“Well, you look happy.” Stacey smiles.
Sienna looks up at Evan, and you can clearly see how happy they are, before Evan leans down and kisses her ever so gently.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Evan declares.
My heart skips a beat because I want someone to want me like that. And Chance never will. That thought pops into my mind, and I shake it away. “Yes, they are always this nauseatingly in love.”
“We make Derrick sick with our love.” Sienna smiles.
“No. What makes me sick is walking in on you two all the time, going like fucking rabbits. If you could get pregnant more than once at a time, Sienna would have a damn litter by now with the amount of banging they do.” Honestly, it’s hot, but come on, guys, are you allergic to your bed or something?
“Anyway, enough about us. Let’s show you the space,” Sienna says, trying to hide her embarrassment. Evan waves goodbye, and it’s just the three of us again.
“I can’t thank you enough for hiring me again,” Stacey says as we walk through the shop and discuss our plans for us.
“Babe, you’re family. I wish you were here earlier,” Sienna says.
“Me too, but I think the time is right. I’m ready for it now,” Stacey says confidently.
“Things in LA are different from Sydney, especially when it comes to celebrity. The doors will open for you to so many different places, but people will also use you,” I explain to her. Stacey isn’t na?ve at all, but when it comes to LA life she might be.
“Don’t scare her off already,” Sienna teases. “Derrick is right, though, the fandom is weird here, but also there are so many more celebrities, so people tend to either ignore you or harass you, there’s no in between.”
“Tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it,” Stacey says, pulling her trusty notepad out of her bag. Sienna and I look at each other, it’s just like old times.