Chapter 31 #3
He starts blabbering about how a virgin hole shouldn’t have been able to take him so well, about how his ‘favourite show to watch isn’t ‘Love Island’ … it’s his cum leaking from my perfect ass, and how sexy it is to push it back in with his favourite diamond.’
“How, how did you even make more after that first mess earlier?” I say into the pillow.
“It’s you, I swear, Baby. You could make me cum a hundred times a day. Y-you know I’m serious about making you Mrs. Raven, don’t you?” Him talking this way is so unhinged, and even more so, that I like it.
“It’s been two weeks,” I remind him as I attempt to refrain from going into complete shock.
He flips me over, and I yelp. His eyes are a darker green than a haunted forest at midnight under a new moon, and it sucks the air from my lungs.
Well, that, but also the chain he yanks, pulling me close so we’re eye to eye.
“Did I not make myself clear talking about my new ink? Eight years this autumn, Baby. Eight. That’s how long I’ve wanted to claim you; there’s nothing instant or too fast about how I feel about you.
Mark my words, that diamond in your ass is not the last one you’ll be getting from me.
And tomorrow, after you eat breakfast and I drink tea, we’re going to the shop and you’ll be permanently inked as mine.
Does that scare you?” I check in with my nervous system as it rattles around my body, but the answer isn’t so simple.
“You still think I’m going to break your heart, Baby? ”
I shake my head, but he quirks an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me. I realize that if Jett grows tired of me and breaks my heart, the least of my worries would be a tattoo I can’t even see. I know Jett thinks that will never happen right now, but again, rockstar.
“The tattoo doesn’t scare me. I want to be marked as Mrs. Raven, but I want Silas to do it. Text him that I’m coming in as soon as we’re home?”
He pulls me an inch closer. “Done. What about the second question?”
“My brain says no matter how deeply a young musician falls, he will eventually get tempted and cheat. But I don’t believe her, Jett!”
He grins at me, for giving my brain a gender, or possibly at the fact that I’m fighting back against the insecurities, considering he has at least five songs about that exact thing.
“I think I’m scared because I know deep down that getting betrayed has nothing to do with occupation.
Case in point, Ace. Innocent little theatre actor?
Ah, no. He smashed my heart to pieces, but he’s the exact opposite of the man who put the pieces back together.
The world may see a sexy, slutty little rockstar looking at you, but that’s the man who glued my pieces back together, the one who’s treated me better than anyone. So, I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
“There you go, Baby.” He kisses my forehead and removes my collar. “You trust me?”
“When I first met you, I thought you were out of control, but I know you now. You’re always in control, and I know you would never hurt me.”
“Damn right, Baby. Now … do you know where your phone is?”
I feel around and eventually find it. I hand him my phone, tell him the code, and hesitate before forcing myself to ask, “And what’s your code, babe?”
He quirks an eyebrow and sighs, finding and handing his phone to me promptly before unlocking mine.
“When AnnaBella asked me for that, I went mental.” He shakes his head.
“Doesn’t bother me when it’s you asking, since you’re who I wanted the whole time I was with her.
Didn’t want her to see saved pictures of you on my phone.
But I don’t have anything to hide from my dream girl.
” He tells me his code like it’s actually a relief.
And then, “Are you worried about something, darling? Don’t tell me, Jude is involved? ”
“He didn’t like Lily’s pics with you on IG, he made me nervous.”
“Fucking hell! That little shit! If I wanted her, I would’ve had her already! I hired her two months before this happened with us at the pool party and never made a move. Do you understand that?”
I groan at the way he says he would've had her if he wanted, because it’s confirmation she’s not a lesbian. I suppose I was still holding out hope. “Yes. But if she’s not gay and she’s all over you, like, you see my concern?”
“People of all sexualities have their hands all over me all the time, that doesn’t seem to bother you. Which is good, because that’s a pretty big part of this job.”
I nod. It really doesn’t bother me that his fans want to touch him. If I was just a fan, I’d be dying to touch him, too. When they see him and scream, that’s literally mirroring how I feel about him inside. I get it.
“So, it’s just Lily you’re worried about?”
“If she could just not post pics where it looks like you’re her man, I would feel a lot better about it,” I say, going through Jett’s pics, confirming there are no inappropriate poses with the world’s hottest drummer.
“That’s easy.” Jett nods. “But darling, if I tell you I’m not shagging someone, you need to believe it. If I promise you’re the only one I’m sleeping with and sign it in my fucking blood, you need to trust me. All right?”
I nod, also very relieved, and then my brain pings, scrolling until I find what I wanted to look for next. “Aww, you do have a whole folder of me! That’s so sweet!”
“You sure about that, Baby?”
My jaw drops as I see probably the best collection of me that I’ve ever seen.
Pictures of me on the beach in a tiny bikini, among selfies of us on his music video set with me wearing the world’s tightest dress, me as Princess Aerin and Cherry, all photos where I’m barely dressed and look hotter than a sauna. “Jett! This is a wank bank!”
“Still think it’s sweet?” The way his lips curl, delighted in my shock, turns me on. What can I say?
“Well, I don’t know if I’d say sweet. But it’s fucking flattering.”
He grins. “Not creepy?”
I don’t know if I should admit this to him or not, but knowing how long Jett’s been secretly thirsting for me lights me up like a switchboard, and any reminder or evidence of it makes me sweat. Instantly.
“You know I like creepy stuff most of all.” Is all I give away and he laughs. “And what are you looking for on my phone, hmm?”
“Engagement ring ideas the asshole sent.”
I arch a brow as he scrolls through the images looking like he may hurl and I start giggling. He straightens his spine and goes into full Archer accent, “Take a look at the ghastly garbage I call jewellery and hope you don’t notice I’m screwing the mousiest fuckin’ mouse in the West End!”
I snort and smack him on the arm, “now you’re going to make me throw up! Why are you sending all those ghastly ring pictures to your phone?”
“So, I know the complete fucking opposite of what to shop for. These rings are fit for a mouse, like Imogen, not a queen like you, Baby.”
My cheeks heat, and I spin the diamond bracelet around my wrist. “You already gave me diamonds, Jett, and the tattoo will be more than enough to make me feel like I’m yours! You don’t need to—”
“Nothing will ever be enough with me, Baby, you know that. In terms of hitting that next goal? I can’t stop thinking about it until I reach it, and then I’m on to the next. That’s who I am, and you’re included in that now. You know I’ll only want one thing for you, then another, then—”
“Oh, I know.” I think about Jett when he had wild hair, round cheeks, complete with tongue piercing and lip ring.
I get tingly heartache butterflies thinking about what could’ve happened if he’d asked me out back then and I’d been smart enough to say yes.
“When we first met, it was make it on the Billboard Hot 100, and as soon as you did it, it was break a million views on YouTube, and then it was gold record first, then platinum, and on and on!”
“I can’t help it; it’s always been that way.
And proving I’m worthy of spoiling the ultimate Babygirl, Baby Morningstar?
Sounds like a great fucking goal. First it will be tattoos, then a ring, then this fit-for-a-fuckin-vampire-bed.
Maybe a big bougie house down the road from Mum and Dad.
Perhaps a castle on the Isle of Man? Marriage and then babies who look like us. Trying to stop me is futile, darling.”
I lean over and grab a crème br?lée off the side table because: “You’re making me woozy, darling.”
He grins, sets my phone down, grabs the spoon, and starts feeding me. “I rather like making you woozy, Baby, as long as there’s sugar nearby.”