Chapter 38 #2
I’m needy, and I’m delirious, and “I’m yours.
Fill me, Daddy, please.” I sound so desperate and pathetic.
He has no choice but to explode inside me, painting me, claiming me as he does again and again.
He bites my earlobe, and a shuddering breath hits my ear, and I come again, just from that, just from being his.
Best. Punishment. Ever.
He pulls out of me and flips me over, fucks his seed deeper inside of me, and pulls out again. He shoves my knees to my ears like that first time he fucked me, the reverence on his face being worth every ounce of today’s bullshit.
“Who has their cunt stuffed full of my DNA, Baby? The only one I want to have my babies?”
My lashes flutter. “Me.”
His puffy lips are hot in my ear, “I would never even risk coming in someone else like this, Baby. I never could do it. I was the pull-out king. But with you, I begged, on that first day. The desire to breed you and make you mine, to have you make my babies, it was instant and unhinged. I’d never felt that urge before.
If people think that’s because of who your dad is, they’re mental.
It’s because you’ve always been mine, you just didn’t know it. ”
“Now I do.” I smile lazily as he kisses me so softly and slowly before he gets up to clean me. He even redresses me and brushes out my hair. And I cannot believe I just did that on set.
I beg him to go back to the hotel or take Kennedy to practice, but he refuses. “I’m staying until you’re done, and that’s that.”
I think it’s silly, but whatever. I have two more hours of filming, and I do my best to temporarily push him out of my mind to get back in character.
When I’m finally done, I am physically and emotionally drained.
I have six hours until I have to be on stage tonight in front of thousands of Jett’s screaming fans.
I tell myself I can handle anything, but then I see Jett.
He’s sitting on the steps of my trailer with his head in his hands.
“Jett? Jett, what’s wrong?”
He looks up at me with wet, anguished eyes, and I want to cry without even knowing why. I don’t need a reason; it’s just been that kind of day.
He stands up, grabs my bag from inside the door, and rushes up to me, linking my arm with his, pushing us off the lot.
He promises to tell me when we make it to the car, and I know it’s bad because TMZ is crowded around our ride.
I’m shaking as we make it through the crowd, and the door finally closes behind us.
“What the fuck, Jett?”
“Cover my fucking mouth, Baby.”
My eyes are wide, and my hands are shaking, but I do as he asks. As soon as I clamp my hand over his mouth, he lets out the loudest guttural scream into my palm. Every nerve in my body frizzles at the ends until I’m trembling everywhere.
All I can do is wait, and finally, he talks. “As a result of you and me acting reckless, and Lily being the world’s biggest cunt, your life and Mickie’s will never be the same. Fuck!”
He slams his fist on the leather seat over and over again. I lean over to rub his arm until he stops, “I’m sorry, I never should have taken that video.”
I’m frozen and shaking at the same time. I feel like there’s ice in my veins. My eyes are wider than a full city block. “The video?” I whisper.
A tear slips from his eye, and he pulls me against his side. “You didn’t know it, Baby, but you left our phones with the worst possible fucking person.”
Panic spreads through every system in my body. “I-I thought it was encrypted and couldn’t be shared.”
“I knew Lily’s brother was one of the best hackers in the country; I just didn’t know he had trained her, as well.”
My stomach lurches and threatens to spill everything I snacked on at craft services. Now I scream into my hand as a fat tear rolls down my cheek. “She shared the video? Oh my God! TMZ has the video?!”
His voice is not even a whisper as he squeezes my thigh in a death grip. “Everyone’s seen the video, Baby. I’m so, so sorry. My team is currently working on scrubbing it from social media; they’ve got it mostly off.”
Jett holds me tight as I cry into his shoulder, how massively we’ve fucked up, crushing me under the weight of it all. “Did Mum and Dad?”
Jett sighs into the shell of my ear, and I shiver. “Lola confiscated their phones before they could, thank God, but they know the details. They know how bad. They said it broke the top ten, if you know what that means?”
I sob and hiccup. “Top ten biggest messes we’ve ever had to clean up as a family.”
“Fuck!” Jett growls, slamming his fist into the seat again. “What the fuck was I thinking?”
“What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t! That’s the problem, I let her get into my head, and I fucked everything up.”
“I’m the one who was stupid enough to film that and keep it on our phones, Baby, this is my fault.”
By the time we’re near the hotel, Jett's poor shoulder is soaked from my tears. I was so devastated by the death of my reputation and surely my career that I forgot to really feel how devastated Mick must be until now.
“I have to talk to Mickie!”
Jett shakes his head sadly. “She won’t speak to anyone right now, not even Sy, and definitely not us.
He’s at the bar, and she’s locked everyone out.
I need to get you upstairs and put you in bed with Mum and Dad to rest. I ordered your siblings not to say one fucking word to you, and fuck, okay, the entrance is surrounded. ”
My throat is so thick with sorrow for Mickie and embarrassment for myself that I can’t swallow, and I can barely breathe.
There are Jett fans mixed with photographers everywhere as our car pulls up.
The driver pushes the crowd back enough to open the door, and Jett tries to shield me, but I still hear crazy shouts of shit like Maddy, did Jett force you against your will?
And his fans give me the death glare, and of course, there’s the hate her, freak, and slut.
I can’t, or don’t want to, believe my ears, let alone believe my life right now.
I cling to Jett for dear life, and once we’re in the lift, I crumple in his arms.
“We’re…” I hiccup. “We’re freaks, aren’t we? Everyone knows now.”