Chapter Eleven - Kayla
Kayla
What the actual fuck was that?
I lean my back against the cold elevator wall, my ears feeling numb with pressure as it descends, making my heartbeat sound way louder than it has any business being.
”Over and over again until they beg me to stop.”
His husky voice echoes in my mind, the words repeating themselves in his rasped voice, sending a fucking shiver down my spine and goosebumps over my arms.
When he said it, I felt like I got caught something I shouldn”t be doing. As if he knew my deepest secret, exactly how I like to be treated in bed. For a second, it seemed he knew exactly how to push my buttons, how to get me going and God fucking damnit, he was successful.
And I fear I’ve admitted it with my reaction, judging by that cocky smile he shot me when he drew back.
I tried to distract myself with song writing, I really did. A melody popped into my head as we walked by the paparazzi on our way back, the sound of camera shutters aligning for the fraction of a second into a catchy melody I just had to record and get down.
It didn’t help much, though. His raspy voice echoed in my head over and over, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake it off.
I cross my legs, willing the tingly feeling in my pussy to go away.
Fuck.
I”m in so much trouble. How am I supposed to spend the next two months without sex? There”s just no way I can.
As soon as the elevator doors open, I run to the car waiting for me, curtly greeting the driver and telling him where to go.
No matter how much I try, I can”t will my thoughts away from Asher. I try to think of the halftime show, puppies, leaving our label—none of it helped.
If anything, trying to distract myself from his confession leads to remembering all the small things he did throughout the evening that made my cheeks grow warm, my heart flutter and my core tingle.
The way he shields me whenever I get in or out of the car?
Sexy as fuck.
The way he watches me like a hawk when we walk through a paparazzi crowd to make sure I’m alright? The way he went into jealous mode when I talked to Josh, appearing in the doorway like a phantom as we spoke?
Holy moly.
I”ve never had a guy take my coat in a restaurant, either. Which probably says more about my former boyfriends than Asher, though.
I shuck off my shoes and my eyes automatically wander to the flowers sitting on my dresser. I think he”s the first man who didn”t bring me a boring red rose bouquet to a date and one of the very few who have brought me flowers at all.
No wonder if his mom owns a flower shop in Philly, but still. He could have gotten me a pitiful bouquet of daisies or buttercups from the nearest supermarket if it were only an obligatory one.
I let my finger glide over the fragile petals of a yellow rose, sighing when they move under my touch.
With an even deeper sigh, I continue on to my bedroom, my phone a heavy weight in my hand.
I”m so tempted, so fucking tempted to call Jacques, one of my friends in Philly, whom I usually meet up with when I’m in the area. He”s a master at what he does, until today the only man who almost made me pass out from an orgasm. And he had a grand time doing it, that”s for sure.
I didn’t get around to calling him after we got here and I mean, who fucking knew I”d fall into this mess called Asher?
But I can”t risk it. As much as I want to be plowed into a mattress and come until I see heaven, not if it means risking Millie and Luca getting found out or being on the receiving end of internet backlash for breaking Asher”s heart. That’s not worth it.
With long strides, I walk over to my nightstand and pull the drawer open with a quick yank, having a look at my silicone friends I brought with me.
None of them catch my eye. None of them seem like they”ll satisfy what I need right now. Fuck.
I take off my shirt and slip out of my skirt and tights, anyways. They might not be ideal, but hell, they are better than nothing.
Throwing my clothes aside, I climb into my bed, sighing at the feeling of the sheets against my bare skin. Slowly, I let my hands wander over my skin, palming my breasts and pinching my nipples before I let them glide between my legs.
I”m so fucking wet already, only from his words echoing in my head and the image of his face buried in my pussy.
My fingers slide through my folds, finding my clit and circling it once. Then twice. A sigh escapes my lips when I leave it, my fingers dipping inside my hole.
Finding sex toys that work for you is such a journey. Some are too big, others to small. The amount of time and vibrators I had to try out before I found one that curved deliciously right for me? Let’s just say I bought like five, just in case the one I’m using ever died.
Reaching for my toys blindly, I find my perfect silicone friend with ease. The little hum as it starts to buzz sends a shiver down my spine, and I wet my lips as I lead it over my body down to my pussy.
A small moan falls from my lips as I glide it along my clit before I position it at my entrance, letting it buzz against it.
I”m so damn wet, it slips off before it finally breaches me and I can push it deeper and nudge it into position, my breath hitching when the vibrations stimulate me just right.
Oh, fuck yes, this hits the spot.
The buzz is subtle but definitely present as I let my thoughts wander back to earlier this evening. The way Asher”s eyes seemed to darken, his face right next to mine and his breath on my skin.
”Over and over again.”
I moan, palming my breast with one hand and circling my clit with my fingers. What would have happened if I stayed? My brain seems up for the little daydream.
The moment of staring at each other probably wouldn”t have ended. I reach for a second toy, a little egg vibrator for a little extra fun, and start it.
I don”t know how, but we would have made it to his bedroom, stumbling, hitting the walls as he devoured my mouth the way he’d devour my pussy. He”d push me on the bed, not even taking off my clothes before he would have buried his head between my legs.
I groan when I push the little vibrator against my clit, slightly adjusting my position.
”Ahh, fuck!” The new angle is just right for the vibrator inside me. Pressure already starts building in my core as my pleasure intensifies.
He’d tear a hole into my tights, pushing my panties aside before he’d nestle his face in my pussy, his rough beard making the little hair on my skin stand up. I would have buried my hands in his hair as he”d make me lose my mind with his tongue, his fingers, and his fucking sexy hoarse voice.
If this evening taught me anything about him, it”s that he’s very confident in his sex skills, and I’m equally confident that he can actually back up those words.
He”d eat my pussy like a man starving, bury his face in my cunt like he needs it to breathe. His tongue would make me see heaven, let me fall, then fly again just before hitting the ground.
There”s no way he”d let me come quickly. He”d be a fucking tease about it. Bring me closer to release, then stop until I beg him to let me come.
My pussy starts quivering, my core already tightening as I picture him going at it between my legs.
I”d tighten my hold on his hair and push him against my folds, waiting for him to do something and he”d look up at me with that cocky, mischievous glint in his eyes before pushing his fingers into me and fucking me with them until I came apart right under his touch.
And suddenly, I”m there, not only in my fantasy.
”Fuck!”
My whole body starts trembling and I throw the little vibrator somewhere beside me, my fingers circling my clit, keeping my orgasm going and going, the vibrations inside me fogging my brain.
One isn”t enough.
I keep my fingers where they are, my other hand gripping the base of the vibrator inside me. The slightest pull and push, slow thrusting as my fingers abuse my clit, is enough to announce my next orgasm approaching, even bigger, more gratifying than the one before as I imagine it’s him touching me.
Holy fuck.
”Ash-ahh. Fuck,” I curse as my fingers quicken, and before I know it, fireworks go off behind my eyes and my whole body shakes with pleasure again.
Holy shit.
I pull out the vibrator, heavy breaths the only sound in the room as I turn it off and throw it somewhere onto the bed as I put my forearm over my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
Wow. I feel better now. Clearer in the head, all the more questioning what the fuck just happened.
Do his words seriously have this kind of effect on me? This much power?
What the hell is Asher doing to me? And how can I stop it?
I”m still rattled three days later. Mike is already annoyed with me for not having my head in the game—or rather, dance—because I just can”t get anything right today. I lose the beat, walk the wrong direction, I’m just a mess.
I haven”t seen Asher since that eventful evening. We also haven”t messaged.
Which suits me fine, because I have no idea what to even say. I finally jumped over my own shadow and added his number to my contacts, though, so that’s something.
I”m not sure what I was expecting. Not for him to appear in front of my apartment door in the middle of the night to profess his undying love, apologize for the unwarranted jealousy and fuck me into oblivion, that”s for sure, but maybe a message?
Somethingthat would make whatever is happening between us not seem as awkward as our last conversation left it.
”Is everything okay?” Millie asks during our water break, a worried wrinkle popping up between her eyebrows as she twists her bottle open.
”Yeah,” I say with a curt nod, but I can see in her face that she”s not buying it. ”Everything’s alright. I”m just a bit overwhelmed. New choreography, new remix, so little time . . . ”
”New relationship,” she adds with a grin. ”Have you seen what they”re all saying online?” I shoot her a glare. I can’t believe she’d keep tabs on what our fans post about Asher and me. We’re supposed to stay off the internet when we’re not posting ourselves. Not that I’m adhering to it, but I’m also not the one the internet has mean shit to say about. “Come on, you know I’m nosy.”
”Of course you are,” I say with an eye roll, then I add more quietly: “And of course I know.”
Especially after our last outing, I couldn”t help but snoop around a bit. In fact, I spent half a night doom scrolling various social media platforms. Which didn”t help with this newfound infatuation at all. If anything, it fed into my delusions.
Our fans love us. Like, obsessively.
The way I feel about Millie and Luca, wishing for them to be the end game for each other? That”s how our fans feel about Asher and me, and while it’s flattering of course, it”s also driving me up the wall, knowing it will never happen for real.
Do you see the way he looks at her? I”m 100% sure that man would kill for her.
Okay, but do you see how she blushes when their eyes meet?
Where can I find a man who”ll look at me like I hung the moon?
And I hate to say it, but I can see it? On the pictures the paparazzi released, he looks firm and angry whenever he”s facing the cameras. But when he looks back to check on me?
His expression seems to soften, the wrinkles wander from between his eyebrows to the corner of his eyes as he smiles, and God fucking damnit, they”re right that I was blushing when he did that. I never even realized.
He really is a good actor.
”Well, speaking of the devil.” Millie nods toward the door to our dance studio where Asher pops his head inside, his face lighting up when our eyes meet.
Fuck. No. Not now. This just cannot be happening. Absolutely not.
I can’t believe this self-absorbed actor with the humor of a toddler makes my heart flutter and warmth creep into my cheeks. No fucking way.
He waves me over to him and to my own annoyance, I realize that a small smile is tugging at my lips and my heart is doing a series of somersaults inside my ribcage. Fuck.
”Hey, what”s up?” I ask him when once I am a bit closer to him and don’t need to shout through our rehearsal room.
”Can you step out for a bit?” I raise my eyebrow at him, but he just grins right at me, not revealing what’s going on.
I look at Mike, but he just makes a shooing motion with his hands. Guess I have my answer.
”Apparently, I can.”
”Perfect.” He opens the door wider and pulls me out into the corridor where I”m suddenly facing two more people. ”My parents came over and I wanted to introduce you.”
My heart starts beating wildly in my chest, but for a vastly different reason now, my blood turning ice-cold and the hair in my neck standing up.
What the actual fuck?
I force myself to breathe and shoot Asher a glare, but he”s completely oblivious, talking to his parents.
”Mom, Dad, this is Kayla. Kayla, these are my parents, Jade and Ellis.” I force myself to put the smile on my face and offer both of them my hand. His dad shakes it, but his mother immediately pulls me into a hug. I freeze, muscles tensing in her hold, but she pays it no mind.
”I”m so excited to meet you! We have heard so little about you yet,” she says and shoots Asher a glare. I begin to relax, only a tiny bit.
She seems nice, with her blonde bob, bright orange blouse and earrings almost half as big as her face, but that doesn”t change the fact that I am in no fucking mood or even position to fucking meet his parents?
”Likewise.” I do my best to sound cheerful, even though all I want to do is rip Asher a new one. Or run away, hide in a corner and cry because I’m so fucking overwhelmed right now. ”So lovely that you”re visiting your son at work.”
”Actually, Van asked me to give them a tour,” Asher can”t help but point out. Hell fucking yes, at least I have a quick out.
”Well, that”s nice.” I roll my eyes, making his mother chuckle. ”While you do that, I”m afraid I have to get back to my own work. It was so lovely to meet you.”
I give them a little wave and shoot Asher another glare once I turn around to walk back inside.
That bastard has the gall to look at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrow, like he has no idea what he did wrong. At least he seems to understand that I”m angry. I mean, I can”t exactly tear into him in front of his parents, but holy fuck am I angry. Not even my parents themselves ever managed to evoke that kind of fury in me.
”See you later, Honey.”
He flinches at the nickname, or at the venom in my voice as I say it, but before he can answer, I close the door behind me, leaning my back against it and looking to the ground, letting my hair fall in front of my face and taking a few calming, deep breaths.
”What was that about?” Millie asks curiously when I finally gather myself enough to walk up to her and I shake my head.
”Asher had the grand idea to introduce me to his parents while I”m sweaty from dancing and without any warning,” I grumble.
Mike takes one look at me, then bites his lips to not break into laughter and shakes his head, before turning around and walking back to his bag.
”Five more minutes,” he shouts, and I give him a thankful thumbs up through the mirror and turn back to Millie.
”Wait, his parents?” Her eyes are wide as saucers and her mouth drops open. “What the hell are his parents doing here? Wait, does he know?”
I nod and her mouth pops open in disbelief. “Wow, what a dick. But why didn”t I know we can bring our parents? If mine knew that, they wouldn”t have booked their trip to England.”
”Because his dad is the CEO of one of the sponsor companies of this damn thing,” I tell her, and her eyes grow even wider.
”And he”s making you meet them like this?” She looks me up and down, her eyebrows scrunching together. ”No offense.”
”Absolutely none taken.” I sigh and wipe a drop of sweat off my forehead.
”Wow.” She leans back on her elbows and blows a strand of hair out of her face. “The gall of that guy.”
”I know, right?”
By now, my blood has turned from ice cold to anger hot.
How fucking dare he? I can”t believe I spilled my guts about my parents to him, only for him to throw his own into the mix without at least having the decency to warn me.
Even without my backstory, a little warning would have been the least he could do! I mean, in general, no matter the type of relationship, dating, fake dating, friendship, making a good first impression is kind of the goal of meeting parents, isn’t it?
Our relationship might be fake, but if we act like it”s real, a good first impression should have been the goal, right? He could have chosen a day where we have vocal training, hell, he could have told me and I”d have found a shower in the stadium and brought fresh clothes to meet them after dance rehearsal. But in the middle of it?
What a fucking dick.
I reach for my bottle of water and take a big gulp before throwing it into a corner and walking to the middle of the room. I”m so fucking angry, my whole body is prickling with the need to let it out.
And to Mike”s delight, that means I”m pushing it all into dancing.