Chapter 31
Marcus
Sinking into the makeup chair, I throw my head back, closing my heavy eyes.
I spent the night tossing and turning, finally drifting off to sleep at around four.
But I was jolted awake by my alarm blaring at six for my morning run.
And for the first time in years, I dragged myself out of bed, forcing myself to go.
I assumed Lily would come to me last night after I told her I wasn’t done with her, but apparently, she was done with me.
This is casual. Stop being needy.
“Not looking so fresh this morning, Diaz.” The woman who has plagued my every thought towers over me, and I open one eye to glance at her.
Fuck she looks good this morning. A stunning emerald green fitted dress hugs her beautiful curves, the neckline dips just low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, and that gold necklace I never see her without is settled against her chest. “Eyes up here, Diaz.” I raise my eyes to meet hers, loving the spark in those deep jade irises.
“You look good, Chambers.” Joder, I sound like a sap. Two of the best nights of my life have me turning into a lost puppy, begging for a tiny bit of her attention.
“Wish I could return the compliment, but you look like shit.”
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t seem to sleep last night.” Leaning my head back and closing my eyes, I try to recalibrate my brain to not think about how her plump, pillowy lips would feel wrapped around my cock.
Her delicate palms rest on my shoulder as she leans down, her warm breath tickling my skin, making the hairs rise on my forearms. “Nervous?”
“A little bit.” About the show, her. All of it.
“I’ll make it easy for you today.”
“How are you going to do that?” I open my eyes. We’re so close I could capture her lips with mine.
“Just follow my lead.” She straightens, and I instantly miss her warmth. “He’s all ready for you, Trevor.”
Trevor? Who the fuck is Trevor?
“Morning Mr. Diaz.” A huge mountain of a man comes into the dressing room. He looks angry, red faced and I think he could snap my neck if I gave him half a chance. Instantly, my body locks up. I snap my gaze towards Lily when I spot the folded table in his mammoth hands.
“Erm. Morning.” I pull Lily down, gritting through my teeth, “Chambers, what the fuck is going on?”
“I saw you walk in earlier and how wound up you looked, so I booked you a treat.” The smile on her face is feral.
“What sort of treat?”
“A very relaxing one.” She drags out the words as she backs away.
“I’ll get set up over here, sir.”
“Great.” I force a smile into my voice. You’re dead, I mouth at Lily as she gives me a little finger wave.
“Ashley is on his way, Miss Chambers,” Trevor says, his booming voice sending my balls retreating into my stomach.
“Oh, that’s perfect, thank you, Trevor. I’ll just go get ready.
” She gives me a cheeky wink. As, who I assume is Ashley opens the door wide, giving her an appreciative look as she slips out.
The man looks like Chris Hemsworth on steroids with his huge biceps bulging from his white polo shirt, which is two sizes too small, and his face that looks like someone carved it from stone.
This prick is not putting his hands on Lily. No fucking way.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Diaz.” He beams his perfectly white, straight teeth at me. Of course he’s polite. I nod, and he goes to set up next to Trevor.
“Hey, Ashley, is it?”
“That’s right, sir.”
“I think—”
“I’m ready, Ashley.” Lily saunters back into the room wrapped in a white bathrobe, hair piled high on her head, looking fucking radiant. My heart literally stills.
“Great, Miss Chambers. I’m all set up, so I’ll leave you to get comfortable, and then I’ll be back.”
“Hang on, I think Ashley should massage me, Chambers.”
“Don’t be silly, Diaz. Ashley isn’t qualified to do the type of massage you need.” She sits on the edge of the table as both Trevor and Ashley leave.
“And what type of massage is that?” I start to unbutton my shirt, and she follows my movements before her eyes spring back up to my face.
“Sports massage, of course. You look a little stiff after yesterday.”
“I don’t want his hands on you,” I say defiantly, placing my shirt on the makeup chair. My eyes connect with hers, and I unbuckle my belt, sliding it slowly out of the loops.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s just a massage.” She shifts as I pull my pants down my thighs, stepping out, leaving me in just my boxers.
“Again…” I move to stand in front of her. “I don’t want his hands on you.” She lifts her chin definitely, but the lust swirling in her eyes is evident. “Do you understand?”
“I don’t take orders from you.” She smirks, undoing her robe so it drapes open.
“You’re playing with fire.” Lightly tracing the tip of my finger down and across her exposed flesh, I watch her stomach hollow out as I tease her sensitive hip bones, and her robe falls open, exposing all of her to me.
“You don’t really want his hands on you.
” Her chest heaves as I hook my finger under her panties, lightly caressing her bare flesh.
Knock… Knock.
“Are you ready for us?” Trevor’s voice booms through the closed door, and I raise an eyebrow at Lily. Her cheeks and chest are flush, as she parts her thighs slightly, giving me more access.
“Almost, Trevor,” she shouts back, a slight wobble in her voice. “We aren’t swapping masseuses, Diaz.”
“If you won’t change masseuse, Petardo, admit you’d rather it be me touching you.
” I press my thumb on her clit, and she bucks underneath my touch.
“You’d want me to run my hands all over you, teasing all those knots out.
” I press harder, rubbing in circles, and her mouth parts in surprise. “Admit it.”
“Fuck, yes, okay. I want that.”
“Good.” I pause and remove my hand from her, pleased that she’s still as needy for me as I am for her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Her eyes are wild as she stares, open mouthed, at me.
“Getting comfortable for my massage.” I reposition my blatant erection and settle on my table, my cheek resting on the cool fabric as I smirk at a very disheveled Lily.
“Not sure that was your best move.”
“No?” I question as she throws her robe to the side, standing baring herself to me, her tight nipples making my mouth water. But when she slowly turns, showing me her round, perfect ass in her thong, I can’t stop the growl that escapes.
“You’ve just worked me up, not allowed me to come on your hand, and then another man is going to have his hands all over me while you watch.” She grins. “Good luck relaxing. We’re ready, Trevor.”
I wince as I settle into my chair behind the sports desk next to Lily.
“Trevor has magic hands, am I right?” She isn’t looking at me; her gaze is focused on the screen in front of her, glasses perched on her petite nose.
“Not exactly what I would call his hands. More like torture devices.” I wince as I reach for my water.
“Ashley definitely managed to get rid of all my knots.” She sighs wistfully.
“I could tell by the way you were moaning, but they aren’t the same moans you make in my ear when you’re coming all over my cock.”
She chokes on her water and gives me a stern look, but her eyes are smiling. “They weren’t fake. How does it feel hearing how I really sound?”
“There is no way the noises you make when you’re taking my cock are fake. Your pussy squeezes me so fucking tight when you’re giving me those sweet moans that Ashley would only dream of coaxing out of you, so don’t fool yourself.”
The tip of her tongue pokes out as she wets her lips. “You’re moans from Trevor were not what I’m used to though. Maybe you do prefer a rougher, more manly touch.”
“There is only one person I want touching me, and it isn’t Trevor.” She blushes at my confession, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. I want to pull her onto my lap and finish what I started in that room. The vision of her laid out on that table for me is something I’ll never forget.
“Morning, dream team.” Leanne floats into the room, Niall and Jenna trailing behind.
“I’ve had my morning coffee and three orgasms. Let's get this show on the road.” She squints at me.
“Diaz, your eyes look puffy. Diana, sort him out, please.” Lily chuckles next to me and moves her gaze back to her script, as Leanne clicks her fingers and one of the makeup girls rushes towards me, a huge black makeup bag slung over her shoulder.
“Fuck off, Chambers,” I whisper at Lily as the young girl sets out her equipment to—as Leanne so nicely put it—sort me out.
“Kick off is at midday and we’ll be on air from eleven.
It will be you three and I’ve managed to pull some strings.
Frank Dubois will be an extra guest today.
” Frank Dubois is a legend in the football world.
Especially the French league. He has four Premier League winner medals, has won the Champions League six times with various clubs, and has won the World Cup twice, both times he captained the team.
Lily may be fangirling over Jenna, but I’ll be over Frank.
“Seriously?” Both me and Lily say at the same time.
“I am very persuasive when I need to be. Now he’ll be here in half an hour, so you can all prepare.
I’ll be back just before you go on air, but if you have any other questions before then, you can get me on my mobile.
” We all nod, but she continues to frown at me.
“Diana, I think Diaz is going to need a little bit more concealer. You need to get more sleep and hydrate, you look terrible,” she says before strutting out of the room.
“She says it as it is, doesn't she?” I say dumbfounded as I stare at the now closed door.
“She definitely does. Here.” Lily passes her unopened bottle to me. “Drink up.”
“Thanks. I guess.”