The Billionaire and The Pop Star (7 page)

I left my seat
and headed backstage just before the last number ended. I cold hear the roar of
the crowd as she bid them goodnight for the second time after giving them the
encore they’d asked for.

I was in the
shadows sort of, behind this huge potted plant, when she came back followed by
the rest of the band, and the asshole. “ Hey I’m talking to you.” He reached
out to grab her arm and she pulled it out of his reach.

“The show is
over Donnie we have nothing more to say to each other for the rest of the
night.”

“That’s what
you think. Where did you get this?” he tried touching the mark I’d left on her
neck. She slapped her hand over it and backed up.

“That’s none
of your business.”

“It is my
business when my woman is sporting a hickey from some other dude.”

“Your woman,
are you insane? We’ve been over for months now would you please
get
out of my way?” She tried going around him and by this
point I’d seen all I needed to. I started forward but before I could reach them
he’d reached out and grabbed her and was trying to kiss her. The amazing this
was that there were others heading backstage and no one seemed to witness the
almost assault that was taking place right in front of them. That could be
because their voices had been kept low throughout this whole exchange.

As soon as his
hand fisted in her blouse I was on him. “Get the fuck off her asshole.” I flung
his hand away and got between the two of them. You could say I was pissed but
trying to contain it. I was no longer angry about the display on stage, I knew
that was all him and though the world might see a very well coordinated dance
routine, that’s all that it was. But this was something more, this was personal
and this I would not allow.

“Who the fuck
are you,
Shiane
who’s this asshole? Is he new
security? Tell him who I am before I sue his ass.”

 
“Listen you little shit, if you come
anywhere near her again I’ll break every bone in your fucking body.” He looked
at her wide eyed when he realized I meant every word. Then he stupidly reached
out for her again, grabbing her hand this time and I saw red.

I punched him
in the face until blood spurted from his mouth. Only the fact that he was so
much younger than I, kept me from following through. I grabbed her hand and
pulled her out behind me mad as hell.

I didn’t have
a jacket to give her this time but thankfully she was more covered up. “Did you
leave anything back there that you needed?” I asked her after we were in the back
of the car on the way home. She called one of her assistants to gather her shit.

That night I
fucked her like a beast, there wasn’t any part of her body that I didn’t lick
bite or kiss. At one point she’d cried because it was too much. I ate her
little pussy until the sting was eased and then slid back into her.

We were both
sore by the time I rolled away from her as the sun was rising. Dragging her
into my arms I cuddled her as we slept.

The next day I
was all over the fucking front page, just what I needed. Some hack had been
there taking pictures of the whole thing and the story broke. That’s how we
were found out and since that night we couldn’t leave the house for weeks
without a camera in our face.

Things cooled
down when they realized they weren’t gonna get anything more from us and my
security was very good at evading their asses. They had no access to my private
underground parking garage and since I had a whole fleet of cars to choose from
they never knew which one we were in if I felt like taking my woman out for
dinner.

Since I didn’t
frequent the kind of establishments that catered to the paparazzi or that hired
people who’d tip them off to us being there, we were left relatively in peace
after the hubbub had died down

Now it’s the
night of the last show and she was pissing me off. We’d had an argument of
sorts that morning, well I wouldn’t call it an argument exactly but there was
definitely some tension.

We were lazing
around having breakfast doing our usual thing, which was
something
the therapist had told her was helpful for her anxiety. I was reaching over to
pour her some orange juice when she sideswiped me. “Trace are we gonna get
married?”

She caught me
off guard with that one, coming out of the blue like that and I guess I didn’t
handle the situation to her liking. “Why don’t we talk about this later after
you’re done with the show?” it was the best I could come up with on such short
notice.

For some
reason my answer pissed her off. She’d been showing her mettle a lot here
lately once she realized I wasn’t the type to fold my fist and punch her in the
face just for kicks.

After she
asked me that she got
all quiet
for the rest of the
day and when she wasn’t slamming shit around the house she was ignoring me. I
decided to leave her to her mad and do some work in my office.

Two hours
before she was due to leave I cornered her in the shower and fucked her against
the stall although she’d tried to give me shit at first.

“Mine, you
don’t tell me no ever no matter how fucking pissed you are.” I had my hand
covering her wet crotch when I said that and moved it away to enter her
swiftly. As much of a fuss as she’d made by the time I had her pinned to the
wall, her legs were wrapped around my waist and her fingers were digging into
my scalp as I fucked her to within an inch of her life.

She’d cleaned
my cock off after I’d off loaded inside her the second time and we’d cleaned
each other up after so I was under the impression that she was over her mad.
Now she pulled this fucking stunt.

 
We’d had a few conversations about the
way she dressed on stage and when she let it be known that she wasn’t too
comfortable with some of the costumes either but her wardrobe people chose
them, I’d put my foot down. Her talent didn’t need any gimmicks.

I didn’t
expect her to dress like a nun on stage but neither did I expect her to show
her ass to the world, not when that ass was now the exclusive property of Trace
McKenzie.

I waited until
the number was almost at an end and she would be headed backstage for a clothes
change. I caught her as soon as she got off the stage and while her helpers
were waiting to help her change I dragged her off to the dressing room and
locked the door. “Your next outfit had better be something more presentable
Shiane
, or I swear to fuck, I will drag your ass off that
fucking stage and take you home.”

“Don’t tell me
how to do my job Trace, I was doing this before we met and if you don’t like
it…”

My hand came
up and went around her throat and I pulled her face close to mine. “Watch what
the fuck you say to me little girl, I’m holding onto my temper by a thread, so
unless you want me to heat up your little ass when we get home you’d better
quit while you’re ahead.”

“Maybe I won’t
be going home with you.” She was pissed and obviously not thinking too clearly
because of it or she would’ve been more careful. I laughed in her face. “Try
it, there isn’t a hole or rock big enough to hide your ass. And if you get any
one of these fuckers around here to help you hide from me I will destroy the
fuck.” I kissed her hard enough to bruise her lips before leaving her there. I
knew what she wanted but she was just going to have to wait. I’m a man and for
a man there’s always the right way and a wrong way to do things.

I headed back
out my seat and that’s when she really did it. I thought I’d made my point when
I saw the long dress with the slit up the front. But then one of the male
dancers came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her from behind while she
sang to him and they did some
sorta
two- step dance.
Then he did something with his hand and the dress was at her feet.

She kicked it
out of the way as the crowd went wild. She had the nerve to dead at me was she
sang and then and shook her ass at the crowd. I thought there was going to be a
riot.

I sat there
for the rest of the set until she left the stage for the last time. By now my
rage was a cool controlled anger simmering inside me. I said nothing as I went
backstage where everyone was congratulating her on her performance. “Let’s go.”

I walked over
and took her elbow.”

“Wait I have
to…” one look at my face had her changing tact. She swallowed hard and I could
see from her expression that she was finally getting that she’d gone too far.

All the way in
the car I sat away from her while she kept shooting me furtive looks. I kept my
face straight ahead and my fists clenched as they hung between my thighs. If I
did anything else I’m afraid I might strangle her ass.

As soon as we
got through the doors of home I grabbed her arm and headed for the bedroom and
straight to where I kept the belt I used to wail her ass. “Stop Trace you
can’t.” She tried to
pulling
away from me which only
enraged me more.

I grabbed the
belt and was about to bring it down over her ass, not even waiting to get her
undressed I was so pissed. “I’m pregnant.” Well fuck, that sure stopped me in
my tracks. “What did you say?”

“You can’t
spank me, I’m pregnant.” I dropped the belt and stared down at her. There was
something strange going on with my heart. It was beating yes, but the rhythm
was off somehow. I felt a buzzing in my ears and I thin I lost sight there for
a second.

“You’re
pregnant?” I pulled her around to stand in front of me. She nodded and looked
down at her feet. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just found
out, I was going to tell you, then I asked you that question this morning and
you blew me off.” the memory seemed to renew her anger and she glared at me. “I
wasn’t about to try to trap you with a baby, I don’t want to marry someone who
doesn’t really want me for me, I’ve had one asshole in my life already.”

I grabbed her
neck and lifted her off her feet. “I told you never to throw that fucker in my
face. Just because you’re carrying my child do not think for one minute that I
won’t heat your little ass up.

“What the fuck
ever gave you the idea that I didn’t want to marry you?”

“You said…” She
raised her voice and started to yell.

“Watch your
fucking tone, you’re skating on thin fucking ice. What the fuck ever gave you
the idea that I’m the
kinda
man who needs his woman to
propose to him? That’s my place, not fucking yours no matter what some feminist
new age fuck says.”

“Well it
didn’t look like you were gonna ask, now if you do, I’ll always know it was
only because of your precious child.”

I dragged her
into the closet and over to the safe I kept hidden there. It took me a few
tries to get the combination I was that fucking pissed.

Opening the
safe I retrieved the little velvet box I’d kept there for months.

“I bought this
two days after we met. I was waiting for you to be finished with this before
giving it to you. “Trace I…”

“Save it, I
told you once I won’t pay for what that asshole did to you. Not that that’s
clear let’s talk about that shit you pulled tonight.”

“I thought you
didn’t want me, I thought…”

“So you
thought to get back at me by doing something that was sure to piss me off. Just
a warning for the future babe, you do not ever want to piss me off. I’ll be
lenient with you when it comes to certain things, but outright disobedience
will not be acceptable, not now not ever.

“You want me
to leave your ass you pull a stunt like this again. If I say no it means
fucking no do you hear me?”

“Yes.” She
mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re too
fucking spoilt for your own good. I’m not sure if I should let this slide, but
I don’t want the news of my child’s conception to be marred by this fuckery, and
since you’ve spoiled my proposal you can live with that shit.”

I took the box
from her hand and put the five-carat diamond on her finger. This was not how
I’d wanted this to go. I’d had everything planned out. I was going to take her
to Paris since that was her favorite place and propose to her there in one of
their over priced swanky restaurants. That’s not my style but it’s hers so I
was willing to do it to make the night special.

I didn’t make
love to her that night. Not because of any punishment or anything like that, I
think I was just overwhelmed a little if you
wanna
know the truth. I’d gone from extremely pissed and ready to heat up her ass, to
learning that I was going to be a daddy or a dad.

Instead I
helped her get ready for bed and held her as she gave into the fatigue of the
long day and night. Once again I recalled my childhood, the always wanting,
never having and never any hope of having. And the hunger, humiliation,
all
the things you can expect from a young boy whose parents
neglected him.

And then when
Lily came along, my beautiful little sister, I remembered the fear in my gut
that I wouldn’t be able to protect her. She was the one and only baby I’d ever
held in my arms, and the love I’d felt then, couldn’t be compared to what I felt
for the unborn child
Shiane
now kept safe in her
womb.

I thought of
her upcoming tour and knew there was no way I would let her go off on her own,
not in her condition. I came to the conclusion that it was time I delegated
more at work.

 
I had men and women that I’d hired, the
best in their fields, sometimes straight out of college, but had yet to trust
anyone to do what I did. It was an easy decision to make now, whereas before
the thought gave me cold sweats.

I took the
hand with my ring on it and kissed her finger as I hoped and prayed that I
would get this right, then being as gentle as I could and not awaken her. I
lowered my body until my lips were in line with her still flat stomach and made
a promise to my son or daughter.

“Daddy will
always be there little one, no matter what; I can’t wait to meet you.” I felt
the tears gather at the corner of my eyes, and though it had been years since
I’d shed one, I let them fall. My heart had never been so full in my life.

I held her
until the dawn and that’s as long as I could hold out before taking her.
Turning her silky soft body onto her back, I kissed my way down her body,
stopping at her breasts. I took the nipple of first one into my mouth, licking
and sucking, pulling strong as I imagined one day my baby would, before going
to the other.

By the time I
made my way down to her sweet cunt, she was writhing beneath me. I licked her
clit until it was peeping out from under its hood, then spreading her pussy
lips open, I closed my eyes and feasted on her flesh, her taste bursting into
my mouth as I dug deep with my tongue.

Sliding up her
body, I slid into her going deep with one smooth thrust. Her eyes were
sleep-warm as she looked up at me. With my hands holding both sides of her
head, I held it back so I could look into her
eyes
as
I loved her. “I love knowing my child is inside you.” I let one of my handles
cover her stomach between us for a brief moment before gathering her in close.

“Give me your
mouth baby.” She lifted her lips to mine and we stayed like that, our lips
locked together passionately as I worked my cock in and out of her, her hips
rising and falling with my thrusts. It was the most amazing experience of my
life so far, and there was so much more to come. I’ll make sure of it.