Текст книги "Protecting Her"

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Chapter Four

Hunter

I am so fucking beat. Most of my other jobs were for events. Keeping out unwanted guests and easy shit like that.

When I walked into that room and saw her today, I thought I was fucked. Until I saw the way her eyes darted to her mother when she realized who I was. I saw the fear, the need for approval and I knew that there was no way she would out herself. Having to pretend like I didn’t want to push her up against the wall and fuck the shit out of her all day was exhausting.

Knowing that she is asleep in the other room is driving me fucking crazy. I wonder what she sleeps in. A little silk number, a t-shirt that stops just below her beautiful ass, or nothing at all. I scrub my hands over my face in frustration. Ditching a girl after sex had never been hard but that’s because I didn’t have to work with them.

Get a fucking grip.

She’s just a girl.

Just another piece of ass.

Maybe a shower will break me out of this. What I really need to do is jack off. I grab a change of clothes and head to the bathroom. The suite is empty and I stop as I pass Sam’s closed door. I have to force myself to keep moving. I have no idea why the hell I am so drawn to this girl.

When I open the door to the bathroom, I almost blow a fucking load in my pants. Samantha is in the bathtub, surrounded by candles and bubbles gently floating around her. There is a slight humming noise, holy fucking shit. She’s getting herself off. She arches, her perfect tits rising out of the surface of the water. I smile as a moan rips through her lips and her body seems to tense, her mouth falling open as she comes back down from her high. I am trying to fight every instinct I have to go over there and show her how much better I could do it. How fast I could have her screaming my name. I can’t. I have my no repeat rule for a reason.

“I hope you were thinking of me.”

She jumps at the sound of my voice. “Hunter? Get the fuck out!” she grasps for a towel next to her and quickly stands up, wrapping it around her.

“Don’t stop on my account, cupcake.” I lean against the counter, taking in every inch of skin that I can see. God, this girl is fucking sexy.

“Do you have no boundaries?” Her voice is laced with annoyance and anger but it doesn’t deter me.

I take a step toward the tub. “You said you were going to bed. How was I supposed to know you were in here flicking the bean?”

“Ugh! I really can’t stand you!” She steps out of the tub but as she is trying to stomp away, slips. I reach out and catch her, taking advantage of the opportunity to have her pressed against me. She gasps as I lift her up, still keeping her close to me.

Once she’s stable, I can’t help but notice the way she smells like fresh strawberries. I dip my head down and run my nose up her neck, eliciting goosebumps across the rest of her skin. When I reach her chin, I pull back a little bit. I see the desire in her eyes. She wants me just as much as I want her. My attention is drawn to her mouth as her teeth grasp her bottom lip. I free it with my thumb before crashing my mouth against hers. Needing a piece of her. A taste of what I can’t let myself have.

I pull away and I swear it’s the hardest thing I’ve done in a while. She’s like a fucking magnet that I can’t resist. I walk out of the bathroom without a word. This job might pay a lot of fucking money but I don’t know how long I can handle this shit.

***

My alarm goes off at five the next morning and I almost throw my phone against the wall. I don’t know how Sam deals with this schedule. It is insane. When I was hired, they gave me her schedule for the week and I couldn’t believe it. I am surprised they don’t limit her to timed bathroom breaks. I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt before heading out to meet her.

I’m pouring a cup of coffee when I hear her door open. The sight of her stops me dead in my tracks. She is wearing the shortest pair of jeans shorts I’ve ever seen and a bright pink shirt that shows just the smallest area of her stomach. We haven’t even started the day and I already need a cold fucking shower.

“Close your mouth, you might catch flies.” She walks by me and I hear a laugh escape her lips. She’s fucking playing with me.

I follow her as she walks out of the suite and when we are in the elevator, I catch her looking at the spot I held her up against in the elevator at the venue. “I see you looking, cupcake. I know you are just waiting for the next time I have my hands all over you.”

She turns to me. “That is not going to happen again. I am done with your games, and I want no part of you.”

I move behind her, pulling her against me and grinding myself into her ass. “Baby, you know that you want me, a specific part of me in fact. You can try to deny it but I know that it was my dick you were thinking of last night when you were making yourself come.”

Her body shivers against me and I know that I’m affecting her; little does she know she is affecting me just as much. I can’t let her see that though; I can’t give her hope for something that could never be. I can’t let her in. I could never be what she deserves. The elevator door opens and I move around her, walking toward the lobby. It takes a minute, but soon I hear her fuck me heels clicking against the marble floor, letting me know that she is following me.

There is a crowd outside the hotel and it amazes me how these scumbags always know where she is. Half of the shit they shout at her as she is walking by makes me want to punch their fucking lights out. I hold the door open for her and climb in after her, shutting out the leeches. “Alright cupcake, what’s on the schedule for today?”

She glares at me. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

I smirk at her, knowing how much it pisses her off. “Don’t make me a liar now. I named you cupcake because you are so fucking sweet; if you start getting bitchy I might need to call you sour patch.”

She gives me the finger and then a smile graces her lips. “I have a photoshoot today, and then later tonight I have another performance.”

I want to ask what made her smile, but I decide to let her have a little bit of mystery. We pull up to a beach and I see a large area roped off. Her mother is standing next to a parking spot and flagging us down like we are a damn airplane. As soon as the truck stops, she opens the door on Sam’s side.

“What took you all so long? I have been waiting out here for ten minutes! I have told you before, Samantha Baker, that you cannot show up late. It gives people a bad impression of you. And you…” I look up and she is staring daggers through me. “It is your job, Mr. Stone, to make sure that she gets to her appointments on time. If you cannot handle that, then your services will no longer be needed.”

Sam gets out of the car but turns and peers over her mother’s shoulder and sticks her tongue out at me. I want to laugh, but at the same time, I want to lock her in this car and wipe that smile right off of her face. I can picture pulling her underneath me and covering her sinful body with mine, taking her again like I have wanted to from the moment I sunk myself into her. I’m getting hard just thinking about the sounds she made as I fucked her, the way she pushed back into me, begging for more.

“Yes, ma’am.” If I say anything other than that I might tell her mother to go fuck herself. I follow the two of them onto the beach and see a whole crew set up, cameras, a trailer, people scurrying around. Sam goes into the trailer and I’m left outside with the she devil.

“My daughter is beautiful, isn’t she, Mr. Stone?” Her mother looks over at me. How the fuck am I supposed to answer that?

Yeah, especially when she let me fuck her the first time we met.

Or how about, yeah I get a hard on whenever I’m within a few feet of her.

I decide against saying any of that and just giving her a nod. “Well, just remember you are here to keep her safe and nothing else. Keep your hands and other..” She looks me up and down. “…body parts to yourself. I will not have her involved with just anyone, especially with someone who cannot provide for her.”

What the actual fuck? This lady has a lot of damn nerve. If I didn’t need this job, I would tell her to fuck off.  I’ve never made as much money on any of my other assignments, so I just smile and nod when I want to push her face first into the sand.

“Samantha, hmmm, I don’t know about that outfit.” I turn to look at her and am speechless. She is wearing a gold sequin bikini; the sun is shining off of it and illuminating her skin. The girl has some dangerous curves and I don’t know how the hell I will last through this whole shoot without touching her. “What have you been eating?” She walks in a circle, inspecting every aspect of her. “You know I try to tell you how one day of cheating can hurt your body. I mean, you are lucky they had a big enough size for you.” My eyes bug out of my head at the nerve of this woman. I can’t believe Sam tolerates her.

Her mother walks away without a word and I can see the defeat in her eyes. I can’t not say anything. I walk up to her, grasping her chin in between my thumb and forefinger, lifting her head so our eyes meet. I know people might be watching but right now, I don’t care. My only concern is the beautiful girl standing in front of me, looking like she was just crushed. “Don’t listen to a fucking word she says. You look goddamn gorgeous. When you stepped out of that trailer, I stopped fucking breathing.” A tear slips down her cheek and I swipe it away. “Don’t let her get in your head. Go out there and rock that shit, cupcake.” She smiles at me and nods.

She walks off toward the water and I can’t help but stare at her ass.

I am in fucking trouble.

Chapter Five

Samantha

When my mother tore me down, I thought I might lose it. I wanted to crawl back into the trailer with my tail between my legs and put on a parka. I mean, the bathing suit was a small, I guess no one ever told her zero isn’t a size. She thinks I eat junk food when she isn’t looking, but I couldn’t if I wanted to. Every time I even look at something unhealthy I feel sick. She has engrained in me that I’m already too heavy and that junk food will make me look like a slob. No matter how hard I try with diets and exercise, I can’t make her happy. No matter how many people say how amazing I look, she is convinced that they are just being nice. This year I was ranked number five on the top one hundred sexiest celebrities; you should have heard the list of reasons she gave me for why I didn’t get number one.

When Hunter witnessed the exchange between us, I was so embarrassed. I never expected him to react or say the things that he did.  Before today, I was simply attracted to him; there was a sexual connection. After today, I’m scared to admit that I might want more, which is a scary thought because I know he won’t give that to me. I feel like when he looks at me, he sees the real person. Not the celebrity. Not the girl everyone wants a piece of, but me.

Having to do a photo shoot in a barely there bikini after being told I’m a heffer, isn’t really an ideal situation but like most things in my life, I just have to grin and bear it. Sometimes I wish that I could do a cute shoot with clothes on. The photographer starts with shots of me standing in front of the ocean and walking along the beach. Next, he has me lay down in the sand. I’m rolling around, letting it fall through my fingers and for a minute, I’m actually having fun.

“Samantha!” I hear my mother call from a few feet away. “Hold your head up straight! You need to hide the double chin.” My mood plummets, and I think the photog senses it.

“Okay, next series of shots are going to be in the water. I need you to go out at about mid-thigh level. Fair warning it’s cold, but I need you to push past it. Have fun with it.”

I nod and take a deep breath. When the first wave hits me, I let out a yelp. My shoulders rise up to my ears and I suck in my stomach in a lame attempt to get away from it. It is like ice water. Well, this should be fun. I get as far as I need to and then turn toward everyone. My eyes land on my mother, modeling poses she thinks my body looks best in. It would feel amazing to make her happy, just once. I am so not in the mood for this anymore.

I look for the photographer and he is standing right in front of Hunter. He starts to snap shots and I pretend I’m looking at him when the entire time my gaze never leaves Hunter’s. He is standing with his arms crossed in front of him as if he is unfazed, but I can tell different. His gaze drags over me, creating a heat that flows through my body, making the temperature of the water unnoticeable. I begin to move as he is watching. To everyone else I’m posing, but for him I’m putting on a show. I want him to want me. I want him to give into the urges that he is fighting.

I turn my back to him, looking over my shoulder and running my hand through my hair. I’m using every move I have and I hope he is as affected as I am. I have no idea why I want him to want me. All he has done since I met him is leave me hanging and make me crazy. There is something about him though, something that he hides. I see it in the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention. I felt it today when he helped me past my mother’s harsh words.

Hunter Stone is a mystery that I desperately want to solve.

“Alright, I think we have it!” The photographer calls out and I walk back toward everyone. I’m met with towels and start shivering immediately. I practically run to the trailer needing to warm up and get changed. My mother follows me and I really wish she would just leave me alone. I already know what’s coming.

“Okay, so let’s talk about the shoot.” After every photoshoot, appearance, performance she comes to me to talk about what areas I need to improve on. Last night, she couldn’t be bothered to actually stay to speak to me. I got a text with a list of improvements that need to be completed. I think if she ever gave me a compliment I would go into shock. “Your posture and posing need a lot of work. You need to figure out how to work with your body and hide your flaws until you can improve them. Have you been seeing that trainer?”

“Yes, Mother. Four days a week.” I pull on my shirt and try to push back the tears welling in my eyes.

“Let’s push it up to six days. You obviously need a more rigorous routine. Also, do not think I didn’t see the exchange between you and that boy. I will fire him in an instant if I even think there is something going on between the two of you. I will not have some middle class nobody drag you down. I’m sure he sees your money and fame as a way to get an easy ride. You need to use your head.” Her voice is so monotone, it’s like she is talking to me about the weather. What would she say if she knew he has already been inside me?

I pull up my shorts and slip into my heels. “Understood. I need to get to the meet and greet, then ready for the show tonight.”

I walk out of the trailer with no goodbye, no I love you, purely business as always. I see Hunter over at the lunch station. He is talking to one of the production assistants, and even from this far away, it’s clear that she is interested in him. Who could blame her? Guys like Hunter have this insane magnetism. I shake my head for thinking I could ever have him. He would never be with me and only me when he can have any girl he wants.

Everyone sees me as this confident person. The girl on the magazine cover, the girl who can walk around in barely anything on stage, the girl who doesn’t need anyone. It’s all lies. None of that is me. I’m the girl who hates to look in the mirror sometimes. The one who wants to hug the wall at parties for fear of everyone judging her. The girl who wishes she had someone in her life who cared. Someone who saw her, and not the person she pretends to be.

I walk away, not wanting to bother Hunter. I’ll just wait for him in the car. My stomach growls but I ignore it, hearing my mother’s words echo in my head. As I walk to the car, I try to take deep breaths. I need to push the emotions back down. I reach the car and climb in, needing to shut the world out for a few minutes so I can put the mask back on that everyone is used to seeing. I lean my head back against the seat, closing my eyes.

A knock jolts me out of my state. When I open my eyes, I see a figure in a black sweatshirt, a black bandana covering their face. I scream quickly, pushing the lock down on the door. The figure doesn’t move, but just stands there and even though I can’t see their eyes, I know they are trained on me. When they move toward the front door, I throw myself up there, pushing the button to lock all of them. The person raises their fist, slamming it against the window and I scream. Hunter isn’t that far away but with all the people, the sounds of the ocean, and the windows closed, he can’t hear me. What the hell do I do?

I look over and Hunter is still standing there, talking to her. I never saved his number in my phone. That’s when I see the button for the moon roof. I press it and as soon as the smallest opening appears, I scream for Hunter. His head immediately turns toward the car and he drops the food in his hand, running toward me. The figure lays a black rose on the hood of the car before running away. I sink to the floor of the car and curl into the fetal position. The walls of the car feel like they are closing in on me. Someone really is trying to hurt me. They came close today.

Would anyone have noticed?

Even if they did, nobody would really care.

Chapter Six

Samantha

My anxiety is setting in and everything is muffled. I hear banging, yelling. I think I can pick out Hunter’s voice. I want to open the door. I want to move. I can’t. I’m frozen. My body hurts as an ache radiates through my bones. Tears are streaming down my face but as much as I try, I can’t yell for help. It’s like my brain has stopped communicating with my body.

When I feel arms wrap around me, I try to struggle at first, pushing them away until I hear his voice. “Sam, you’re safe. I’m here,” he whispers next to my ear, his breath warming a patch on my neck. His touch calms the nerves that are on high alert. My body rests against him and when I look up we are sitting in the car, alone. My hands are gripping his shirt as if I’m holding on for my life. “Calm down.” His hand slowly runs up and down my back.

The door of the car opens and I see my mother. “Are you done now, Samantha? The paparazzi are eating up this little show you are putting on.” I look at her in disbelief. I can feel Hunter’s muscles tense underneath me. “Joe, get the car out of here now.” The door shuts and I start to cry again.

I know that she is my mother. I know that she loves me. Sometimes I just wish that she liked me.

Hunter’s arms tighten around me. He probably thinks I’m pathetic too. The girl who collapses after the littlest thing. The fact that I’m still on top of him like a damn baby doesn’t help either. I move to climb off of him but his hold keeps me in place. I look up into his eyes and am taken aback by the emotion I see behind them.

“Don’t put up the wall with me. You have every right to be upset.” It’s all he says, and it’s all I need to hear from him. Today has definitely changed my perception of Hunter. Before he was just an asshole that used me, threw me away, and thought I was a toy to be played with. Now he has shown me that he cares, even if it is just a little bit of progress. I feel like if I need him, he will be there for me. I shake my head, realizing how crazy I sound. I don’t matter to him. I’m a job. A paycheck. Just like every other person, man or woman, who has ever put in effort with me, I serve a purpose for him.

The car stops and I recognize the front of the hotel. “You think you can walk?” I nod my head, slipping on my sunglasses to try to hide my tear stained eyes. The door opens and Hunter takes my hand, leading me past the flashing lights and the heinous remarks being yelled at me. The elevator ride is quiet, and laced with an awkwardness that has never been present before.

When we get to the room, I walk to the couch and sit down, lying my head against the arm and closing my eyes. Maybe if I wish that today was just a dream, I will get a do over tomorrow.

“I’m sorry.” He takes a seat next to me.

I look up at him in confusion. “For what?”

“I should have been there with you. I can’t believe you aren’t more pissed at me. What happened is my fault. You could have been hurt and I would have been to blame. I’m sorry.” He isn’t looking at me but more just staring out the large window.

I touch his arm, causing him to look at me. “I don’t blame you. I would still be lost inside myself if you hadn’t been there for me. You were there when I needed someone to care. You have no idea how rare that is for me.”

His hand skims my cheek, and his eyes soften. His mouth parts slightly, as if he is trying to think of what to say. That’s when the door swings open. Hunter’s hand drops like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

“Mr. Stone you are dismissed. Your compensation was sent to your company.” No. She can’t do this. “I expect that you will keep quiet about anything you have encountered, as stated in the NDA you signed.”

“You can’t be fucking serious.” Hunter stands up. “What is you goddamn problem lady?”

My mother’s eyes go wide as she looks at him. “My problem is you not doing your job. That and I see the way you look at my daughter. She is not your kind, and as I made clear to you earlier, I will not have you trying to sink your claws into her.”

Earlier? What happened earlier?

“Maybe if you opened your eyes, you would see that your daughter went through some traumatic shit today and you treated her like a piece of trash afterwards.” His fists are clenched at his sides as he yells his response.

“Maybe if you weren’t flirting with that little tart on the production team, none of this would have happened. You obviously can’t be trusted with my daughter’s safety.” The mention of him interacting with that girl has jealousy coursing through my body, but it quickly disappears when my mother continues. “As I said, you’re dismissed.” Her hands fold over her chest as she tries to assert her authority.

“No.” They both turn my way. “It’s my safety at stake and I want him to stay.”

“Samantha, you can’t be serious.”

“I am.” I can tell she is shocked; I have never gone against a decision she has made for me.

“You need to let me handle this. You are obviously infatuated with him and can’t think straight.”

Hunter turns to me and seems to assess me before giving me a small smile. Ass. “I am thinking straight and I am saying that he stays.”

She looks back and forth between the two of us, her disbelief evident. “Have it your way, for now. When he gets you knocked up and you end up in some dingy apartment on welfare, I will tell you I told you so.” She leaves without another word, the door slamming after her. Sometimes her attitude really surprises me. We used to live in a dingy apartment and received aid. I guess that’s all easy to forget once you have money.

Hunter sits back down next to me. “You okay?”

I nod my head, taking a deep breath. “I’ve never disagreed with her. I usually just follow her lead and say yes. It actually felt good to say no.”

He laughs. “Why don’t you go take a bath and relax? Promise I won’t interrupt you this time.” He stands up and walks toward his room, but turns as he reaches the door. “Unless you want me to interrupt you.”

I throw the pillow at him, hitting his head. “You’re an ass.”

“Just thought I’d offer. Have fun, cupcake.” He winks at me before disappearing into the room.

He’s still an asshole, but an asshole with a sweet side.