Текст книги "Child Star: Part 1"

Автор книги: J. J. McAvoy

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“Amelia, I’m going to need you to take off your bra. It’s showing through the sheets. Where is my 39mm lens?”

My eyes widened, and I didn’t move for a second.

“You look petrified,” Noah whispered in front of me. “What happened to skin being skin?”

 I felt like shit, but sat up some and reached behind me anyway. I slid off my bra and tossed it aside before laying back down.

“If you are like this during the shoot, how will you be during the movie?”

“Can you not…?” I barely managed to say, my voice wavering. “Can you just give me a break for a few minutes, please?”

I took a deep breath, trying to remind myself why I was here. But I kept seeing all the faces in the room.

“Amelia…Amelia, look at me.”

When I looked at him, he put his forehead on mine, just like he used to.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you remember our first time?” he asked, not moving away.

“Noah, this isn’t—”

“You forgot?”

“No.” I frowned. “I remember being completely embarrassed and exci—why?”

“Just go back to that moment with me, okay? Just go back to when were teenagers, excited and nervous and terrified of getting caught at Graham’s after party. Go back to how we felt afterward.”

I smiled. “You said you wanted to do it every day.”

He grinned. “You said you’d let me. Just focus on that. There is no one else here. Just our younger, dumber selves.”

Swallowing, I nodded.

“Alright, test done. Both of you, wrap up in each other’s arms. Raw and sexy.”

Doing my best to ignore the photographer, I focused on Noah, who reached under me and lifted me off the bed. My arms wrapped around his neck, our lips hovering over each other.

I asked myself, what would sixteen-year-old me do?

I sat up on my knees. He made sure to pull me closer to hide my breasts. However, I felt…his friend…press up against me. Hard.

“Noah,” I said, unable to contain my smile.

He smirked. “What can I say? I feel eighteen again.”

“Beautiful, guys. Amelia, turn around and hold on to the bed frame.”

I held on to the sheets and did what he asked. The moment I let go of the sheets, Noah’s arms wrapped around my breasts, holding me tighter.

“Amelia, give me orgasmic.”

I could still feel Noah against my ass, this time with his chest pressed up against my back. Leaning in, he whispered again. “You remember that? How I’d bury myself deep inside you, how loud you were for me, how you used to ride me, your lips parted, sweat dripping down all over you? Everyone thinks you are this good girl, Amelia, but I know a side of you that no one else could ever know. Not even with this movie.”

“Brilliant! Let’s do some solos and then break.” The photographer snapped us back to reality.

The moment he spoke, Noah let go of me and rose from the bed, leaving me breathless, horny, and shaky in the middle of the bed, gripping the sheets to my chest.

“Nice, Amelia,” the photographer spoke, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Noah as he left the room, not even looking back.

God help me. I wanted…I wanted to be back in his arms.

I wanted the Amelia he whispered about.

What the hell was wrong with me? Noah and I were a train wreck.

I wasn’t going to mistake lust for anything else.

Noah

“What did you say to her?” Austin asked me as he handed me a bottle of water when I got back into my suite.

“Nothing.”

“That didn’t look like nothing—”

As I glared at him, he thankfully shut up. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes, I walked out to the balcony, expected it to be just as sunny as it was this morning. However, the skyline was covered in thick, dark clouds, and the rain poured down with no end in sight. But I didn’t mind. I love—

“It’s raining!”

There, to my left, standing on her very own balcony with a large grin on her face, was none other than Amelia. The makeup was wiped from her face, and she was dressed in a red robe. However, the most stunning thing about her was the smile that graced her face. She pushed a button on the railing, and the umbrella over the balcony retracted. Outstretching her arms, she accepted the water as it poured over her. Laughing to herself, she spun around once more. However, the moment she finally came around to me, she stopped dead in her tracks. The smile on her face faded almost immediately.

She’s still so beautiful.  

Her blue eyes dropped to the cigarette between my fingertips.

“No one wants to kiss someone who smells like an astray.”

I smirked. “They would if they got paid to…like you.”

“Amelia, have you lost your damn mind?” Her manager, Oliver, rushed out on balcony and slammed his hand on the button for the umbrella to expand overhead again. “What have I told you? You can’t afford to get sick right now.”

When he looked to me, he froze in place. Nodding to him, I proceeded to look back out at the city, blowing smoke from my nose. I heard him mutter something to her and the door click closed behind them. The dark clouds above roared as they moved through the sky, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“‘But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Amelia is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief…’” I whispered to no one but myself.

Chapter Four

Noah

“Ugh,” I groaned, rolling over and grabbing a pillow to block the light.

“We have a problem,” Austin stated, seriously.

Patting down the bed, I reached for my phone. When I saw the fucking time on it, I fought the urge to throw it at his head.

“It’s 3:00 am. My problems can wait.” My call time for set tomorrow…wait, today was at 5:45. He’d stolen two hours of sleep from me.

“Your father’s in the lobby. This can’t wait.”

I felt a chill go up my spine, and I stayed still for a second before rolling back over to place my phone on the bedside table.

“Wake me up in two hours.”

“Noah, you know him. He will make a scene, and he will not leave until you go down there.”

Grabbing the remote from the table, I turned off the bedroom lights.

“Fine, I’ll figure it out,” Austin sighed.

“There isn’t anything to figure out. He’s out of money, so pay him and tell him to go,” I muttered as the door shut behind him.

 Had it been four months already? Frank was like a clock. He needed to be reset every 121 days. It didn’t matter how much I gave. He’d always manage to blow it. It was a talent, really. He was gifted when it came to spending money. But ask the man to take care of his own kids—hell, to tie his own goddamn shoes—and he was as useless as a fly. I had gotten emancipated at fifteen, yet still, he had a death grip on me.

Sighing, I sat up from the bed, walked toward my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans along with a blue cotton shirt before heading out to the living room. Austin glanced back at me, the phone still at his ear.

“He’s in the lobby.” He hung up the phone, handing me a small carry-on bag. After all, Frank wasn’t a check person. “Do you want me to come—”

“I’ve got it.”

“Noah,” he called out when I reached the doors.

Pausing, I didn’t look back, already knowing what he was going to say. But part of me needed to hear it anyway.

“You aren’t that kid anymore. Don’t let him get to you.”

Nodding, I made it only four feet and stopped right outside Amelia’s suite door, room 2340. I had no intention of knocking or seeing her. I had no idea what I was doing, honestly, but my feet wouldn’t move. So I stood there quietly, like a stalker, until seeing my “father” didn’t feel like walking into hell.

If she saw me, she’d probably slam the door in my face. No, she’d curse me out and then slam the door in my face. Christ, that woman had a temper. I still couldn’t believe she threw a shoe at me. Amused at the memory, I found myself moving toward the elevators. However, the motion was short-lived as the doors opened and devil himself waited there, dressed in his motorcycle jacket, a black shirt, and jeans. He somehow stood taller than me even at the same height, 6’3”, and he had more body to him. His beard was gone, leaving him only with a thick mustache. His grayish-brown hair was cropped nearly to his shoulders, and the scars on his face were still as prominent as ever. But it was the smell, that horrid mixture of gasoline and alcohol, that haunted me.

“There’s my boy!” His drunken laughed echoed in the silence of the hall. His hands wrapped around me tightly as he faced the bellhop. He continued on, “What’d I tell you! This is my son! Noah Sloan. Look. Look, we could be twins, right?”

“Yes. Please have a good morning, Mr. Sloan. You as well, Mr. Sloan.” The young man nodded to both of us, pressing the doors closed. When he was gone, I shoved Frank’s sweaty hands off me. Stumbling backward, he fell against the elevator.

“You—” he started.

“You were told to wait in the lobby.”

He snorted, dusting himself off. “What kind of son makes his father wait in the lobby? I figured you were asleep, so I thought I’d—”

“You thought you’d what? You thought you’d do what, Frank? YOU DON’T DO ANYTHING!” Fuck…Goddamn it! I was shouting now. Taking a deep breath, I handed the bag it to him. “Please just go wherever it is you go, and leave me be.”

I couldn’t do this shit today.

“We haven’t seen each other in how long, and that’s all you’ve got to say?”

“What else is there to say, Frank?”

He frowned and lifted the bag. “How much?”

“Same as always. Twenty large.”

“You gotta be fucking with me, kid. Ain’t you get some new gig or something? Twenty large? I told your butt boy I needed at least seventy this time—”

“Well, you got twenty, take it or leave it, Frank. We both know the amount doesn’t matter. You’ll piss it all away—”

He grabbed my collar. “Who the fuck you talking to, kid? Who you think made you into this? If you knew the shit your mother and I went through to get you here, you’d be shoveling money into my car.”

“You’d need to have a car for that.” I clenched his wrist. “And I do know. I know everything, which is why I’m giving you one more second to let go or I’ll break your fucking wrist.”

“What you going to do, huh?” He shoved me back into the wall. “Come on! You want to finally take that swing? I heard you’re working with that girl again. That’s why you found your balls, huh?”

“Son of a bitch!” I sneered, grabbing his wrist and head-butting him. When his grip loosened, I managed to get one punch in before Austin suddenly appeared, pulling me back. The other security guard, along with Daniel, had already appeared as well. Their presence didn’t ease my rage at all. “One day, I swear to God, I’ll—”

“You’ll what? You’re still the same little bitch you’ve always been!”

“Yeah, and you still like taking my bitch-ass money, you no good cocksucking piece of shit!” I struggled against Austin’s arms, the spit flying from my mouth as I yelled at him, until finally the elevator doors closed in his face.

“Noah!” Austin yelled.

“Let go! I said let go!”

“Okay, Noah. Okay.” He backed away with his hands up.

“He shouldn’t have been on this floor!” I hollered.

“I know. It was a mistake,” Austin said.

“I can’t have those kinds of mistakes! He shouldn’t have been here!” I repeated, this time yelling at the bellhop and manager, who were both holding their radios.

“Fucking idiots…” My voice drifted off when I saw her, dressed in a white silk robe, her hair brushed over to one shoulder, her arms wrapped around herself. Her blue eyes gazed into mine. Her face was emotionless, even as I stomped right past her.

“Get me another hotel,” I said as calmly as possible, opening the door of my suite. The door hadn’t even closed completely behind me before my hands begin to shake. It then spread violently throughout my whole body. Hugging myself, I staggered slowly into the bedroom, trying to reach my bedside table. However my legs gave out before I made it.

“Noah? Noah?”

My mouth clammed up. I tried my best calm down, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t control it. I just shook.

“Shit,” Austin said when he saw me rushing for my dresser. However, the bottle he lifted up was empty. So was the one in my bag…and the one in his.

“Fuck!”

Looks like I was going to have to ride this one out.

Amelia

I was halfway through my second round of the script when I heard the yelling. I couldn’t make it out. The walls were meant to be soundproof, but the closer I got to the door, the louder it became. I immediately recognized one of the voices. When I stepped into the hall, I realized I had never, ever actually seen Noah angry. Annoyed, indifferent, cold, yes—but true anger? It didn’t seem like him. He would more likely ignore you, or more often, casually insult you, and be on his way.

He was always Noah: the cocky, cold, and distant one. Even when we were young, he barely spoke unless he had some smartass comment to make. Now I couldn’t match the man I had always known in my head with the man I had just seen. His face was red, spit flying from his lips as his manager did his best to hold him back. He looked desperate for blood, itching to hurt his own father. Worst of all, his father looked exactly the same.

I couldn’t speak when he walked by me. No one was in the hall anymore, yet I couldn’t look away.

“Noah? Noah?” I heard from the room beside mine. “Shit…fuck!”

It’s none of your business. I knew that. Noah’s drama was his drama. I had more than enough of my own. Yet I kept walking toward his suite and saw that the door was still open. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest that I felt sick. I wasn’t sure what I expected to see. However, him lying on his bedroom floor was not it.

It was like a switch flipped in my head, and then I was running.

“Noah!”

“Amelia?” His manager stood up to push me back.

“Move!” I elbowed any part of him I could, dropping to my knees beside him. Tears fell from his eyes uncontrollably as his whole body shook like he was freezing. “What are you doing? Call a doctor—”

“I…m…fi..ne,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Shut up,” I said. He was anything but fine. “You need a—”

“It will pass. He ran out of his medication. He’s just needs to calm down,” Austin whispered behind me.

Noah, the idiot he was, tried to smile, and if he could, he would have said something snarky.

“I’m going to hug you—”

“I…am…fi…ne.”

“Well, I’m not.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t like seeing you like this, so I’m going to hug you, and when you’re back to yourself again, you can go back to hating me.”

Unlocking his hands, I put one over my waist and then placed my arms around his neck, sliding into his arms. Biting my lip, I stared at the skirt of his bed, doing my best to ignore the quivering. His whole body was so cold, so stiff. I could only imagine how painful it must be for him, so I squeezed tighter.

He needs to calm down, but how? What do I say? He’d always loved poetry and plays. I tried to remember anything, but my mind was blank. So I did what all actors did: I made shit up and prayed it worked.

“Once upon a time,

a most joyous time

before the dark times

a time before time

there was you, and there was me

as stupid as young lovers could be.

Not our mothers,

fathers

sisters or brothers

could separate us

not even to a degree.

They mocked us about sitting in trees.

We made out

put out

then fell out of that tree.

So it was just you

and it was just me

now fruits of a poisonous tree.”

He didn’t reply, at least not with words, but he did hold me a little bit tighter. It was only then that I realized he had stopped shaking. Pulling back enough to see his face, I put my forehead on his, and his blue-green eyes stared right back into mine.

I could feel his cock hard between our bodies, just like I was sure he could feel my nipples on his chest. The air between our lips became hotter and hotter.

 Yet neither of us moved.

“Don’t make fun of my poem later.”

The corners of his lips turned up. “I promise I won’t…but can I make fun of it now?”

Frowning, I tried to pull away, but I held on tighter.

“I’m still shaking.”

“No you’re not. You liar!” I laughed, and so did he.

I didn’t realized how badly I missed hearing him laugh or seeing him smile until that moment.

Noah

Dear God, tempt me with anything else but her.  

Sitting up, I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. The white silk robe she was wearing was now completely open. Her nightgown had risen up, exposing her smooth, milky-white thighs and the curve of her beautiful ass. With each breath she took, her breasts rose over and over and over again. Her dark hair was spread out under her. She looked like an angel, one that had fallen for the sole purpose of giving me blue balls.

Sliding one of my arms under her waist and the other under her knees, I lifted her up easily, trying my best to ignore the shiver that went down my spine. When I placed her in the center of my bed, she turned over to one side, curling her legs up to her chest.

“Thank you,” I whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m not going to able to say it later. But thank you.”

I wanted to kiss—I wanted to do more than kiss her.

“Fuck…” I hissed when my cock twitched painfully. Stripped down in the bathroom, I didn’t even wait for the water to get hot before I stepped under the showerhead. My skin was so hot that I was sure steam rose off of me.

I stroked the length of my dick slowly at first and then more swiftly the more I thought of her, my mouth parted. What I’d give to pin her body under mine, spread those beautiful thighs of hers and bury myself in her wet pussy. Her sexy legs would wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper into her as I, without restraint, fucked her so hard, so thoroughly, that her back rose off the damn bed.

I wanted to hear her beg me for more when I pulled out and tied her to the bedpost, her smooth ass up high, ready for me to beat it till it was red.

“Jesus Christ….” I gasped as I came, dropping my head under the freezing stream of water. Even after all of these years, Amelia London was still my kryptonite, and she still didn’t know it.

I couldn’t think straight around her. My body reacted on its own around her. My heart, too. It was Amelia’s world, and I was just trying to survive in it.

Grabbing a towel for my waist and another for my hair, I heard the bedroom door open and shut. I figured I’d woken her up and she’d made her escape. However, when I opened the door, she was standing right there, her nightgown barely hanging on to her at this point. Her hair was a mess and pushed up at the back. She looked ridiculous and sinful at the same time.

“Can I use your bathroom, please?” she asked softly, her blue eyes traveling down my abs to my crotch and then back up.

Grinning, I crossed my arms, leaning in the doorframe. “Sure, but I’m not leaving.”

“Ahh…move, you pervert!” She scowled at me, her little nose bunching up as she tried to yank me out.

Laughing, I moved out of the way, and she slammed the door behind her.

“You’re welcome!” I called out, a smile glued to my lips. I knew she was either flipping me off or making a face on the other side of the door, but it only made it funnier.

“Smile any wider, and your face might break,” Austin said when we heard her turn on the shower.

Ignoring him, I moved to the closet, knowing he would follow me. “Did you get it?”

“Ten milligrams of clonazepam…” he whispered, handing me two pills and a bottle of water. I threw them into the back of my mouth and swallowed without it. “You need to slow down, or you will run out again.”

“That’s why you’re holding the bottle, Austin,” I replied, stepping into my jeans. “I’m going out for a smoke. Make sure she’s not here when I get back.”

“Why?” Austin asked.

“What?”

He looked me over carefully, then asked, “Why do you want me to tell her to leave when you want her to stay?”

Without answering, I snatched up my jacket and left.

Amelia

I could have gone to my room. I should have. It would have saved me a lot of embarrassment, but I didn’t want to leave yet. Because of that one decision, I was now standing in front of Noah’s manager dressed in his cotton shirt because I had nothing else to change into. I was hoping—I’m not sure what I was hoping, exactly, but this was not it.

“Where is he?”

“He just went out for a little bit. We’ll see you on set. If you’d like, I will run over and grab something from your…”

He left.

Forcing a smile, I shook my head “no” to his offer because I didn’t trust my own voice. The fact that he wasn’t here meant he wanted me to leave. He didn’t want see me. Yeah. This was the Noah I knew all too well.

Picking up my nightgown and robe, I tried to keep my head up as I headed back to my room. Austin became silent, understanding the message. When he closed the door, I bit my knuckle.

Why the hell are you upset, Amelia?

You should know better. I did know better, but there was still a familiar feeling of rejection building in my chest.

Knock. Knock.

It took a second before Ollie ripped open the door, his cellphone at his ear.

“Where the hell—”

“Give me one second before you yell at me,” I whispered, sliding into the room and leaning against the white doors.

“Amelia?”

“One second more.” I held up a finger for him, blinking back my tears. I took a deep breath and then turned to him.

I started to explain. “I didn’t sleep with him or anything. He was having a hard time, so—”

“So you sacrificed your peace of mind for his comfort.” The look of disappointment and sadness on his face wasn’t helping right now.

“It’s nothing, really. He didn’t ask me to come. I came over because I was nosy, and I’ve been properly punished for it. Can I get ready now?” I didn’t wait for his answer before I stepped around him, hoping he would drop it. But Ollie always had to get the last word.

“Amelia, Noah Sloan is and will always be bad news. Nosing around him will only leave you hurt.”

“I know.” But when it came to Noah, I was apparently a masochist.