Текст книги "Child Star: Part 1"
Автор книги: J. J. McAvoy
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Chapter Eight
Noah
Did she say ten minutes or ten fucking years?
It had been an hour since she texted me, and she was either playing the world’s cruelest joke or someone got in her way. With Amelia, I could never tell.
“Noah?”
You would have thought I was a damn rocket with how quickly I was out of my bed and in the front of my suite. She stood there in a skirt and a t-shirt, holding the red rope in one hand and the whip in the other. Her blue eyes were covered in only one thing…lust.
“Do it again,” she demanded.
Was this heaven or hell? I had no idea, but I was glad to be there.
“I can’t.” It was all I could get out before rushing to her, bringing her lips to mine. I kissed her hard and passionately, knowing full well this time nothing would stop us. And she kissed me back.
Amelia
The fire I felt before came back with a vengeance. I texted him, planning to run to him right after. However, the director cornered me to talk about the most irrelevant things on the planet, like making sure to make eye contact with the camera and trying to keep my moaning softer. I wanted to ask him if anyone had ever whipped his pussy. There was no soft anything in that scene. But again, it was irrelevant, because his lips were on mine now. Not Damon and Blair, but Noah and Amelia.
My back pressed against the door, and he stared at me as if I were the most important person in the world. His lips hovered over mine, but he didn’t kiss me.
“Why did you stop?” I frowned.
He smirked, cupping the side of my face softly. “Because I’m waiting for you to tell me what you want.”
He’d never once asked me that question. I just followed his lead. I didn’t mind. If people thought of me as a doormat, I didn’t care, because at the end of the day, I was still right by him. He kissed my head and then my nose before stopping again at my lips.
“What do you want, Amelia? Say it.”
“Make love to me,” I whispered, taking off my shirt and throwing it to the side. “That’s what I want.”
When he kissed me this time, it felt like just like the one in the kitchen. Passionate. My whole body leaned into him, and when it did, he lifted me up off my feet. Placing me in the center of his bed, he kissed down the side of my neck.
“Ah…” I shivered when he cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple before kissing both of them. His lips then made their way down my stomach. Slowly, he peeled off my skirt, letting it fall to my ankles. He sat up above me, his hands slipping two fingers between my thighs already.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered in my ear as I clenched his arm, rocking against the pleasure of his hands.
All too soon, he left me, his tongue tracing around my nipples once more on his way down between my legs. He spread them gently and kissed my clit. Pulling his hands out, his tongue took their place, and my legs wrapped around his head. My hands grabbed the sides of the bed, holding dearly as his tongue explored every inch of me until I couldn’t take it, grabbing a fistful of hair. His grip on my thighs tightened, but he never once stopped as I rocked against his mouth.
“Oh!” I cried out, my eyes rolling, and I licked my lips. It felt too good. He was too good. It felt like he kept pulling me to him. As he licked and sucked, my toes curled. My back arched to him.
“Oh God, yes!” I gasped, my chest rising and falling from the high I had just experienced from his mouth alone. I sat up on my knees. When he rose, he pulled off his shirt, casting it aside before hugging me to his chest and kissing me. The fact that I could taste myself on his tongue drove me insane with lust.
“I want you,” I whispered, kissing his hard, bare chest softly, my hand running down each one of his abs.
“You have me,” he replied, his hands going to my hair.
I smiled, my hands pulling at the waist of his pants. “Then I want you inside of me.”
He pushed me onto my back. Taking off his pants, he crawled on top of me, my heart racing as he brushed up against me. His hands slipped to mine, holding them to my sides.
“I want you to have what you want,” he said above me, and with one thrust, my mouth dropped open as he entered me.
“Amelia,” he moaned, burying himself deeper in me. One of his hands moved down to hold my waist. Not once did he look away from me, and it felt like my heart was going to burst. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held him closer to me. I never wanted to let go.
Slow.
Sensual.
Passionate.
Beautiful.
In this moment, it felt like we shared everything. Even our breathing was in sync. He hugged me and I him. I moved against every thrust, my body crying out for him in the best ways imaginable.
“Noah,” I moaned, biting my lips.
He kissed the side of my jaw. “Again…my name. Say it again.”
“Noah.” That did it. He smiled, grabbing both of my thighs, and thrust deeper than I thought possible.
I was in heaven: the feel of him in me, on top of me, his lips all over me. I was sure this was heaven. And I never wanted it to end.
Noah
God, she was so fucking beautiful.
“Noah!” she screamed, her nails clawing at my back as she came.
I want to hear her cry out for me more. She drove me insane, she felt like—
“Fuck,” I hissed at just how tight she was. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Speeding up, her legs wrapped around me and—
“Amelia!” I kissed her as I came.
Resting on top of her as she held me, never once breaking apart, we kissed, rolling around in my bed for a moment before we had to break away in need of oxygen.
“Wow,” she said, taking deep breaths now on top of me.
“Wow,” I repeated, my hands on her back as I reclined against the pillows.
She laid against me as my hands ran down the length of her back and sides. I felt amazing, and most of all, I wanted to be with her again.
“What do you want, Noah?” she whispered, sitting up to look at me.
“What?”
She repeated herself, this time more slowly. “What. Do. You. Want?”
I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to dance in my kitchen with her again. I wanted her.
“You,” I whispered, brushing her hair back.
“Then take me.” She said it like it was so damn easy. But it wasn’t. “We can try us…this. If it doesn’t work—”
“We’ll end up doing another movie together in ten years?” I joked, and she smacked my chest.
“I’m serious.”
I knew she was.
“It’s 3:00 a.m., Amelia. Can we save this for tomorrow?”
“Will you still be here tomorrow? And I don’t mean the movie set or the same hotel. Will you still be in bed with me tomorrow?”
I wanted to be. So I said what I wanted and hoped that was enough.
“I’ll be here,” I assured her.
5:19am
It had only been two hours since I promised Amelia I would be with her when she woke up. But looking at the text on my phone, I already knew I was going to have to break it. I wrote her a note, hoping that would be enough until I got back. But it wouldn’t be. I already knew that, but I still had to tell her anyway. I wanted to wake her up, but if I couldn’t tell her the truth, what was the point?
One day I was going to wake up, look at myself in the mirror and see a decent guy…just not today.
I had been telling myself this almost for ten years now. It was the only thing keeping me sane, the hope that one day I’d be better.
I glanced back at her, curled up in the middle of my bed, snoring lightly, rubbing her nose as she rolled to the other side. She had never been a graceful sleeper. God only knows how many times she’d kicked me when we were younger. But I would just smile and wrap my arm around her.
When I shut the door behind me, Austin stood in the living room already, newly dressed as if he had never gone to bed to begin with and had merely changed clothes. Knowing him, that was a possibility. In all of my life, there were two people I ever truly trusted: him and Amelia.
“She’s only going to piss you off if you go.”
“Since you’re here, if Amelia wakes up, let her know I’ll be back soon.” I ignored him and grabbed my jacket off the chair as I moved toward the door.
“Noah, it’s been ten years. She can’t keep holding this over your head.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about.” It had never been me I was worried about.
Closing the door behind me, I stared at the door ivory doors across the red-carpeted floors from me. How she had gotten this room, I wasn’t sure, but then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Everyone thought she was some idiot, a dried-up old woman who no longer knew what to do with herself—but that was far from the truth.
“I’m glad you could make it, Noah.” She smiled when I walked in, the door left open for me. She was dressed in a dark red nightgown with her hair in curlers. She sat in her chair as if she were some type of queen.
“Did I have a choice, Esther?” I questioned. How Amelia could be the daughter of this woman was beyond me. But considering who my parents were, I didn’t have room to talk.
She glared, her demeanor completely different from that of the rambling idiot I’d met this afternoon. “We had a deal, Noah.”
“I’m not doing this again with you, Esther. I am not—”
Rising from her chair, she threw a folder, the pictures in it flying all over the place before falling to my feet. Pictures of me and several different women, most of whom I couldn’t even remember.
“Pick one. I’ll have it on every news site, blog, and magazine by noon.”
It was like déjà vu.
But this time, I was not a kid, and I wasn’t going to let Esther fucking London destroy me again.
Amelia
The moment he closed the door, I opened my eyes. He left. I wasn’t hurt because I expected it.
But where in the hell would he be going so early in the morning? Shifting to my side, I saw the note he left on table beside me. Three sentences.
It’s complicated.
I wanted to stay, but something came up.
I’m sorry.
-Noah
Chapter Nine
Amelia
If anyone were to call me an idiot, I wouldn’t disagree with them. Growing up, people always said I was a good role model for young girls, but I wasn’t. Not then and not now. I wish I could explain, but I couldn’t. I loved him to the point of idiocy. Someone could set this hotel on fire, and if he told me to wait here for him, I would. It wasn’t healthy to be so attached to one person. It was one thing to tell yourself that and another thing to actively cut the person you loved from your life.
Why did I love him? He was a playboy. He never kept his promises. He made me cry way too many times. The list could go on. And when I thought about it, I felt so angry and hurt I wanted to kill him. I wanted to scream!
But then I remembered first meeting him when I was nine. He was shy and never made eye contact. He would deliver his lines perfectly and then disappear. Then one morning, when I tried to run away from the set—though in reality just hid in the supply closet—he found me. He marched in with a bag of food he stole from the snack table, and we played Connect Four and Candy Land until someone found us. I thought of how, for my thirteenth birthday, he snuck into my trailer to give me a giant cupcake cake before my mom found out. And the first time he kissed me, ten minutes before we were supposed to have a scene together, he said, “I didn’t want our first kiss to be because of the movie.”
All of my best memories were of him…of us.
So I sat in his living room, dressed only in his shirt, and waited. He missed call time, the whole shoot today, and so did I. Ollie had called me at least three dozen times, but I didn’t particularly need him to tell me everything I already knew.
9:47 pm .
That’s when he stumbled in, drunk on his feet.
His clothes ripped, a cut under his lips, a purple bruise on his left eye.
“Austin?” He held onto the table by the door. “Austin!”
“He left hours ago.”
His head immediately turned to find me. He tried to stand up straighter, but only succeeded in stumbling back again.
“You’re still here.” He snickered, unable to look me in the eye. He ran his hands through his hair. “You really can’t take a hint can you, Amelia?”
“Maybe you should be clearer with your hints.”
“I wasn’t here when you woke up. I didn’t come back—”
“’It’s complicated. I wanted to stay but something came up. I’m sorry. Noah.’” I recited his note from this morning. “See how I get mixed signals?”
“I can’t do this right now—”
“Fine. I can wait.”
“Goddamn, Amelia!” He hollered. “Just go! We didn’t work before! We won’t work now! We. Do. Not. Work! We are defective. I’m defective.”
Getting up, I stepped in front of him.
“What happened today?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, just looked away.
Holding the sides of his face, I forced him to look me in the eye. “I finally finished Sinners Like Us, and I now understand why the hell people admire Damon and Blair so much despite the fact that are absolutely crazy. It’s because their love for each other is unimaginable, illogical, impossible, and fucking beautiful. She’ll chase him to the ends of the earth, and he’ll protect her with his last breath. They are obsessed with each other, just like I’m obsessed with you. And even though we hadn’t seen each other in years, I’d still like to think I know you better than anyone else. No. I do know you better than anyone else. You are a good person. So what happened today, Noah?”
His face clenched, and for the second time, I watched him cry. He wrapped his arms around me and sobbed.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”
I don’t know how long he apologized or how long we sat there before he finally explained.
“Did you ever wonder why we got so many roles when we younger?” he whispered, taking a deep breath. “I always thought it was because we were amazing. Everyone said it so often that I never thought to question it. Everything I did was praised. I got to do what I loved, got to provide for my family, and on top of that, I got you. But it was just you who was amazing back then. So when it got harder, it wasn’t as easy. But I didn’t care. At least I still had you. But my father cared. Our schedules kept us apart back then, so you sent me pictures of you one day. My father found them. He went to your mother to blackmail her for money. She was willing to pay under two conditions: first, we break up, and second, he made sure you got parts the same way I used to—by blackmail or by threatening other parents and their kids. After all, my father was part of one of the most notorious biker gangs back then. It was easy. Remember Skylar DeGray?”
“No, you’re not saying … She … she... ”
“She died in a car accident. But it wasn’t an accident. She was a rising star. Everyone wanted her instead of you, and your mom hated her. It took one phone call, and I remember seeing it all over the news the next morning. I didn’t think it was real at first. I couldn’t believe they really did it. I wanted to tell someone—anyone. But they said I was a co-conspirator, and since I had just turned eighteen, I’d be just as guilty as them. But I didn’t care. I still had to tell someone, and then they told me what would happen to you. No one would believe you didn’t know, and even if they did, you’d be branded for life. Amelia London, daughter of Esther the murder, girlfriend to a boy who just watched it happen. I didn’t know what to do! I still don’t know what to do!”
“I can’t breathe.” My hand shook as I thought of all the “lucky” breaks I had. All the times… Oh my god. Oh my god.
“Amelia.” He grabbed me. It was only then that I realized how badly I was shaking. “No matter what, you can’t repeat this to anyone, because my father will kill you.”
And my mother would let him if it meant saving herself.
The fact that I knew that already terrified me.
We were the children of murderers.
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J.J. McAvoy was born in Montreal, Canada and is currently studying Humanities at Carleton University. She is the oldest of three and has loved writing for years. She is inspired by everything from Shakespearean tragedies to Pop Culture. Her first novel, Ruthless People, was a runaway bestseller.
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