It’s been a week, but it’s finally the day the band is set to sign their contracts and make everything official. Apparently, the afterparty was moved to today and I’ve been formally invited by the record label. I haven’t seen Luna all week, and while the first few days were hard, it’s gotten easier the longer we’ve gone without seeing each other. But I also have no idea how today is going to go since I’ll be seeing her for the first time since we changed the nature of our relationship.
I jump in the shower to get ready for the meeting, and as I hold my face under the hot flow of water, I close my eyes. Instantly, she’s all I can see. The way she looks up on stage, giving her music her all. The way she looks when no one else is looking. When she laughs, open and free. The way her lips part when I slide into her. I can hear her gasps, her moans, and her sighs of fulfillment when I roll off of her. My body comes alive with these thoughts and I know I’ll be a dead man if I don’t take care of this problem.
I take myself in hand and picture sliding into her. That gasp fills my ears and my blood begins to boil. As I pump myself up and down, I imagine the way she touches me when I’m sliding into her. The way she holds me tight. The feeling of her hot breath blowing on my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest, how tight her thighs are wrapped around me. Then I imagine her telling me she’s mine all over again, and before I know it, I’m spilling every last drop onto the shower floor with a moan that echoes off the tiled bathroom walls.
It takes a moment to come back down into my body—to catch my breath and slow my heart rate. Finally, I regain control and turn off the water before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my hips. I look at myself in the mirror and know I need to shave the scruff on my jaw, but I feel entirely too weak to do so. This last week has been a struggle. I have to force myself to go to sleep, wake up, go to work, and do all my usual things like shave, eat, and work out. I can’t imagine how I would’ve felt had this thing between us gone on and gotten stronger. If I’m this lost without her now, things would’ve only gotten worse.
I dress in a suit and force myself to make my hair look presentable. I don’t want her to see me and know how lost I’ve been without her. In fact, I have an idea and it could backfire on me, but the more armed I can be to see her, the better. I need everything I can get to keep myself in check.
I make a couple phone calls to ensure everything’s in place. Then I head down to the record label to witness the signing of the contracts. I’m shown to the office and everyone is already present. Luna looks me up and down and smiles when I catch her checking me out. I wink at her and smile to be friendly, but all I really want to do is kick everyone out of this office so I can fuck her six ways to Sunday.
“Welcome, Mr. Smith,” one of the music execs says.
“Thank you. How is everyone today?” I ask, looking around the room. I lock eyes with Luna last and she smiles then moves her tongue to one cheek and presses against it a few times. My dick hardens when I think about the blowjob she’s insinuating. I clear my throat and she giggles. Everyone else looks confused, but Van elbows her arm on the armrest.
“Knock it off,” he tells her quietly. He thinks I can’t hear, but I do. I give him a silent nod, happy for the distraction.
We go over the papers and I explain any legal terms the band members don’t understand. An hour later, every member in the band has signed their contracts and everything is done. They hug and cheer and I shake everyone’s hands to leave. Luna walks me over to the door, like she wants to get a few moments alone with me, but we both know it isn’t for the best.
“So, you coming to the party tonight?”
“I have received my formal invitation and I will be there.”
She smiles. “Good. See you tonight.”
I leave and get to work, put in a few hours, then head back home to get ready for the party. I opt to wear one of my newer bespoke suits. It’s black and fits to perfection. I pair it with a crisp white shirt and a black tie. I shave my face but leave a little stubble, too lazy to shave it bare. I style my hair neatly and add a splash of cologne before heading out.
I stop and pick up my date, Dee Dee. She’s a good friend in whom I have zero romantic interest, but I know she’ll be my fake date and it will help to keep Luna in her place. So many times, Luna and I have thrown caution to the wind when we knew we shouldn’t. I’m sure I would again tonight if I didn’t have a buffer, and I’m sure Luna would too.
“So, who’s this girl we’re dodging?” Dee Dee asks as she climbs into the passenger seat.
I laugh. “How’d you know?”
“The only time you ever ask me out is when you need to scare off some stalker. So, who’s the stalker?”
I roll my eyes. “She’s not a stalker. She’s a girl I met a few weeks ago. I fell hard for this one. We hooked up the first night we met. It was meant to be a one-time thing, but both of us fell harder than planned. Even though we knew we shouldn’t be together, it didn’t stop us.”
“Why can’t you be together?” she asks, applying a fresh layer of bright red lipstick.
“She’s in a band and the band was just signed. They’re going to be making an album and going on tour.”
“Oh wow. That’s awesome!”
I nod. “It is. But then she decided to hire me to be the band’s lawyer. So now I’m even more mixed up in the band and have another reason to keep things friendly between us. The only problem is that neither one of us can keep our hands to ourselves. So here you are. I want her to think I’m off the market and it’s no longer a possibility for us to hook up. I need her out of my system if I’m ever going to get over her.”
“Got it. Lay it on heavy and don’t let her push me away.”
“Well, not heavy. We can dance and talk, but I don’t want us confusing things either. Once you kiss these lips, you’ll be in love too, then I’ll have two problems on my hands.”
She laughs. “Oh please! You ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before.”
I laugh. Dee Dee and I have always been close friends and nothing has ever happened between us. In fact, it’s nice having a woman as a close friend. She can help me figure out what the girls I date are saying since I’m not good at reading between the lines.
We make it to the Hot Vinyl headquarters and enter the Royal Record Room, where they hold gatherings and parties. The room is already full with the band, people who work at the label, and everyone else who’s been invited. The moment I walk in with Dee Dee on my arm, Luna looks over and our eyes lock. Her mouth drops open as she stares at this beautiful woman and me. Dee Dee would normally be my usual type. She has long blonde hair that hangs to her ass in soft curls. She’s tall and thin but built nicely, just like a model. She’s wearing a tight red dress that hugs her curves and puts her two best physical assets on display. And her face is done up perfectly: bright red lips and dark smoky eyes. Most women would be jealous of Dee Dee, though in my eyes, she’s nothing compared to Luna.
Luna’s wearing a short black dress and she looks damn good too. She’s dyed her hair black with purple highlights and it looks gorgeous curled and pinned up. Her eyes seem even darker tonight and her lips are a deep crimson red—almost maroon. They look thick and plump and perfectly kissable. Her wide eyes turn into slants and I can tell she isn’t happy with me. This upsets me but also makes me pleased. This was the whole reason for bringing Dee Dee—to keep her at bay.