CHAPTER38
Host: Jokingly..."So you pulled off a high coup."
Gage: Grinning from ear to ear..."I have no idea of what you speak."
I'm smiling like a motherfucker; my girl has a death grip on my hand. She's afraid of what he might ask. I'm not; I chose this particular venue because I trusted this guy not to push the envelope.
Host: Laid back and relaxed with arms crossed over lower abdomen..."You do realize you just sent my ratings through the roof; I really wanna curse, but I can't, so I'll say this. Booyah" He fist-pumped the air, and the audience was eating this shit up. I knew it.
Thinking to himself as his guests smile and hold hands, looking very much together, the host had only one thought.
I knew this motherfucker was cool; I always liked the kid, but this shit right here; Star mother-fucking player.
I’d done some maneuvering of my own behind the scenes, something I hadn’t shared, not even with my butterfly. The next week and a half was nothing but interviews and brown-nosing leading up to premiers, and there was a fever in the air. Everyone was busy running around, too busy to pay too much attention to anyone else’s shit but their own. As long as I used my head, I could pull off the shit I needed to; it wasn’t what I’d envisioned in the beginning, but at least it was a good start.
“Gage, you’re so deep.”
“I know, baby. Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?”
I have to keep reminding myself that she’s still a little fragile, she was gaining back a little weight, but it was going to take time to get back to where she was.
“Not really, it just, it feels deeper than you’ve ever been before, unghh.”
I was serious about breeding her like yesterday. I don’t know what the deepness of my strokes has to do with it if anything, but I felt the need these days to reach as far up inside her sweet little pussy as I could. Maybe it was the position she was in. Her legs were up around my neck, and her ass was on my thighs, leaving my hands free for me to plant them into the bed for purchase so I could fuck as hard and as deep s I wanted.
‘Take it for me, baby, I need it; I’ve missed you, missed being inside you like this.”
“Okay, kiss me.” That took some contortion, but I did it.
“Did I tell you how much I love the way your pussy grabs onto my cock and won’t let go? I love the wet sounds it makes when I stroke in and out of you; I love everything about your sweet pussy; I can’t ever get enough of being in you. Can you feel my cock? Feel how hard he is? That’s only for you, always.” My sweet words always send her over the edge, and this time was no different. She came on a scream, her nails dragging down my back, no doubt drawing blood.
My wild man fucking had a twofold purpose; I know very well that after a good hard fuck she falls into a deep sleep, and I needed her to be out for what I had planned. My target was in the city; the furor over our appearance together a few nights ago was still going strong. Now everyone wanted a piece of us, but not for the same reasons they had the week before. Now we were on the front page for a whole other reason; the front pages were calling it the love story of the century, whatever. Next week they’ll be back to talking shit about us again, lying fucks; if the public was gullible enough to buy into their shit that was on them, I no longer felt like I had anything to prove I had what I wanted. Damn near destroyed myself getting to this point, but once I got over my pride at what other people thought, I was okay with it. What kind of man would I be to punish the woman I love for something she was as much a victim of as I?
When I was sure she was asleep after the bath, I’d given her where I’d fingered her to another orgasm just for insurance; I slipped from the room. I’d sent Terry Poole a note supposedly from someone else. I had had to go through hoops to arrange that shit, so it didn’t fall back on me, but I had done it. Just wear a disguise and not just any pansy-ass disguise, but full makeup, which I’d done myself, I’d walked past my parents, and they hadn’t even known me. While in disguise, I’d filched the asshole’s wallet now. That part had been a bit tricky, but once again, I’d pulled it off. You learn a lot on the sets of movies, and when there’s time between takes, you can learn even more; I’ve learned a fuck of a lot. It’s only in the last few days that I’ve realized most of what I’ve learned is criminal.
After lifting the wallet, I’d waited a couple of hours and, using a voice distorter, had called as a concerned citizen who had somehow found the wallet outside the restaurant where he just happened to be having lunch that day. Learning his whereabouts was easy; I’d just lied and told my publicist she needed to know where he was going to be because I didn’t want to run into the fuck while out and about with my fiancé. I convinced her that if that fuckery should happen, she’d be looking for a new job. It worked because less than an hour later, she’d had the info, and I was ready the next day.
He wanted me to leave the wallet at the front desk of his hotel, but I told him I wasn’t comfortable doing that, and of course, since I sounded like a starry-eyed cheerleader, the horny fuck fell for it.
Now I’m off again in another disguise, this time for my late-night rendezvous with the douche. I’d chosen someplace that a fan who wanted to be alone with him might consider far away from the action but not far enough that the fucker would grow suspicious. No, I wasn’t dressed like a little girl. I waited for him to show up and walk to the place we’d decided on. He didn’t want anyone seeing him any more than I did. After all, he was in enough shit with the press raking him over the coals for trying to break up a sweet young love story. I watched him approach, and the old anger rose up inside me; this was the fucker that had almost destroyed my life; I went with that momentum and attacked. The first blow caught him in the face breaking his fucking nose, blood flew everywhere, and while he was busy grabbing at his face, I kneed him in his balls, twice for good measure. By the time I left him on the ground rolling around in pain, I was at least a little satisfied, it wasn’t the grand comeuppance I’d wanted, but it was a good start.
It was an easy thing to walk out of there and back to the car I had parked a couple of streets over, where I changed out of the bloody shirt for a new one. I tossed that shit in the trash and went home to my woman.