Protecting Her - Alexis Noelle Page 0,12
Seven
Hunter
I’m laying down, trying to push thoughts of Sam out of my head. My usual asshole defense mechanism didn’t work on her. She didn’t care that I was a dick. I can’t be anything close to what she needs, but I also don’t want to quit and leave her here defenseless against her tyrant of a mother. Why she puts up with her is beyond me. I would have kicked that bitch to the curb a long time ago.
When I heard her scream my name today my stomach dropped. When I looked over and saw whoever that person was by the car, panic set in. I ran as fast as I could, praying that she wasn’t hurt. Looking into the car and seeing her huddled on the floor, I thought I was too late. I banged on the window screaming her name, begging her to open the door. Once I had her in my arms, I realized she was in shock. When I looked back at her in my arms holding onto me for dear life, I no longer saw Sam, it was Amy I was looking at. She was begging me to help her and it killed me that I felt so powerless once again. When Sam’s mother dismissed her situation and then tried to pull that shit in the room, I almost lost it. Whether she is a celebrity or not, she is still a fucking person.
Being close to her scares me. I can’t put myself in the position to lose someone again. I can’t be left with nothing but guilt and remorse. Losing Amy destroyed me. Knowing how I’m starting to feel about Sam and the fact that she is in danger, is bringing up shit I thought I buried years ago.
A knock at the door causes me to sit up straight. “Come in.”
Sam peeks her head in. “Hey, I have to head out to my show soon. Are you ready?”
“You sure you feel up to it?” I can’t believe she just didn’t cancel it.
“Yeah, plus I made a commitment and I can’t cancel it.” That comment no doubt came from her mother.
“Okay, as long as you’re sure. I’ll take you to grab some food before we head over there.” I stand up, putting my sneakers on and grabbing my wallet.
“I, uh, I actually ate already.” Her teeth grasp her bottom lip and her demeanor changes.
“When?” I know she hasn’t left the room.
“I got some room service. Now stop worrying, let’s go.” She lets out a nervous chuckle. As I follow her to the elevator, I think back to the events of the past few days. I don’t remember seeing her eat anything. I need to ask her about this.
Once we are safely in the car, I turn to her. “Why aren’t you eating? It’s not healthy.” I’m blunt and I can tell she is taken aback by it.
“What are you talking about, Hunter? I eat.” She looks away from me, another sign that she’s lying to me. I can’t do this shit.
“No you aren’t. You might be able to fool some people, but I see right through you.”
She turns back to me, anger evident in her face. “I said I’m eating. Now drop it, and just worry about doing your damn job.” She moves away and turns her back to me.
“What the fuck ever.” If she doesn’t give a shit, then neither do I. Yes I do. More than I want to.
We get to the stadium and the parking lot is already almost half full. Sam and I walk wordlessly to her dressing room and I stand outside as she gets ready. My body is tight with tension. I can’t stop stressing out and worrying about her. This is why I don’t get involved with chicks for more than a night. Emotions are fucking worthless. All they do is fuck you up and leave you a goddamn mess.
The door opens and I turn to see her. She is basically wearing fucking lingerie. Her legs are covered in fishnets stockings, with only what looks like a pair of black leather boy shorts. The only thing covering her tits is a black bra with rhinestones all over it. She squirms under my gaze, letting me know that I still affect her.
“I don’t know how it takes you so damn long to put on fucking underwear.”
Her eyes narrow at me. “It’s called a costume, dick.”
I laugh and lean down to whisper in her ear. “It’s called underwear because you’re