Protecting Her - Alexis Noelle Page 0,2
She stands up and turns to me as I’m straightening out my clothes. “Well thanks, I’ll see you later.”
Her face twists with anger. “Seriously? You’re just gonna leave?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what you thought this was. I’m not your fucking fairytale. I’m not the wine and dine type. I’m the fuck ‘em and forget ‘em type.”
“You’re a fucking asshole.” She crosses her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide her bare chest and show me that she’s pissed off.
“Yeah, I am. Have a good night. I know I did.” I open the door, giving her a smile before walking out, leaving her there.
I know I’m an asshole, but honestly, I just don’t give a shit.
Chapter Two
Samantha
“Samantha.” Do I really have to do this? “Samantha!” Maybe if I hide in here long enough she’ll just go away. “Samantha Baker, I will not call your name again.” Kill me now. Even at twenty four my mom still scares the shit out of me, which is the only reason I open the door.
I step out of the dressing room, already red from embarrassment. “Why do I need to dress like this Mom? I mean, I’m not sure at this point that I won’t get fined by the FCC for nudity.” I look in the mirror and hate the image looking back at me. My long blonde hair is pin straight, stopping just below my boobs. Speaking of the girls, all that is covering them are some small circles of fabric, which I’m still not convinced will stay in place. There are pieces of fringe connecting each circle and draping around my back. As for my bottom half, I get the pleasure of wearing a black thong with the same offending string barely covering my bare ass.
“We need the shock factor. We don’t want people to forget about you or call you boring, now do we?” No. But I also don’t want them calling me a slut. I simply nod my head in response, knowing by now there is no use arguing with my mom, even when it concerns my life or my career.
She has been my manager since she helped me get my “big break” when I was twelve. That turned into her always knowing what was best and controlling my every move. It’s so suffocating and if I didn’t love performing so much, I swear I would just quit.
“Now, we have fifteen minutes until you need to go on stage. Just remember—“A knock raps on the door, cutting off her directions. “That must be the private security we hired for you.” My team has insisted that I hire a personal bodyguard, not that anyone asked me if that’s what I wanted. I have gotten a few creepy letters and they are concerned, not that anyone will tell me what the damn things say. I turn back toward the mirror, trying to convince myself this isn’t as bad as I think it is. I can hear my mom talking to the new goon but I couldn’t care less.
“Samantha, don’t be rude.” I turn around, putting on the best polite smile I can manage. “This is Hunter Stone.”
“Holy Fuck.” My mouth drops open, my hand covering it quickly as I realize what shitty luck I have. It’s him. The asshole from last night. Mr. Fuck ‘em and forget ‘em. My blood boils as I stare holes through him. The fact that I let him so blatantly use me makes me feel ashamed of myself. The asshole doesn’t even flinch though, he seems so unaffected. Does he not recognize me? I mean, sure I had the wig on, but I don’t think it makes that much of a difference. His eyes finally tear away from my body and meet my mine, and that’s when I see realization set in.
“Watch your mouth, young lady.” I look over at my mother and am about to tell her to send him back. Then I realize she will ask how I know him. I would have to admit that I snuck out, went to a club unattended, and had a one-night stand with this loser. Who am I more afraid to be around? The douche, or my mother? Definitely my mother. “Now, I am going to make sure everything is set up for you. Mr. Stone, please be sure to escort my daughter everywhere. She is not to be out of your sight.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Who the fuck is he kidding? He has no damn manners.
She leaves and