Protecting Her - Alexis Noelle Page 0,4
all the people in the world, he would get assigned to be my security. My mother laid out this intricate outfit but I just don’t feel like putting it on. I grab a pair of yoga pants, and a bright pink t-shirt; if I have to have him annoying me the rest of the night, then I damn sure want to be comfortable while he does it.
I felt so cheap after he walked out on me that night. I mean, I get that I slept with him shortly after meeting him, but he didn’t need to treat me like shit. I still can’t believe I did that. It’s so out of character for me. I have only had sex with two other guys and both of them stemmed from longer relationships. There was just something about Hunter that made me lose all control over my emotions, and my body. The worst part is that he knows it.
I take a deep breath and open the door. His back is to me and I can’t help but glance down at his ass. Jesus, I didn’t know men could have an ass like that. His voice jolts me and I jump. “You can look, but don’t touch.” I give him the finger before pushing past him and walking down the hallway. “Slow down, cupcake.”
I press the elevator button and turn to face him, looking around to make sure no one is close and paying attention to us. “Cupcake? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
The doors slide open and both of us walk in. Hunter still hasn’t answered me, so I look over at him. Once the doors close, he backs me into the corner of the elevator. Our faces are only an inch apart and it’s like I’m getting drunk just being this close to him. He grabs my ass, lifting me up and balancing me on the railing that surrounds the elevator. His hands snake around to the front of my thighs, his thumbs pressing down and massaging me. I get wet instantly and the closer he gets to my clit the more I writhe from the sensation. His hands freeze as his head dips down to kiss my neck before nipping at it, causing me to yelp. “I called you cupcake because that’s what your pussy is like to me. So. Fucking. Sweet. But I can’t allow myself to have it more than once.” His hands trail up my body before they hook under my arms and place me back on the floor. “Close your mouth cupcake, you might catch flies.”
Why the hell do I keep letting him get me worked up? I swear he is like a fucking drug, he is so bad for me but I love the high he gives me. My body is so heated and screaming for release, I hope my damn vibrator has batteries in it. How am I going to survive being around him? The elevator dings and I step out, hoping my face isn’t too red.
“Samantha!” Fuck. I thought she left. I turn to face hurricane Mom. “What are you doing in pajamas?”
“Mom, they’re not pajamas,” I say, exhausted from the day’s events, Hunter playing with my emotions, and my mother being my mother. “They are normal clothes, that normal people wear on a daily basis. They’re comfortable.”
“Well, do I need to remind you that you aren’t normal? No one will want to take a picture with you looking ‘comfortable’. They want the star, and it’s your job to give it to them.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be the star anymore. Maybe I want to be a girl. Maybe I want to have a life that doesn’t have every second planned out for me.” I try to keep my voice from shaking. I walk away from her, not wanting to say anymore. I know she thinks she is doing what is best for me, but I’m suffocating. I can feel the tears building and I just want to get into the car before they start to fall. People see you in the news and on TV and think you have everything. Yes, I’m so blessed to be where I am and to have what I do. On the other side, I’m a prisoner. I have no say in my own life.
The doors open and there is a sea of people behind the barricades. The flashes blind me and I focus my eyes on the floor. Hunter’s arm loops through mine in