𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋🎠 | Travis Scott.

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 🎠

chapter forty three:
FOREVER

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Kelsey

"Baby!" I yelled at Jacques when two of his security guards brought me backstage after his show was over.

Jack rolled his eyes, "Don't baby me." He seriously said while looking at me.

I tried to kiss his lips but he stepped back, causing me to trip but he held me tight, preventing me from falling on the floor. "Why you mad? What happened?" I knew I would be yelled at for disobeying him once the show was over, but honestly it was one of the best experiences of my life, I just wanted to feel what everyone else felt.

"The fuck was that?" Jacques calmly asked me, which took me by surprise, since he never tries to hide his anger.

I sighed hard and decided not to play the clueless card no more, he was really calm for my liking, if I kept on playing he would probably explode or something. "Look, Jack—"

"Kelsey, I really thought you'd listen to me. Trust me when I say that those Santa Barbara motherfuckers are wild, I would let you rage all you wanted in another show, just not this one. But I guess it's too late now." He shrugged his shoulders and raised his hand to examine the small cut under my right eyebrow.

I flinched at first, but then got used to his finger softly caressing the cut. "Lemme help you clean it." I nodded and followed him to one of the bathrooms.

The way to the closest bathroom was silent, awkward even. On our way there, Jacques took a small first aid kit.

"After you." Jack lowly said and I gave him a small smile when he opened the door for me.

I walked in first and sat on the sink, waiting for Jacques to take care of that cut.

He opened the small box and took some cotton out, soaking it with alcohol.

He then stood between my legs, as I closed my eyes hard because I knew that would sting.

Jack chuckled, "This might hurt a little." He said and placed the soaked cotton against my cut, making me flinch at the pain.

"Fuck, it stings so much, I can't." I whined in pain and laid back on the wall with my eyes still being closed.

Jacques took it away after the cut was cleaned and washed his hands. I let a small sigh out and felt him coming closer to me. "I'm sorry for acting like that, I was just really mad." He apologized with a frown and I shook my head.

"I know, it's okay Trav. You just wanted to protect me, now I get why." I said, referring to the scar and Jack smiled a little.

"Yeah, I hope you will listen to me next time." He said and I nodded, as I touched his shoulders with my hands, bringing him closer to me. "I will, I promise." I pecked his lips and then I moved to his jawline and neck, leaving some soft kisses there.

"Kells.." Jacques groaned and squeezed my waist with his hands, while pressing his bulge against me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving slowly around his erection.