🔞5EX: SUSTAINED OBLITERATION🔞

Demanding much?!

During dinner Jimmi explains to me that we will stop off at my home so i can collect my passport, laptop, a few personal items, and some clothes before heading to the airport. I won't need too much in the way of clothing as new items will be waiting for me when we arrive at the house we will all be sharing for the next 3 months on the Gold Coast.
I will have my own room in the house, and will be permitted to come and go as I please, I'm not a prisoner after all he tells me. I will be given an allowance monthly to purchase anything I may require during the year. I will have to sign a contract, and also a non disclosure agreement. Only approved work will be published, and I will not be permitted to write anymore fan fictions or news stories during that entire period. I must also agree to remove all six of my 'FiveXfan' stories from the internet platforms they are currently available on and close my accounts immediately. Jesus, demanding much!? Anything else?!

Yanni and Eloise are sitting very close to one another, muttering quietly to one another, occasionally glancing in my direction with withering stares. I refuse to show how nervous they are making me feel, and make a conscious decision to appear jovial. I think that annoys Eloise if the look on her face is any reflection of her feelings. She looks like a bulldog chewing a wasp right now. This does give me a frisson of pleasure, and I smile sweetly in her direction and raise my glass toward her. She in turn flips me off and leaves the table to make a call, heading towards the main door.

"Right, I'm off to shower and change my clothes. Make yourself comfy in the lounge area, I won't be long, then we'll get going" Jimmie says as a small army of hotel staff enter the room, to pack the boys clothes and transfer their bags down to their vehicle.

I re-enter the lounge area taking my wine with me and find Mr Ferdinand still sitting on the couch filling in some paperwork.
He lifts his head as I approach and smiles at me, gesturing to the seat on the couch next to him.

"Please come and sit Sydney. I have some paperwork for you to read through and sign if you will"

"Sure, ok" I reply. "Mr Ferdinand......"

"Please, drop the 'Mr'.....Ferdinand or Ferdi will be fine since we will be spending time in close proximity now" he says with a small chuckle.

"Ok, Ferdi it is then. Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course. Is there something you don't understand?" he asks with concern etched into his features, placing his pen down on top of his briefcase, removing his glasses and looking intently at me. I can tell that he takes his job very seriously.

"How long have you worked for these guys? Is there any advice you can give me to make it through the next 12 months without going insane or comitting Murder?" I ask wryly.

He remains quiet for a few seconds as if considering his response before saying just five words, "stay on Yannis good side!"

"That's it? Well that's me screwed then, he already hates me. Do you assist in will making Ferdi, I feel I may need one!" I joke, then swallow a gulp as he frowns! God help me, this is going to be a very long year!

Forty five minutes later after 2 large glasses of wine and some documentation signing on my part, and many loud enquiries about the location of someone's toiletries or sunglasses on the guys part, we are all squeezed together in the lift down to the parking garage. I am at the back of the lift in the corner, Jimmie to my left and Yanni directly in front of me, and bizarrely he is facing me. I have zero personal space and find it strange that he does not have his back to me, surely that's the more usual way to ride in a lift?!
I attempt to step back a little and succeed in achieving a few precious centimetres of space. Unfortunately Yanni notices, steps forward and brings my short lived feeling of relief to an end, filling that space entirely, my sense of victory squashed. I am totally immobilised now. I look up into his eyes and I see spite, derision and a glint of something else I can't put my finger on. One of the other guys moves and knocks him into me and we collide. I feel the weight of his body as it presses into me, my mouth only millimetres from his neck. I'm so close that I can feel the warmth of his skin on my lips and can see the tiny mole at the outer edge of his left eye. I suck in a shocked breath, after all, I've never been pinned between two hard surfaces before, and Yanni lets out a short one syllable breath of laughter then straightens his body and steps away from me. I look up into his face, my cheeks definitely burning with embarrassment, and am greeted with a sardonic grin, the tip of his tongue visible at the left corner of his mouth, and a raising of one eyebrow!

"Sorry!!" he whispers, leaning so close to my face I can smell the minty fresh toothpaste on his breath. He moves back slightly and turns to face the door of the lift. I am left staring into the back of his jacket.

We've all heard of 'love at first sight', but is it possible to hate someone at first sight too?! This man is absolutely nothing like the image I had of him in my mind.
Every young girl and many an older woman have created a desirable personality to go along with the physical attributes she finds appealing in her celebrity crush. I am no exception. I am mortified by the knowledge that this monumental douche before me has, until today, been my celebrity crush. I think it is because it is a 'safe' interaction.
He can't hurt me because I create the narrative in my safe little world of fantasy. I bestow upon him the characteristics I find attractive, he will be anything I desire him to be, will behave in any way I choose to imagine him, will use whatever language I place on his tongue. He is unable to hurt me because he isn't real, he is a pleasing construct, a distraction from 'real men', available men who could hurt and disappoint me again.
The reality of physically meeting someone I have had a connection with, albeit it imagined and entirely in my mind alone, has been utterly crush crushing!
Yanni is a rude, angry, mean, spiteful, miserable bully in my opinion. If they had approached me in the regular way to ask me to write their bio for them I'd have leapt at the chance. To have been effectively blackmailed into it has rather taken the shine off of what could have been an amazing experience. I'm going to teach this man a little something about manners and patience during the next 12 months. I'm not sure how yet, but when I work out what makes him tick I will delight in winding him up...... he is going to regret forcing me into anything.