Find Me

23. Manager

When I wake up I am immediately greeted with a raging headache, I whimper in discomfort.

"Shh, you're gonna be alright, love." I hear Hero whisper from above as he rakes his fingers through my hair. It is now that I realize my head is on his bare chest and my hands are clutching his sides.

"It hurts," I barely whisper back, the pain making it feel as if I can't even speak.

One of his arms leave my body, making me whine, he lowly chuckles at it. "Here, open your mouth for some pills and water," I abide by his soft command, opening my mouth to feel two small tablets being placed on my tongue, after a straw is then inserted. "Close and drink," he mutters.

Again, I do as he says. I be sure to keep my eyes closed this whole time, knowing that if I were to open them my headache would only grow worse. I sigh in content once I hear the sound indicating I drank all the water. Hero chuckles and his arm tightens around me as he sets the cup to the side.

"Wanna lay in bed all day and watch movies?" He whispers, purposely not being loud so that he doesn't increase my headache.

"Yeah, we need to go get Hen-"

"I already had my mum come get him," he shushes me. "She was super excited and so was he," he adds when my eyes finally open and I look up at him worriedly.

"But-"

He puts his index finger on my lips, "no buts." Hero pulls me so that I'm now fully settled between his legs with my back against his chest.

I try to get out of his hold but his arms around me tighten, "Heroooooo," I groan.

"Now where do you think you're going," his voice grows deeper and more gravely. This is a side of Hero that isn't often shown, every once in a while though. Hero is usually sweet, charming, very puppy like.

But this Hero. This Hero is dark, seductive, controlling in the best most sexiest way possible.

"I'm hungry, I want food," I whine and try to roll out of his arms like a little kid.

"Jo-"

My phone starts to ring, I sigh loudly and reluctantly reach over and grab it. When I look at the screen I see, 12 missed calls from Dean.

"Shit!" I exclaim, "how did I not hear my phone ring before?" I wonder aloud as I get up on my knees. Then slowly I looked up to see a indifferent looking Hero, he should look guilty but he's not! If anything he looks pissed.

"What? A guy was calling you that wasn't me so I declined in," he shrugs his shoulders and places his hands on my hips, which I shove off.

"Hero, Dean is my manager. You're in show business, you know how important it is to answer when your manager calls." Quickly I stand up from the bed, ignoring Hero's pissed off face and answer the still ringing phone.

"J! When I call you I expect you to answer your fucking phone." His snappy voice comes through the receiver, I've never liked Dean. He's creepy and pushy but he gets me jobs so I can't complain.

"I know, I didn't hear the ph-"

"I don't give a shit, you have a audition for a movie next week," he cuts me off, surprising me with his words.

"What?! I never told you I wanted to do acting!" Now I'm pissed, I sing and I play instruments, occasionally model, I don't act.

"With that thick ass of yours you're guaranteed this role..." Deans voice fades out as I feel Hero's large warm hand wrap around the base of my throat and squeeze lightly.

I feel the side of his face brush against my hair as he leans down next to my ear, "hang that phone up right now." He whispers into my free ear as his hand tightens around my throat.

I slightly shake my head no, "are you even listening? God, it truly will be a miracle if you get this role, you're gonna have to put that body to good use with the director-"

The phone is snatched out of my hand, "you want to keep talking to my wife like that you beta prick?" Hero's harsh British accent bites into the phone. "Give me a hour and you're career is gone." He hangs up and tosses my phone onto the desk.

Suddenly his hand is tenderly wrapped around my throat again as my back is pushed up against the wall. "I'm done with people talking badly about and to you. From now on, my manager is your manager, and you are to tell me if anyone says anything mean or even gives you a look that you don't like. Am I clear?" He growls, his face right in front of mine.

"Y-yeah?" I stutter out like a question. Taking a leap of faith I say, "but I do want to take the opportunity for this movie..." I look down with furrowed brows.

His hand drops and instead he hooks his finger under my chin, lifting up so that I am looking him in the eyes, "really?" He asks with a expression I can't decipher what it means.

"Uh, yeah, I mean why not? It could be fun or something." I nervously say, wanting the validation that I constantly thirst for from him.

Out of nowhere he smiles brightly and picks me up into his arms, spinning us around. "That's amazing, baby!" He exclaims once he puts me back down onto the floor.

"Really?" I ask.

"Of course," he leans in close, "who knows, we may even get a chance to be in a movie together in the future." He smirks.

Note from author:

I hate this chapter. Writing isn't as fun as it used to be, I have no clue what I'm gonna do with my stories.