Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 52

Liza pov

"Oh god. Please be careful." I half whined as I felt him move my legs.

My body is completely overstimulated at every nerve ending. Everything aches and I can feel almost every touch a hundred times more intense.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you now. I ruined you and now I'm gonna look after you." He explained, running a warm rag up my legs.

"You didn't ruin me." He laughed at my words.

"Liza, you can't even stand." He teased as he massaged my hips for me.

I let my head fall back as he continued to massage my skin. I felt him lift my arms as he massage my sides before moving them to relax my under boob.

"Ay." I slapped his hand away as I felt his fingers pinch at my nipples lightly.

"I'm sorry baby, it was too tempting." He admitted, cupping my cheeks with his hands and pressing a kiss to my lips.

"You are a whore." I stated, watching him nod proudly.

He disappeared off the bed and into my closet. He came back pretty quickly, this time holding a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants along with a thong. He pulled the underwear up my legs, letting them fall against my hips with a ping causing a wince.

"You just love seeing me in pain don't you?" I asked as I smirk formed on his lips.

"You know you're enjoying it." He dismissed, pulling the sweats up my legs and tying them off. Not the point.

He helped me sit up and pulled the hoodie over me, making sure that none of my hair was trapped under the collar. He tucked a piece behind my hair and left a kiss to my forehead before passing me a cup of coffee.

"When did you have time to make this?" I asked, confused as I never saw him leave the room.

"Liza, you passed out. Not for long, but you were out for a good ten minutes." He stifled a laugh as I widened my eyes at him.

"Wait really?" I questioned, not really believing him.

"Yes really." He replied as he sat up in the bed next to me, leaning back against the headboard, just like I was.

"I did not realise I did that." I couldn't tell if I was stunned or embarrassed at the fact that I did that.

"I could tell." He chuckled as I continued to sip on the coffee.

We fell into a sea of silence. I was still sat, drinking the coffee and he was replying to messages and emails on his phone. He was kind of slumped against the headboard, so I placed the cup on the side, and manoeuvred myself so I was laying down with my head resting on his stomach. He put his phone down on the side and planted his hands in my hair, messing around with the drying strands.

"What did Colson have to say when you went to see him?" I asked softly, breaking the silence.

"He basically just told me the date of the VMA's, where the venue is and that I can bring someone to come with me." He answered, twirling my hair around his finger.

"Cool. Have you thought any more about if you're gonna go?" I queried, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Of course I'm going to go, because I'll have you with me." He replied as if it was a silly question.

"Me?"

"Yes you. If I can bring someone I'm obviously going to bring my girlfriend." He clarified.

"What about Landon?" I asked, not wanting him to be left out.

"He's already going. Look, if you don't want to come you don't have to. The offer is there, because there is no one else I'd want to be with me."

"Don't get me wrong. Of course I want to go, and if you want me there I'll go with you. I was just worried that Landon would be left alone. What's the date?"

"Saturday." He replied, making me nod against him.

We both fell into another silence. I was drawing shapes on his stomach with my nails and he was sat playing with my hair. Occasionally he'd flop it over my face and laugh as I glared up at him. I also felt him leave a few kisses to my head before returning back to his position and playing with my hair.

"Your scar is really pretty, by the way." He stated randomly, making my stomach drop. Fuck.

"What scar?" I asked, trying to pretend I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Don't play stupid Liza. You know exactly what scar I'm talking about." He said in a monotonous voice.

"Oh that scar. Yeah, no. You're wrong." I denied, already knowing it was a lie.

"No I'm no-"

"Yes you fucking are. I hate it. It's thick, it looks horrible and the stitch scars aren't much better either." I stated, making him raise his eyebrow at me.

"Did you really think you could hide it from me? I was always gonna see it Liza." He questioned.

"I was going to hide it for as long as I could." I stated simply, not giving a shit anymore.

"But why? It's so beautiful. Why hide it?" He continued to push.

"Because scars are only beautiful when they represent a battle. My scar just represents my own selfishness. It's there because it's what I wanted, no battle went into the come abouts of that scar. I just wanted to be a whore with no repercussions, so I got my tubes tied, and it left a horrible scar to show how selfish I was." I explained.

"How is it selfish that you got your tubes tied because you didn't want kids? I'm not seeing how it's selfish." Because you're blind.

"So many women aren't lucky enough to be blessed with the opportunity of having kids naturally, and I took away mine because I wanted to fuck people without getting pregnant." I answered, almost silencing him.

"Liza, it's not your fault that other women can't physically have children. It's not your fault that you don't want to have kids, and it's not your fault that you decided to do something about it to make sure that it never happens by mistake. But this is reversible. You don't have to live your entire life without children if that be what you wish. But it doesn't make your scar ugly or horrible or selfish." He ranted, making me shake my head at him.

"I'm sorry. But you're not gonna change my mind on this one. I know you preach to your followers that scars are beautiful and that people should embrace theirs, but I'm not doing that with mine." I stated, making him smirk at me.

"We'll see about that one Liza." He said smugly.

"Yeah, okay Jaden." I fake agreed with him, laying back down on his stomach.