Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 57

Liza pov

"This is a good outfit choice." He groaned as he walked into the bathroom, where I was doing my makeup.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, not looking at him in the mirror as I put eye shadow on.

"Yeah, it's so hot. It makes me want to..." he trailed off, running his hand down my back before putting pressure and pushing me to lay against the counter. "...bend you over and fuck you again." He continued, pulling my hips hard so they hit his.

"Well unfortunately, you can't right now. But afterwards, you can have me whatever way you want." I smirked, watching his eyes roam my body in the mirror.

"I'm gonna make you regret saying that." He warned, leaving the conversation silent as he wrapped his arms around me and waited for me to finish my makeup.

"Are you sure this looks alright?" I asked, causing him to squint at me in the mirror.

"Why wouldn't it look alright?" He retaliated, waiting rather impatiently for my answer.

"It looks tight on my stomach. So you can see all the fat there." I answered, making him scoff.

"What fat?" He asked, moving his hands so they weren't on my stomach anymore.

"All of it. It's so clear to see. I'm gonna quickly chan-"

"You're not changing anything. Liza, you look amazing, and there isn't any fat and your stomach to show off. Please, just keep this outfit on and be happy for tonight." He cut me off, pulling me back so I was facing him.

"But everyone is going to see my fa-"

"No one is going to see your fat because there is no fat to see. Just for one night, forget about what anyone else thinks and wear this outfit because you like it and you feel comfortable in it." He tried to reason.

"But I still look fat. There's no escaping that fact." I argued, making him roll his eyes.

"Can you just be a happy bunny? For one night, that's all I'm asking." He tried again.

"Fine." I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to win this argument with him.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

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We were now all crowded around a table. Travis considered having us all go to Crossroads so he could show off the new menu items that he had put in, but we ultimately ended up going to some Italian place I can't pronounce.

For the third time tonight I've had to dig my nails into Jaden's hand. He keeps trying to innocently place it on my thigh before moving it higher and higher, trying to tease me.

"Will you stop it?" I half laughed as I had move his hand yet again.

"Don't pretend like you aren't enjoying it." He dismissed, but moving his hand anyway.

"That's not the point Hossler. I'm surrounded by people who practically raised me. It's bad enough that half of them watched my sex tape, I don't need to be giving them a free show either." I whisper shouted to him.

"Well the truth is Boeman, you're hot and I want to touch you. I'm not sure if I can wait until we get back to mine." He admitted, trying again to trail his hand up my thigh.

"Be patient." I gritted, moving his hand away and holding it so he wouldn't try anything again.

"Attention, everyone." Travis projected, standing up so he was seen by all of us at the table. "I know all of you may be wondering why I invited all of you guys here tonight, and it was for a few special reasons, actually.

The first is that, while some of you are my biological family, the rest of you are my surrogate family. My chosen family. We never do things like this often enough, and I think that needs to change. It's rare you see all of us in one room completely sober so this is nice.

Secondly, I just wanna say thank you to all of you guys here. I know I'm older than most of you, and had successes before that majority of you were even born, but I still owe a lot to you guys. So I just wanna say a thank for you guys keeping me where I am.

And lastly, my final, and most important point of the night. Kourtney. You have supported to me so much in the past few years. Even when I was an absolute dick and fucked everything up for us, you still stood by me and never said anything bad on my name. I've given it so much though over the last few weeks, and I don't wanna spend another minute of my life not tied to you. So,

Kourtney Mary Kardashian, will you make me the happiest, luckiest and most grateful man in the world, and marry me?" He asked, pulling out a ring box and getting down on one knee in front of her.

"I can't wait to show off to Kim how much bigger my diamond is." She squealed. "Yes. Yes I will marry you." She nodded vigorously, making the whole restaurant erupt into cheers and congratulations.

Everyone at our table all stood up and either hugged each other or started jumping from excitement. I'm surprised we weren't kicked out from the amount of noise we were making, but I guess that's what they'll allow when you've just got engaged.

Once the initial excitement had died down, everyone started to calm down a little, but it was safe to say we were all very much buzzing with excitement. I already knew that the paparazzi were going to eat this up for the next few weeks. Maybe it'll give them something else to talk about.

"Congrats T." I smiled, hugged him as we were getting ready to leave.

"Thanks Lize." He smiled back.

"If I'm not invited to the cake tasting, I'm boycotting the wedding." I threatened, making both him and Kourtney laugh.

"Don't worry, I already knew that one was coming. You're name is above Kim's on the list, got it?" He explained making me squeal.

"Have a nice night you two." Jaden called, grabbing my hand as we walked towards the exit.