A couple days later, I was sitting on my couch watching TV when there was a knock at my door. I figured it was probably my dad and got up to answer it. I opened the door and my heart started beating fast as I saw Noel standing there.
'Can we talk?" He asked.
I couldn't get any words out and just stepped aside to let him into my apartment. I closed the door then turned to face him.
"What do you want Noel?" I finally managed to say.
"I don't like how we left things the other day." He said.
"Well that's your fault so.." I said.
"I know." He said softly.
We stood staring at each other then he walked up to me.
"I fuckin miss ya." He said and that was all it took for me to press my lips against his. We kissed and I felt his hand slide into my sweatpants. I moaned softly into his lips as he rubbed my pussy. My brain knew I was being stupid and I told myself to stop, but my body would not listen. I pushed my hand into his jeans and started rubbing his dick. Things escalated quickly and before I knew it, I was moaning his name, on my knees, on my living room rug, while holding onto the couch as he fucked me from behind. We finished then we both stood up. My knees felt sore and I noticed I had carpet burns as I looked down at them.
"It's so fuckin beautiful when you say my name." He said.
I looked at him but didn't speak. We put our clothes back on then stood in silence. I wasn't sure what to say and I wasn't sure if this changed anything between us or not. Finally, he spoke.
"You can't come over anymore, that fucker got pictures of us."
"Who?" I looked at him confused.
"Remember our neighbor?" He asked.
I still didn't understand.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"That nosey fucker was paparazzi. He got pictures of us together then he tried to fuckin blackmail me." He said.
"Jackson?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. He showed up at the house saying he had pictures of me and you and he would send them to the UK papers unless I gave him money."
"Did you give it to him?" I asked.
"Did I fuck. Bastard ain't getting shit from me." He said.
"What if the papers publish the pictures? What even are the pictures?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach.
"They did publish them. They were of you and me hugging outside that restaurant we went to." He said.
"That's it?" I asked.
"Yeah. I already told my wife." He said.
I looked at him shocked.
"I mean, not about us, but I told her the papers were going to publish a story trying to say I was with another woman. I told her you were just a fan I bumped into outside the restaurant." He said.
"Did she believe you?" I asked.
"I think so. This has actually happened to me before. I just happened to be sitting next to an actress at a gig once, and the papers ran a fucking story trying to insinuate we were cozying up and shit. They cropped me mate out of the pictures who was sat right next to me. I told her it was like that again." He said
"Where are they? I want to see the pictures." I said.
"Google my name and they'll come up." He sighed.
