Ace Huxley's Daughter

4

I leaned against the wall backstage. Olive. It had taken me hours to find a name. Next to nowhere had it. He really did his best to keep it out of the press. But one tiny slip up in a video interview a few years ago is all I needed. His daughter, Olive. I didn't want to start cyber stalking her. I wasn't that mad. A little pissed off. Excessively turned on. I don't like being lied to. Or being turned down. 'You're not my type.' Doesn't matter what your type is sweetheart. Get your arse here.

Her and Hannah were currently drinking at the side of the stage, laughing on the floor as she scrolled on her phone. I'm guessing they hadn't seen each other in a while judging by how much they just hadn't stopped talking. Who has that much to talk about? Nothing needs that much explaining.

She'd changed again. Now showing off a sleeve of tattoos on one arm and a few dotted around her back. I was so her type. I fucking knew I was. I have never needed to have a woman like I needed to have her. I had to be careful about it. I couldn't lose this job. But it's been 6 hours and she has not left my head and my dick has not stopped throbbing.

She laughed again and I twitched, turning around, and heading outside for a cig. I don't know what my action plan here was. I don't know how I was going to make it happen but I was. If she was just visiting her dad, chances are she'd be gone in the morning so I had now. And I hadn't exactly made a great first impression.

I lit myself up, leaning against the wall and taking a deep inhale. This was stupid. She'd be gone tomorrow and we could get back to regularly scheduled devoted roadie who was here to do a job and got free access to see them. That's it. Nothing else in that arena was my business.

"Sorry. Do you have a light?" A finger gently tapped my shoulder twice. "I still need to buy one." Wrong shoulder to tap on right now sweetheart. I turned slightly, the lightest shade of green I'd ever seen with hair as black as midnight. Snow White without her running for her life. She should be. I wasn't good news. Not for a girl like her. Though. Maybe I should be the one running. "Bubbles."

"Olive." She smirked.

"Ah. You got me." Her palm laid flat between us. "Light please."

"You've got more manners now than you did a few hours ago."

"I was perfectly polite. You're the one who was claiming to be my dad. I told him by the way." I had to fight to keep the colour in my face. "He thinks it's hilarious." She wriggled her fingers but I still didn't move.

"It's a bad habit."

"Says the one with the cigarette in his mouth."

"Listen love, you're not exactly in my good books as it is. I'd mind the attitude." I watched as her mind ticked, fingers twisting the small white stick between her fingers, but not for a second did her eyes leave from mine. Locked and loaded like they could bring a man to his knees and she knew it. Not me. I don't kneel.

I could have her here. My car is a mere 10 feet away. I could grab her tiny body without much of a fight and shove her in the back. I bet one kiss and she'd be begging for more. I'd had girls like her before. Defensive with a horrible attitude because they want to be punished. They need to be railed so hard that they can't breathe. They want you to make them unable to walk. As much as I'd never do that without their permission, they wanted to feel out of control. Weak. It was usually girls who had so much control in their day-to-day life that they wanted to hand it over to someone. They want to be looked after. The princess treatment. Girls like Olive are why I work my ass off. It's why I never turn down work. Why I keep money rolling in in so many different ways. I have to afford them. I need them.

"Or what." I had her down to a T. It wasn't even a surprise. I turned my head slightly, blowing the smoke out of my mouth away from her before standing up straight and taking a small step towards her. The outstretched fingers curled slight as I pressed my abs into them but she remained unmoved. So much confidence. I looked around, making sure no one was looking before gently wrapping my hand around her neck spinning and pinning her against the wall with almost no pressure. She didn't fight it. I turned her head, bringing my face down slowly.

"I don't like being made a fool of Olive." A flush of crimson began to creep up the middle of her chest, up her neck under my hand and across her cheeks. I let out a breath and her eyes fluttered shut for just a second. "Now behave yourself before I do something about this attitude." I turned her back to me, squeezing the tinniest amount on her lower jaw until her mouth opened, sliding my cigarette between her lush lips. I turned around before I could see the look on her face, pulling the door open and going back into the venue. I walked calmly into the bathroom, locking the cubicle quickly and pulling myself from my jeans. I hate how much I'd had to do this today because of her. Thoughts of everything I wanted to do coming in waves I was struggling to control, my instincts begging for just a touch, just one taste of what I had no doubt was what heaven tasted like. A few minutes later, the hard on was relieved and I could carry on with my night. She'd be gone tomorrow. I could forget about her then.