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Protect me

TW there is going to be knife play (carving initials) in this chapter, if that might make you uncomfortable, just go on to the next chapter and be safe thx :)🤍 HOWEVER I understand that knife play might be too much for some ppl so I'll also release a knife free one with a differently structured sex scene but the rest of the story except the end will be the same :)

As a successful artist in the music industry, the spotlight often casts shadows that few outsiders can fathom. Beneath the glitz and glamour lies a world fraught with dangers and anxieties. Stalkers, obsessive fans, and constant invasions of privacy turn what should be a dream career into a relentless nightmare.

Every step outside feels like a calculated risk, necessitating the presence of a bodyguard to ensure some semblance of safety. The pressure to maintain an image while safeguarding one's sanity becomes an overwhelming burden. The constant scrutiny and the ever-present threat to personal safety overshadow the joy of creating music, leaving a lingering fear that never quite fades.

The only one who has been shielding me from the dangers of my profession, is Jenna. She's been my bodyguard since early in my career. She's been with me through every step of this journey. She has been there to calm me down today when my manager told me that if I don't give him a demo of my new song soon, that I can find a new manager.

I hate being trapped by whatever he needs, I hate being exploited to the masses. It's always "OH MY GOD, IT'S NOVA FLAME! MAY WE HAVE A PICTURE?!" Never my real name, I'm not a real person, just a sight to see.

The only person who calls me by my actual name is Jenna. She's always like, "Hi, Alex. Are you doing okay?" She's always checking in on me; I love it. I love her. I'm so attracted to her tough girl persona, and the kind girl she is inside. When a psycho fan makes me uncomfortable, she knows exactly how to make them horrified and how to make me horny.

I don't even know how I'm going to record a demo out so quickly, all I've been doing is doodling potential lyrics on my body like a crazy person. Jenna noticed my mental decline when she walked in on me humming and writing on myself.

"Alex, this is unhealthy. You haven't left your room in days. You need to get some fresh air." Jenna scolded. "How do you know?" I teased, sticking my tongue out. "Alex, you pay me to stand outside of your door guard you. I am well aware that you've been rotting in your room for the past three days." She replied. I just groaned in response. "I'm just stumped, I have no inspiration." I whined. "Let me tell you what, go take a shower and meet me downstairs. Take your time, okay; take an everything shower, I want you refreshed. We're taking care of Alex today. Let 'Nova Flame' take a break for once." she insisted, closing the door. "Why are you caring so much, Jenna?" I inquired. "Because I do care." she yelled from the other side of the door before she paused. "And it states in my contract that I am to intervene if you have a mental decline like this." she quickly added. "Thank you, Jenna." I replied.

I walked to my shower and turned on my faucet. While the water ran I undressed. I got a good look at myself. Jesus. I wrote a lot of shit on myself. I hopped in to the steaming shower. My first order of business was to scrub all these lyrics off of me. I took forever. Next time I'm using a notebook like a normal psychopath. I washed myself and shaved and just really enjoyed it. When I was done, I walked to my walk-in closet. I then heard Jenna's voice echo through the house. "Alex we're going out, dress casual!" She yelled.

I wore my beige Prada sweater, a cute pink skirt from Dior, a pair of high heels from Louis Vuitton with the classic red bottoms, of course. For jewelry I wore my one-of-a- kind white gold, diamond encrusted necklace from Gucci, and pearl earrings from Dior. I looked casual, right? A sweater, skirt, high heels and light jewelry is casual, right? I walked down the stairs and saw Jenna stare at me in disbelief.