My Rockstar's World

Epilogue

"Stop. There's no way the sun is already coming up," Gianna says while she's about to close the curtains to change out of her clothes.

I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist and look out the window. The sun is definitely rising. But it's New Years. Have to take advantage of the new year right off the bat. "Looks like it," I reply while bending my head down to kiss her on her cheek.

I love this girl.

She quickly starts to close the curtains. "I'm going to struggle to get up in the morning for check out."

We stayed in a hotel in Denver close to the venue of the festival, and we're moving to a cabin to stay for a week and ski. After that, we go back to LA and get ready to leave for Amsterdam.

That's if Gianna's passport gets delivered in time.

She waited until the last available minute to remember to get one. She's not the best at remembering things sometimes.

And that's another reason why I love her.

I'm much more organized than her. Well, it might be with the help of my assistants. Maybe I just need to get her an assistant.

I'm starting to be able to form more coherent thoughts as all the drinking we did wears off. There was so much to celebrate, especially since I'll be entering the year dating my dream girl.

I look over to Gianna getting out of her body suit. It's skin tight and has long sleeves, since it's a whole lot colder here than LA. I made sure that she stayed warm up against me the entire night. I guess I'm going to have to get used to the cooler weather when we go to Europe.

She peels off her body suit, exposing her bare body to me. I can't help myself but stare. Someone this beautiful deserves to have such an art of a body appreciated. Specially appreciated by me, because I'd fuck up any motherfucker who tries anything with her.

Stepping out of the bottom of it, she looks up and meets my eyes by rolling her. Oh, she's going to get herself in trouble for doing that.

Gianna turns to the suitcase to pick up her pajamas. "What do you think you're doing?" I question as I step towards her.

"It's a bit chilly to sleep naked tonight," she replies. As we've done many times together at this point.

I grab her pajamas out of her hands, grazing my hand against her boob as I reach. "We both know we're not going to sleep yet," I say lowly towards her ear.

A sly smiles creep onto her face, but she quickly reverts it back to neutral. "Come on, I'm not going to be in a good mood tomorrow if I don't at least get some sleep." She really does get cranky when she's tired. Or hungry. And especially when she's both. That's when scary Gianna comes out to play.

"You can just sleep on the ride to the helicopter and on the short flight there," I say while stepping closer towards her, closing the space inch by inch until our bodies press against one another. I can't stand sitting in traffic. I'll fly whenever I can. "Or better yet," I begin as I wrap my arms around her to pull her closer, "I can just carry you out. The little baby doesn't even have to get up."

She looks up at me with her bloodshot eyes, "I guess I could agree to these conditions, but nothing too long."

I laugh as I bend down to start kissing her neck, already feeling her body falling onto mine, letting me support her weight. "Define long?"

I don't let her answer my question, because her answer doesn't matter to me. I'm going to fuck her for as long as I want. And then even more when she begs for it like she always does. I scoop her up into my arms and carry her over to the bed.