The Alchemy

Gateway Car

"I am pretty excited and stressed about what is going to happen tonight. I might win my fourth Grammy and announce my new album, or I might not win anything at all. I always stress about it, overthinking every detail. If I don't win a Grammy, I'll announce the new album at my next show in Japan.

Will knows that I am stressed. He puts a hand on my bouncing foot in the car while Tree isn't watching. At his touch, my knee stops bouncing, and I exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding. He always knows how to calm me. He removes his hand just before Tree spots him.

We've been secretly dating for a few months now, and I think these have been the best months of my life. We do a lot of activities together—cooking, baking, singing, dancing, laughing, and talking. And we have great sex too. We usually hang out at my place, though. He is really scared of being fired. I understand that he needs the money to help his brother, but sometimes I wish we could walk down the street holding hands, I could introduce him to my family, and be able to touch and kiss him while others are around, instead of keeping three feet between us all the time.

The car parks in front of the building where the Grammys are taking place. Tree leaves the car first, giving Will enough time to give me a quick kiss. Before letting me go, he whispers, "Good luck, you're going to kill it." That comment makes me smile and restores my confidence.

The night was amazing. I spent a marvelous time with my friends, especially Jack and Lana, and I won Best Pop Vocal Album and Album of the Year for my latest album, Midnights. I also announced my newest album, The Tortured Poets Department. I am so excited for my fans to hear it. It's one of my best creations, and I am so proud of it.

We ran to the after-party a little late; I took too long to get ready. Tree headed there first, and Jack and Lana must already be there. I hurry to the after-party room in my new dress. It's a beige tone with golden stripes made of stones.

I can hear the music and laughter coming from the room. I am almost there when I hear someone calling my name. It's Will, standing in the corner of a doorframe. He looks hot in his suit, but he would be even hotter when I take it off tonight. At this thought, my cheeks blush, and I let out a smirk. I think he knows what I am thinking when he smirks back at me.

Now, standing in front of him, close enough to feel his breath but not enough to attract unwanted attention, I say, "What do you want? I'm already late."

"I want you, Princess," he replies.

I blush at this nickname; he knows how much I like it when he calls me that. He takes my hand and leads me to the empty room behind him. He carefully closes the door behind us, making sure nobody sees us.

He pushes me against the wall, and we start making out. I feel his body against mine, one hand on my neck, the other around my waist. He kisses me passionately. Recently, his kisses have felt different—more passionate, more loving, and less sexual.

"There are a lot of people out there. What if they hear us, or worse, what if someone comes in the room?" I manage to moan between kisses.

"I closed the door, and nobody's going to hear you; the music is loud. And if they hear you screaming how much you're enjoying what to come, they'll know someone really cares about you," he says, letting his hand drop from my waist to behind my knee, signaling me to wrap my legs around him. I do so as he carries me, without separating our lips, to the other side of the room. He finally sets me down on the desk in the middle of the room.

I can feel his lips moving down to my neck, giving me chills all over my body. That gives me an idea.

"There'll be a lot of men at the party. Wouldn't it be nice if they knew I'm already taken?"

He stops kissing me and pulls back a little. I must have scared him. He doesn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, that was stupid," I rush to say.

"No, I think it's a great idea, but what will Tree and the others say?"

"Yeah, you're right. That was a bad idea."

He still fixes me with his gaze, thinking deeply.

"Forget it," he finally says, probably seeing the disappointment in my eyes. He moves closer and sucks on my neck, leaving a noticeable hickey for everyone to see.

Then he goes down on me, reaching my breasts. He kisses me on top of the fabric. His hand moves to the bottom of my dress, dragging it up. As he drops to his knees, my phone rings.

"It's Tree," I whisper as I answer the call. He doesn't seem to care and continues pulling my dress up to my ass. He begins kissing my inner thigh, going higher and higher.

"Hey Taylor, where are you? I thought you were almost here?"

"I am. I just had a little... unexpected hitch," I manage to say, trying not to moan as his fingers press on my clit.

"Do you need help with it?"

"No, no, I'm good. I'm struggling with my shoes, but it's not a big deal," I lie. "I'll be there in a few minutes. See you soon." I end the call, struggling to contain myself from moaning as he inserts a finger inside me.

"Fuck, Will, I thought you didn't want Tree to know about us and you're making me moan while I'm on the phone with her?"

"Tonight, it's my Princess's pleasure that matters the most. You've worked hard all year and received your rewards from the world. Now let me give you mine."

He goes back to kissing my inner thigh and reaches my clit. He sucks it while adding another finger, moving back and forth. I can't control myself and moan. I cover my mouth with my hands to avoid alerting the entire building.

My body relaxes as I reach m'y climax, falling against his body from exhaustion. He lets me rest on his chest before helping me back on my feet. I fix myself and give him a quick peck before leaving the room. He says, "That was just the appetizer; I'll show you what I can do tonight."

He smirks at me, and I roll my eyes and smile.

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The room is full. There are so many people. I make a mental note to say hello to some of them tonight, but I need to join Tree and the others first. I notice eyes on me as I make my way through the crowd. I usually don't think much of it, as people tend to stare at me when I enter a room, looking for outrageous things they can report as the next headline. But tonight, I know why they're all staring—the big hickey on my neck. I also know that none of them will find out who gave it to me. It's my secret and only mine.

I finally find Tree and Lana talking over drinks. I join them with a vodka.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," I apologize.

I notice Tree's eyes drop to my neck.

"Don't worry, I warned them. It was shoe issues, right?"

"Yes, I couldn't find other shoes, so I ended up wearing these. That's why I was late; I couldn't walk in the other ones," I elaborate on my lie. It's convincing enough for Lana but far from convincing for Tree. However, Tree doesn't ask for more details and has a big smile on her face, almost laughing at my sketchy explanation.