Guarded (Lloyd Hansen AU) 18+

14

Lloyd

My dick hurts.

Everything hurts, but it's the sign of a good fuck, so I guess the pain is worth it. Court is already up and dressed by the time I wake up and looks smugly at me.

"You look like shit".

I sit up and groan. "Thanks, feel like it too".

"What went down last night? You didn't come back for a while?"

You mean who?

I grunt and get up, stretching my body out. "The superstar was being demanding as usual. Nothing too major".

No. It's not like we fucked for hours on end. Court clearly knows something is up but makes no attempt to talk about it. Purely because he knows I'll punch him in the dick.

I check my phone, seeing a missed call from Barbara and groaning. "Fuck sake" I utter as Court looks over.

"What?"

"Nothing you need to worry your Ken doll head about". I brush it off.

I know what she's going to ask, and part of me is gearing up to call and say no. It's the same question she's been asking for weeks on end.

Dani has woken up Brontë and we all jump into the car, ready for day two of torture. - for me at least. Superstar has her sunglasses on and an oversized hoodie to probably hide the dark circles under her eyes. She's not listening to Dani though and in the end I clear my throat.

"Think you could turn it down to mute back there?"

"Seriously Lloyd?" Dani huffs

"Yeah, I am. I don't wanna hear it and clearly Polly Pocket doesn't wanna either". I swear there's a tug of a smile on Bronte's lips, but she says nothing. Her publicist immediately shuts up and goes back to rage typing on her phone.

"When we get there could someone get me an iced latte before I go insane". Bronte demands, going back to her diva ways. 

I sit back in the seat and close my eyes. "Say 'please' or someone will end up ramming it up your ass". I say through gritted teeth. 

There's silence before a begrudged "Please" sounds from the back. 

"See? Manners cost nothing"

"Says the guy who isn't picking up his phone as it's ringing". 

Damn. My phone is and now I look at it. Barbara. I'm gonna have to take it to prove a point, no matter how much I wanna. "Hello?" 

"Lloyd, how are you?" 

She's too damn kind to me after everything. It annoys me. She should just carry on hating me and declaring me dead to her. "Ok. What's wrong?" 

"Nothing, but..." 

"You wondered when I was going to see you". I finish off her sentence. 

Her sigh sounds defeated. Tired. She will never be done with me though. "Yeah, I guess I was. I noticed that the lovely singer you're helping on tour is back in Miami soon? I thought that..." 

"Ok". Is all I reply. 

"Ok? You will?" 

I shove my earbuds in and then get my calendar up on my phone. "Yeah, I'm just looking at the schedule now". 

"I wouldn't want to mess up your schedule. I know you're incredibly busy". 

I write 'Fire Suzanne' into the box on the day after the tour ends, before going back to where I find the second batch of Miami dates and look at them. "I can come on the 15th. Probably late morning. I'll need to be back mid afternoon though, or at least just before". 

This is gonna be fucking painful. 

"That'd be great, yeah. I can get some things in for lunch if you'd like?" 

"Don't go to too much trouble for me. I'll see you then". I tell her, knowing that I don't deserve any kindness from her.

"Lloyd". 

"Yeah?" 

"You're my stepson. No matter what's happened and everything that was said. You are always that. Please don't try to push me away, not when you're really the only person I have left". 

I'm silent for a moment. "I'll see you on the 15th, sorry, I need to get back to the superstar". 

"Oh yes! I've seen her on TV, lovely looking little thing, you should bring her too if she's not busy". 

"See you on the 15th". I repeat and we hang up. 

I take my ear buds out and replace it back with the one I use to talk between my guards. "All good?" Court asks as we pull into the studio parking lot. 

"Not exactly sure what defines 'good' for me nowadays but I'm rolling with it". 

Bronte is out of the car before it barely stops and strutting towards the set. I roll my eyes and get out, following her. The sooner this shoot is over the better. Then I can go back to doing my job and not being the fan's flavour of the month. 

I endure being fake arrested, fake beaten up, fake kissing the woman who I can still taste on my tongue. It's like she wants to fucking haunt me, that or I'm overthinking and can't taste her in reality at all. But I can, and it bothers me to know that she has some effect. 

You can imagine my relief when the director says the video has wrapped and I can finally go back to being Lloyd the security guard, and not Lloyd the fake video boyfriend. 

"I'm going out for dinner tonight, Dani will give you all the details". She announces to me as she comes over, ready to go back to the hotel. 

"You have a 5am flight tomorrow". 

She snorts. "Like I give a fuck". 

I grab her arm and take her to one side. "Why all of a sudden have you reverted back to being a total bitch?" She says nothing and I stare at her. "Is this because of last night? Because I thought we'd agreed it can't really happen again. What is this? Like dick withdrawal symptoms?" 

"Just be ready for me tonight, Hansen". She yanks her arm from my grasp and walks off. 

I'm not sure if she means the dinner or after that.