Microphone - Luke Hemmings

7. Salomé

Let's say that the last person I expected to see in my front door after coming home from university trying to enjoy a shift free day would be Mr Luke Hemmings ( I googled him, what?) from the boy band 5 Seconds of Summer. His smug face and tall body leaning over the door frame when I opened the door was the last thing I was supposed to see and I just stared at him for more than 2 minutes waiting for him to vanish because I was positive he was just a fragment of my overactive imagination. I reached out with my finger and touched his forearm and immediately realized that he was in fact real.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Well, hi to you too." he said trying to step into the house.

I stood in the front door like a rock preventing him from coming into my territory.

"I will ask this for the last time. What the FUCK are you doing here?"

"Didn't your father tell you? This is part of the agreement." he said looking confused.

"What agreement?"

"Well, if you let me come in I will be glad to explain." he said trying to enter the house again.

"Don't make me hit you again." I threatened stepping once again in front of him "What agreement are you talking about?"

He took a small step back giving up his attempts to get into the house.

"Hitting you with a microphone was probably not the best thing for my image in the media and we are trying to fix that. Thus, I have to check on you for the next upcoming weeks or so and pretend like I care about your welfare. Hopefully get some pictures taken of us 'having the time of our lives" and pretending to be friends." he said nonchalantly.

"And what makes you think I will take part in that?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him

"Well if you don't then we will sue you for breaking my nose and your father will have to give us back all the money he took to settle." He said before noticing the horrified expression I had on my face "What did you think settling is? Handshakes? Of course he took money for it." he answered the question I was screaming in my mind

I was stunned; I couldn't believe my father would sell his integrity for money. I was made to believe that he was put in a dire situation and had to let the lawsuit go to protect me, but he only wanted money out of it and that struck me harder than the microphone. I felt the world spin around me and I didn't know what to say. The blond boy seemed to notice my discomfort so he just guided me inside the house and closed the door.

"You need to leave." I said quietly, walking to the kitchen to get a cup of water.

"Believe me, there is nothing in the world I wish for more than to leave, but Adam would kill me if I did. He is probably still lurking outside." he said following me to the kitchen.

"You don't even need to interact with me, just strictly business."

As soon as those words left his mouth all the rage inside me that have been accumulated for the past 4 days blasted and I ran up to him with my hands landing on the collar of his flannel pushing him down so we were on the same level. He looked taken aback and slightly terrified.

"This is my life you fucking bastard, not business. I'm not going to let you use me so you can fix your problems. So you better leave now, or I will kick you in the balls so fucking hard you will never get the pleasure of hearing a kid call you daddy." I threatened

"Who needs kids, I want YOU to call me daddy." He said, his face splitting into a smile.

I let go of his collar, too disgusted to even touch him anymore and walked upstairs to my room. That was the most erotic remark ever said to me and I hated how much effect it had on me, negative effect I might add for all you dirty girls and boys out there. Before heading to my room and hiding there forever, I went to Sindy's room where she was sitting on her laptop smiling at some video.