Fame

Chapter 2

There is light flooding the hotel room when I open my eyes. There's pressure across my stomach. Curiously I lift my head up from the pillow to see Lucas's arm draped over me. He's still sleeping soundly. He looks peaceful in his unconscious state. He doesn't get enough sleep. Then like always his phone's loud ring sounds throughout the room and he groans before he lazily opens his eyes. "Dammit." The raspy sound he emits makes me look over at him as he lifts his arm from around my body to wipe his face in order to wake himself up faster. I can only lie here and watch him as he curses at his phone. He looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes briefly once more before looking back over at me, ignoring his phone that still rings. Eventually, it stops and he smiles. I can't help but grin back. He looks adorable.

He leans up on his elbow and dips his head down and presses his lips against my forehead. The contact leads me to close my eyes and let out a loud breath. I can't hold back my grin as he leans his head against mine. "I have to go to an interview in an hour." He speaks, his voice deep like he's still half asleep. I start to get up but his arm stops me as he brings me back down to the mattress, his right leg going over my waist as he scoots even closer to me so that his body is practically on top of me like a shield. Lucas looks down at me with exhaustion clear on his face. I want to lay him on his back and tell him to ignore the interview just to stay and get a rest. Only more hate would come from that though if people found out. Plus it would probably get Lucas in some trouble with his manager. What if he called in sick? He could do that, right? Lucas speaks before I can mutter a word though about him staying in. "I'll be back in a few hours, baby." I nod as he starts kissing my skin now, raising goosebumps in the wake of his cold lips. He leans his head up and presses his lips to my cheek before meeting my mouth in a short and sweet kiss.

"Who's the interview for?" The dark ink on his arm catches my attention regularly. Just barely my fingers trace several of the tattoos that cover his skin,

    "Today show." He clears his throat and watches in awe as I continue to glide my fingers over the pieces of art.

    "You performing then?"

    "Yeah," Lucas breaks contact with me to get up and get ready to leave.

    "You want me to stay here?"

    He looks over his shoulder. "Unless you can get ready in forty minutes. Just stay here, I'll be back soon."

    I nod.

He goes into the bathroom to shower while I sit on the bed still. A part of me is still pushing myself to just speak up and tell him to call in sick. Everything is already set up though and Lucas would never tell a lie like that. Not that it's that bad of a lie. It would eat at him if he let his fans down that are all waiting at the studio already. Then if he really got sick it would lead him to being even more superstitious. He would get his karma for lying and standing people up while they waited in the cold for him.

He comes back out with the towel wrapped low around his slim waist. I watch him as he takes it off and finishes drying his body before pulling on a pair of black boxer briefs, his tattoos still glistening with moisture. When he glances back at me my whole face gets hot with embarrassment. I know that I've been caught staring at him. Not that he minds. Lucas slips a dark blue tee shirt over his head and a pair of black skinny jeans with surprisingly no holes in them. "You look good."

    "That's good to hear." He replies and turns to face me who continues to stare at him. He walks back over to the bed. He puts his hands down over the blankets and leans over so that he can let me ruffle my hands through his damp hair and fix it up.

    "There. All done." Boldly I cup his face and his lips meet mine once more in a short, sweet kiss. There are a couple of knocks at the door. His eyes close as he rests his forehead against mine. 

    "I'll be back in a few hours, I'll call on the way back."

    "Alrighty." I kiss him again and there are two more knocks at the door.

    "I'm coming." He gets off the bed and unplugs his phone from the charger and slips it into his front pocket. "Just go back to sleep, Val. I'll see you soon." He says before opening the door and leaving with his security guards. I lean over and pull the curtains back to look down at the entrance doors to see the black SUV waiting for him to exit to take him to his interview. Moments later everyone floods around and gets as close as they can to him as four large men block them from getting any closer. I already know that he's apologizing to each of them that ask for just a second to take a picture or autograph something for them. He's too kind. He hops into the car and his bodyguards follow in quickly. It accelerates down the road.