We Will Always Have Paris

Chapter One

"Please put your pants back on!" I begged Gerald

"No, this is a lot more fun. Besides you came home with me. Its my hotel I can do whatever I want to."

"Then I'm leaving." I walked out of the bedroom door, sure that that would be last that I would actually talk to G-Eazy.

"Marilyn! Marilyn wait!" He caught my arm and turned me around to face him. We were underneath the chandelier and the shadows that it caused on my skin from the moon reflecting off of the individual jewels looked divine. Even I knew that. Gerald took a deep breath and stared at me. He didnt say anything, he just stood there in his boxers and stared at me.

"Um...?" I asked

"I want you to stay. I promise I wont have sex with you. At least not tonight." The words looked like they pained him coming out of his delicious mouth.

"What do you mean at least not tonight?" His eyes were so dark, his back was to the window making it hard for me to actually see the rest of his face, but I knew for sure that his smirk was gone.

"I plan on seeing you again." He stated simply

"Why?"

"Because you're hot, and I like to associate myself with hot women." He pulled me closer, "I dont want to loose another pretty face. Now, will you please come to my room and get naked and listen to some music? We can even get high if you want."

"We can?!" I dont think my mind was working right. His tall, powerful body loomed over me.

"Of course we can. I pay them enough." Them, I assumed, were the people who ran the hotel and the poor cleaning crew that would have to figure out how to get rid of the stench.

Gerald's hands were working quickly. His nimble fingers slipped underneath my shirt and pulled the thin pink material over my head and off my body. I started blushing when he reached for my belt buckle.

"I can take my own clothes off..." But it was too late, my pants were undone and Gerald was pulling them down my legs. When they reached my ankles he scooped me up and carried me to his room.

Gerald layed me down and snuggled up against my body. His lips were close to my ear when he whispered, "What's your favorite song?"

My all time favorite song was actually a bluegrass song from Nickel Creek called "When you come back down." But I couldnt very well tell him that my favorite song wasn't made by this naked man.

"'Tumblr girls'. Or 'Must Be Nice'. Ohhh 'Let's Get Lost!'" His chuckle resonated in my ear, then he started the best concert I've ever heard.

"Cause I'm in love with these Tumblr girls, with skinny waists and drug habits

"Pretty faces love status, she acts as if she's the baddest. Man I swear she's just like tons of girls, she expects the free drinks

"And I'm successful she thinks, always comes around when weed stinks. We fuck off and on, off and on, only ever really fuck off and on. Never see her these days cause I'm often gone. When I'm home off tour never stop for long. Back this week from across the pond. Noticed I was close to the block she's on, elevator to the floor her loft is on

"Drinking whiskey, she likes vodka strong. But after we fuck it's over, walked out the door; that's closure. No I can't stay here and hold her, tomorrow act like I don't know her

"Wouldn't ever be here sober, can't tell which one is colder. My clothing's on, we both did wrong, I gotta go that's what I told her

"She said she can't feel her face, right now I can't feel my heart. For your feelings there's no place, but you knew that from the start. You and I were made of glass, we'd never last . Meant to die, we moved fast and then we crashed. You and I were made of glass, we'd never last

"She's fine as fuck and she knows it, sexy body she shows it. Loves the drama she chose it, she draws the line then she blows it. The most fun I suppose it, pops a bottle won't close it. Fills a fifth then she throws it, she pops a bar now she's dozing. She's hot and cold, hot and cold, homie I don't know she's hot and cold. Truly the bullshit has gotten old, superficial with a rotten soul.

"Fucking off and on, always stop and go. Probably got someone, choose not to know. Head to her place then we lock the door. Making bad calls when I'm off the blow. Cause she's a bitch, I'm selfish, want every girl, can't help it. And it's tough for me to shelf it, it's you I see myself with. Right now I know you felt it, I touched her then she melted. We shouldn't chill but we do it still, gotta play the hand if you dealt it

"Missing everything you say, it's not important what you stand for. You're asking will he be the one, I'll be gone before you're done tonight. Waiting for another day, you're not getting what you paid for. Trying to salvage what's undone and deny you got outrun tonight. Never knew her name, they're looking all the same to me. They only chase the fame, there's no one left to blame but me."

His smile was so sweet and this night was strange that it didnt seem to matter if I kissed him. Thankfully I didn't, we were already nearly naked in a bed together and I did want to keep to my morals.

"Gerald?"

"Why do you call me that?"

"Call you what?"

He frowned, his beautiful face contorted yet still amazingly beautiful, "My name." it came out as an uncomfortable whisper.

"Because its your name. Does that bother you?"

"Yes it does."

"Why?"

"Because I'm famous. Insignificants aren't supposed to call the famous by their real names."

I sighed and meet him eye to eye, "Maybe I call you Gerald because I've always thought of you as a real person, not G-Eazy, a guy who can't even spell."

He rolled his eyes but smiled, "I can spell, but its cooler spelled incorrectly."

"Whatever!" I grinned and jumped off the bed.

"Are you being suggestive?"

"No, I have to go home and sleep so I can go to work tomorrow."

"Work?!"

I laughed, "Yes work!" I pulled my clothes on and turned to leave.

"No goodbye kiss?"

"No."

"How do I find you, Frenchie?"

"You don't."

"But if I want too..."

"You wont."

I left his room and walked beneath his crystal chandelier as I exsited the room. I left the lobby with the snooty desk lady and stepped out on to the rain slicked streets as I left behind Gerald and that crazy evening. Or so I thought.