2 DAYS LATER
"No way Cameron. I'm not gonna let that happen."
"Not up to you." I jumped up to pull up my pants. Did I feel like shit? Yes. Was I still going to work? Yes.
"Not up to me— Watch." He pulled out his phone and i looked clueless. What was he going to do?
"Hey I'm calling in for Cameron-" I jumped on him to take the phone and he kept talking. "She can't work. She still feeling horrible. Yeah. The rest of the week? " oh no. He was holding me at an arms length.
"Yeah Thanks. Okay bye." He served me an innocent smile.
"Paris."
I gathered all my words and tried piecing them together.
"I just don't want to be here anymore."
"What? On tour? Or-"
"The bus. I've been on bed rest for two entire days. I'm getting sick."
"Damn you want a night around town? Just ask baby. One night in Paris." He winked at me before dragging me out of the bus.
He pulled something from his pants which I quickly recognized to be a blunt. A fat ass blunt.
"I thought you didn't smoke."
"Once a smoker, always a smoker, right?"
"I don't think that applies to weed but sure." Then I began thinking. "No Paris." I lowered the arm holding the blunt to his lips and looked up at him. I nearly retreated because of those intense green eyes.
They scare the shit out of me.
"I don't want to be the reason you start smoking again."
"Don't worry baby it's fine." He lit it up like a G and damn did he look fine. I was drooling at the sight.
He held it to my lips and I took a hit while we made contact.
Damn. I'm tryna see what that head like. ;- )
He wasn't wearing anything under his jacket today and those black jeans were tight as hell.
Let's see what tonight has planned for us....
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Paris is performing rn and he told me to wait for him on the bus. Probably because he thinks I'm still in pain how cute.
I am in pain but he left me with 3 blunts and I'm halfway through the first one. Hope I don't get slumped.
Paris is so sexy. I hate using that word but there is no other way to describe him physically. Sexy.
His height makes him an authoritative figure anywhere he steps foot in. Which is irresistible. I mean he's the boss.
Then how he held the blunt between his lips today was so—
I can't even describe it.
I stumbled out of the bus after my second blunt, and to say I was fucked up would be an understatement. A straight line was impossible for me to follow at the moment.
I think I'll blame my lack of morals on being this gone. But, Honestly I think I would've still fucked Paris sober.
I've never had sex with anyone other than my ex boyfriend so my expectations for Paris were high.
I mean he must be huge because of all that damn confidence he has.
"Big dick energy." You know.
