david
i can't fucking do this anymore. i took long, determined strides towards simon's dressing room. i barged in angrily, finding simon casually eating carrot sticks. he turned towards me rather cross. i immediately crumpled under his gaze. this is what power is. clenching my jaw, i tried to clear my mind from the fear clouding it.
"simon cowell.", my voice seemed small and empty in the spacious room. he said nothing, only arching a brow. "who am i to you?", my voice now a little stronger.
trash. you really think you have a chance with simon cowell? he's one of the most powerful men in the television industry. he could make your career come crashing down with one word.
my mind brought crushing blows to my already low self esteem. had i really thought i could make cowell love me? my train of thought was abruptly interrupted by simon standing and walking over to me. i couldn't help but tremble a bit.
his hand cupped my face tenderly, his thumb swirling patterns on my cheek. i stiffened at his touch, surprised. his arm made its way to my waist, pulling me closer. i could smell his cologne, masking the smell of harsh tobacco. his lips seem to brush mine, teasing me. i couldn't help but whimper.
his lips curved into a smirk, enjoying my reaction. his hand, released my cheek finding its way into my hair. i whimpered again, biting my lip, i needed him to say something. he gazed into my eyes, his a dark chocolate swirled with caramel and something i couldn't name.
his long lashes tickled my cheeks, we were that close but he only continued to tease, my face now a crimson mess. simon parted his lips, "you are david walliams.", he rumbled silkily.
what does that mean? i looked at my hands that had settled on his chest. i pushed him away, yelling, "what does that bloody mean?!" he blinked in shock, stumbling backwards. i watched him pick up his phone and ring lauren. i felt a surge of anger at his refusal to speak. "hullo?", the other side answered. simon kept his eyes locked on mine. "we're over. i'll see you in court for custody of eric. fight if you can, i'll most likely win.", he said cheekily.
my eyes widened in shock. he hung up, dropping his phone onto the table. he pushed me back onto the couch. he straddled me and leant forth, whispering, "you're everything".
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i enjoyed writing this chapter. lol, 69 views.
i'm such a failure.
