Come Break Me Down

Chapter 5

After that night together our relationship was forever changed. We were no longer only friends, however, he still showed zero emotion toward me in front of anyone. That was the one thing we agreed on. He wanted to keep the relationship private for as long as possible and I was fine with that. I couldn't share my secrets with any friends, because I trusted nobody.

Not wanting to draw attention to him, I always stayed backstage and would often bring a book to read. I didn't want to create more drama for him than he already had. When we went anywhere together, I walked behind him and never spoke directly to him, until we were completely alone. At that point the fans didn't even know that I existed.

There were pictures taken of us together of course, but none would indicate more than a friendship, until the vacation we took together almost a year later. It was then that a photo was leaked. We were walking on the beach kissing and someone snapped a photo. So much for our privacy. It just pissed me off so bad knowing that we had been so careful all this time and one picture changed everything. He never commented on it publicly, but he was different from that point on. When we were out, he always held my hand. Most of his fans were respectful, but there were a few who I'm sure hated me just for being with him.
I finally went to a show and didn't hide out backstage. Watching him on stage was one of the most exciting things I've ever seen. He truly loves his fans and it shows. They love the band like it is their religion and he is the happiest when he's surrounded by them.

His friends and the crew are like family to him. When I first met them, nobody really spoke to me other than an occasional, "hi." As time passed, they got to be more friendly and now we get along great. I was never alone when I traveled with him, unless it was in a hotel room. The one thing he asked of me was that if I needed to go out, I must take someone with me, it didn't matter who it was, just as long as I wasn't alone.

He made it seem like I was in need of a babysitter. I'm not a person who likes to have a tagalong, but this was something Jared wouldn't change his mind on and we had massive fights over this more than once.

It was during one of those fights, that our sex life changed as well. We were in New York at the time and had a stupid fight. He was angry with me for leaving and not telling him or anyone where I was going. I broke the one rule that he gave me, and he was not happy about it. I was bored and didn't mean to piss him off that bad.
He said that he'd be back early, but when he still wasn't there by lunch, I decided to take a walk, alone. I wasn't gone that long, making sure that I was back a few hours before we had to leave for the venue. Opening our hotel room door, I saw him sitting there on the bed, facing the door, as if he had been waiting for me. He looked so angry. Walking in and taking off my jacket, I smiled at him, knowing he was obviously pissed and ready to argue. Standing in front of me, he scowled, "You were gone a long time. What the hell did I tell you about going off alone?"

I knew by his tone that he wasn't going to let this one go." Jared, I'm not a child. I think I can handle myself walking around the city. As you can see, I'm just fine and back with time to spare," I spit out, turning my back to walk toward the bathroom.

He jumped up off the bed, walking behind me. As I grabbed the knob to open the bathroom door, he slammed it closed, quickly spinning me to face him. I could see the anger in his face as he spoke. "All I asked was that you go with someone! If something were to happen, you couldn't make a call since you left this here!" He held up my cell phone.

I tried to take it out of his hand, but he only held onto it tighter. The vein under his eye started to bulge. Feeling his hot breath on my face as he spoke, I realized that I'd never seen him so angry before. "Not only do you leave alone, but you leave the damn phone." He shook his head as he started scrolling through my phone. "Three missed calls from me. I didn't even realize that you left it until I tried to call twice from the car and once when walking into the room. When I got in here and heard the ringtone, I was furious. That's not too smart, leaving it here and then going out alone."

I should've just apologized and told him that he was right, because I knew he was, but I'm so stubborn. Watching his face turn to shock, I snatched the phone right out of his hand. I stalked toward the door with a rebellion I hadn't had since my teen years, I raised my voice at him. "Stop treating me like a child!"

Jared shot up fast behind me, pushing me against the door and grabbing the phone out of my hand. Resting his forehead to mine, he spoke clearly and calmly. "Two things you will learn about me. Number one, you will not ever snatch anything out of my hand again and number two, you will not walk away when I'm talking to you." His eyes were closed and I could see the rage in his face.

I had never seen him like this and I have to admit, it was kind of hot, but pissed me off at the same time. I wanted to see what would happen if I pushed him even further. "What if I do? What will you do about it?"

He pressed his body to mine and smirked, "I'd drag you over to that bed, pull your pretty little panties down, and spank your ass good!"

Laughing out loud, I replied, "Okay, dad," I knew that he was in rare form and I was testing him.

He looked even more angry when he replied. "What did I tell you about calling me that? I'm not your father, but you may call me sir, as I spank your little ass. Do you think this is a joke? I was really worried." I rolled my eyes, trying to think of a smart ass comeback. He didn't even crack a smile as he stood in front of me holding my phone and again scrolled through it. He stopped to look at me. "I suggest you don't test me, but if you do, I can promise one thing, your little ass will be very sore at the show tonight."

Not believing that he would actually attempt to spank me, I reached forward and took my phone back. "You wouldn't dare."