STAY

Thirty Four

That evening I was doing an impromptu fashion show, uncharacteristically flaunting all my new underwear. Surprisingly each thong and the bra he had picked, fit me beautifully. We had ordered in and I was feeling warm and fuzzy on my third glass of wine. "Have you had a nice birthday?" he asked me as I came out in the final one. He was sprawled out on the sofa, looking like a snack. "Yes, thank you" I said spinning and showing him my backside. My hair swishing around my back. "God, you are a hot piece of ass" he growled. "You sure know how to make a girl blush" I giggled. My phone signaled a message, "it's from Jamie" he said glancing at the screen. "You open it" I nodded as I popped another strawberry in my mouth. He picked it up, sliding open the message. Immediately a grin spread across his face. "Gigi, how many Instagram followers do you have?" he asked me curiously. I stopped twirling and looked at him. "I don't know 20 or 25 I think" I said shrugging. "You might want to change your account to private" he suggested. I moved, kneeling in front of him on the floor, between his legs, watching him tap on my phone. He turned the phone to show me the screen and I gasped, 32K!!! "What the fuck? Who the hell has followed me and why?" I asked incredulously. He passed me the phone and I looked at the accounts that had followed me. All of them were Jared fan accounts. I scrolled down the list, my mouth hanging open in surprise. "Read Jamie's message" he said. I open the message and gasped again.
~ What the hell Gigi!! You were fucking in the change rooms?! Did you seriously imagine no one would notice??!! Check Jared's tag on IG and Twitter, you're famous babe!
I quickly did as she suggested, I gasped yet again. Photos of us, walking through the department store. Me holding the thongs laughing. Jared holding them, walking toward the change room. And ... oh God ... walking out of the change room. Jared looked like the cat who ate the cream. I looked pink cheeked and pretty much, just fucked. Some of the comments were wondering who I was, but they seem to have figured that out. The other comments, all ranged along the lines of,
- Yeah I would fuck him anywhere I could too
- Omg the lucky bitch!
- Wonder how I can get that job?!
There was also some nasty comments,
- So are they are couple or is she just his traveling fuck buddy?
- It's his nurse, wonder what kind of a nursing she practices? She's only there for the fame
There were more. My heart sank reading those. I looked up at him in shock. He looked at me curiously, trying to gauge my reaction. "What's wrong Gigi?" he said. "Have you read these comments?" I said dismayed. "No, I avoid it as much as possible, it's better that way, you'll do well to do the same. Put your account on private, it's up to you whether you block everyone you don't know. But just so you know, the more you try and hide the more they try and find you, be careful what you post if I'm in it" he said leaning forward and stroking my cheek. "I don't think I've ever posted a photo of you, except the one of our matching Vans, but that was just our shoes. I like to keep, us, private" I said. "Me too" he nodded. I sat in stunned silence for a minute or two, then I texted Jamie back.
~ Thanks for the heads up, that was a surprise
~ You obviously made up ;)
~ Uh yeah we did ...
~ You know you're mom will probably see it
~ Oh fuck!! I'll just deny it
~ Good luck with that
~ Bye!!
"What now?" he asked seeing my expression. "Uh, she said my mom would probably see it" I said shaking my head. He made a pretend shocked face. "Smart ass" I snorted. "Gigi, you are in the most perfect position" he said, his voice suddenly low and sensual. It sent a shiver through me. I was still on my knees, between his legs. "Really? For what?" I asked innocently. He raised an eyebrow and grabbed his rapidly hardening cock, squeezing it through his pants. "It's not your birthday for another six days" I said. "How do you know when my birthday is?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "I googled you when you asked me to come work for you" I said raising my own brow. "Hmm, I feel like even more of an asshole, well I couldn't exactly google you" he said, a note of defensiveness in his voice. "I told you I don't care, it's fine" I said running my hands up and down his thighs. He leaned forward, pulling me up by the hands to straddle his lap. He took my head in his hands and bought my face in close to his, kissing me softly " I love you Gigi" he murmured against my lips. "I know ..." I said kissing him again. He looked at me and smiled, shaking his head. "Well, do you want that early birthday present or not?" I asked saucily. "Happy Birthday to me" he groaned as I slid back onto the floor.
*
"Oh wow, this is just beautiful" I said in awe as the car pulled up. Two days before Christmas and we had been driven two and a half hours outside of London and had finally arrived at a beautiful medieval castle. Some of it in ruins, some of it still intact and standing. Our lodgings was a part of a main house surrounded by a group of cottages, all standing near each other but totally separated. It was freezing and despite it being 11.00 in the morning, it was still foggy all around the grounds. The driver and concierge helped bring our bags in. The inside was even more beautiful. High cathedral ceiling, a huge fire was lit in the fireplace. With some couches on either side. I wandered off leaving Jared to talk to the concierge. The bedroom was pretty, dark paneled walls and a huge four poster bed, hung with red velvet curtains dominated the room. Matching red curtains hung across the windows. The whole room had a strong gothic feel to it, another roaring fire was going. The bathroom was thankfully modern. A large claw foot slipper bath in front of French windows was the main feature. Crisp white everywhere, a contrast to the dark features in the rest of the cottage. "I can't wait to get in that bath with you" he said coming up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. "Isn't it just beautiful?" I said. "I love the bedroom" he said pulling me back in there. "Apparently, one of the Kings, Henry the something, big fat guy, with the lots of wives, stayed at the castle. He came into these rooms to fuck the maids" he said grinning. I laughed, "uh, Henry the 8th! That's so cool, wait did you make the last part up?" I asked suspiciously. "No, that guy just gave me a full history, why do you think I took so long?" he said. "Oh my that's fascinating" I said excitedly. "I think I was a King in a past life, I'm feeling very domineering today, this place is bringing it to life" he said puffing out his chest. I squealed as he took me by the arms throwing me gently onto the bed. He crawled up and hovered over me, "now see here wench, I'm going to tie you up to this bed and have my way with you" he said with a wicked grin. I giggled, "I thought you didn't like role play" I said, "well I don't usually, but this place ..." he said shrugging. "Well, you already act like you're the boss of everyone, you don't need to pretend" I said rolling my eyes and laughing again. "You little smart ass" he said, but just as he was getting ready to flip me over, there was a loud knock at the door. I frowned, "who's that?" I whispered. "I don't know" he said, climbing off the bed and sauntering off. I got up and followed him, standing well away, but close enough to see. It was two of the wait staff, from the main house. They had brought afternoon tea on a big silver serving platter. The second guy handed Jared a package. He closed the door on them and nodded appreciatively, "nice, would you like some tea?" he said. "Yes please, what is that?" I said pointing to the package. "Ah, it's for you" he said holding it out. I walked over and took it from him. My eyes widened, it was from my dad. "How did he know where I'd be?" I asked confused. He gave me a half guilty smile, "I told him" he admitted. "You what?" I said. "I saw his message to you the other day, asking you where you would be for Christmas, you were being deliberately evasive. So I told him, he just wanted to send you a Christmas present" he explained. I nodded slowly, letting the information sink in. "I didn't tell him because I wanted privacy, from them, especially him" I said. "It's not like he's going to come and see you, he just wanted to send you something, what's so bad about that?" he said. "You don't understand, he thinks he can fix everything by throwing money at it. I'm upset about Christmas so he sends me a present, I just .... you know what, you don't get it, you obviously never will" I said shaking my head. "I was trying to help" he said defensively. "So you decided to, go through my phone and find my contacts and send a secret message to him?" I asked, it was more a statement though. "You give me your phone all the time to look at your messages and ... " he said in defense, but trailed off halfway through. I nodded, "yes I do, because I trust you. But I would never dream of going through your phone, with the sole purpose of interfering in your personal life" I said calmly. "When you say it like that, it sounds bad. I ... thought it was the right thing to do" he said, though he suddenly didn't sound so sure of himself. "I'm sure you did" I said. I didn't feel like continuing the conversation, it would only make me angry and I'd probably say something I would later regret. "I think I'm going to take a bath" I said quietly. "What about tea?" he said. "I don't really feel like it now" I said exhaling, suddenly feeling exhausted. "Gigi, please, don't walk off, get angry, scream at me" he said grabbing my hand. "I just want to be alone" I said looking away from him. He let go of my hand and I walked off without another word.