Let There Be Rock || Bon Scott (Completed)

Chapter 5 - I Shouldn't Have Come Here

To answer your nosy question, no. We did not have sex that night, but we got dangerously close. I am happy to inform you I have every intention of forgetting about that experince and pushing it into my subconscious.

If only it was that simple.

I sat down with Melody, who was enjoying a milkshake with her foot propped up on the table. I was rather speechless at the ability of Franky's acting, I knew since the day I met him that he would be a star one day.

My drink of choice was a freshly made coffee from the shop across the street, the untouched donuts soon became just an accessory, my stomach was in knots thinking about yesterday and I was too nauseous to even think about eating them. They remained untouched until Franky came over and ate one, Melody soon joined after, and by then my sweetooth possessed me.

When I'd returned home, I found many messages on my answering machine from Bon. It took me three glasses of wine to get through them all, I could just imagine the hangover I'd have to deal with. Ignoring my doubts, I drank another glass of wine.

Denial possess's strengths to no end. I, and many other people wish it was weaker. Why am I rambling about this suddenly? I'll let you figure that out. I wouldn't be in this emotional turmoil topped by sexual tension if the curse didn't keep me from expressing my emotions.

I knocked on his door, not expecting what was on the other side. The women who opened the door was a fellow blonde women, in fact she looked alot like me. The thought ended when she left without saying anything.

"Is she your wife?" I asked hesitantly when I saw Bon come in, zipping up his pants. Bon just laughed and shook his head.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Bon said as he lead me into his home. I decided that since this was a triggering situation of my wild thoughts, and being I had way too much wine I decided to get right to the point so I could leave as soon as possible.

"I need you to stop calling me." I said darkly, my face lacking emotion. "Please leave me alone."

"Angela are you drunk?" He asked me, his eyes widening in surprise at the possibility.

"NO! Errrr...maybe." I stammered as I scanned his face, he only let out a chuckle. I shouldn't be here. "I don't feel so good...so if you don't want me to puke all over you I suggest you get out of the way."

"Right this way..."

After puking up basically nothing, I chewed a peice of gum, the mint scent ridding the bitter taste of the vomit. Feeling too dizy to do much else, I sat down on the nearest couch. Bon was in a chair not too far away from me, he sat silently.

"So who was she?" I looked up at the ceiling, and I could hear Bon sigh, but then let out a cocky cackle.

"That was Candace." He chuckled again as the words elegantly flowed out. "She's nobody, we just have fun every once in awhile." He paused before he turned to look at me. "Wait a minute. You're jelous aren't you?"

I scoffed, sitting myself up to face him. "Don't fucking flatter yourself. I shouldn't have come here."

Without warning, Bon pushed me up against the wall and I let out a small squeal in reply.

"Why don't you let me in? Why do you push me away and resent me so much?" I felt his hot breath on my neck as he spoke in a low growl.

He grabbed my hand when I got up to leave, spinning me around so I was looking him dead in the eye. "The fuck are you doing?"

FUCK. I waited too long. The feeling that loosened my inabitions the previous day returned in such a strong intensity that I couldn't ignore it, it was so annoying that Bon could easily tell what I was feeling. I knew I'd regret this, but I wanted him now.

I smiled weakly as I felt the high rise up even more. Without any thinking, I directed his hand to my inner thigh. He smirked at me as his hand slipped up my skirt, tugging at the hem of my panties.

I let out a gasp as he slid them off. I bit my lip in anticipation as the hot flashes came over me again. "There's nobody in the other room." I struggled to say as my breathing began to get heavier. What happend next sent me over the edge. Bon tore my thighs open and lifted my skirt up, looking up at me. Nearly out of breath I gave a quick nod as consent. He lowered himself down to the level of my waist, leaving kisses along my inner thighs before making it to my center.

Out of habit, I continued biting my lip, throwing my head back in pleasure. The question kept pestering me, "if it's so bad why does it feel so good?" But soon I returned back to reality, after I had crashed from the high.

"I'm so sorry! I have to go. This was a mistake!"