SS: If I Stay [Alpha] pg24 - Page 16

no worries. you are always welcome

thank you. happy to have you

Note: A little cameo appearance from your very own Donna Specter (aka my alter ego). She's playing a woman in her 50's. But really, she has the heart of a youngin who can act equal parts mama and bear as needed. 😉😆 Enjoy!

Her eyes stalked back to the profile of her lover. They held the answer she was looking for- it was time to get out of their sex bubble and face the world. Precisely two days, five hours and fifteen minutes after she reunited with one man responsible for her every sex dream, she had to wake up. The paps were lined up outside, no doubt. If Asad's PR team blowing up his phone was any indication, the news of their rendezvous had spread like wildfire over LA. Maybe it was even making national rounds.

Although her Nashville country and blues routes guaranteed a half pint freedom from the overbearing fans festering round hollywood, moving to LA awarded no such luxury. Heck, even TMZ was on her tail whenever they caught a slow news day. Now with Asad hanging off the arm of the mediocre celebrity that was Zoya Farooqi, everyone within a five mile radius would want a whiff of their relationship. Her fame avoiding arse would inevitable be dragged along with the man who seemed to live for the limelight. Dear lord, what had she done!

She had nobody to blame but herself though. One look at his delicious washboard abs was enough to make her forget her name. The fact that she got to put her hands and mouth and whatever else she pleased on that walking wet dream was an added bonus.

He was closing in on her, sweeping his tongue along her jaw line in painfully slow circles, killing her in the anticipation of reaching her lips.

"Asad", she whispered breathlessly.

"My heart Zoya, my light".

"Asad".

Tears prickled in her eyes as she savored every word he said like a desperate prayer.

"I can't believe I have you Zo".

"I thought I'd never hear you say that".

"Let's go out Zo, I want to show you off to anyone who listens".

"I...are you sure?"

"More than ever".

"Asad, let's talk to your team. I'll bring in mine".

"You have a team?"

"Well, one small time agent. But I can speak my own mind. I will hold my chin up against the tough-as-nuts agent I am sure you have repping you".

"I never did doubt you woman", he smiled at her

"Woman?" She cocked her head at that remark. "Say that one more time Asad and I won't be playing nice".

"Woman", he repeated just to tease her.

"You are begging for a kick in the family jewels. Poor little Asad downstairs wouldn't want that, would you now?"

Zoya had on a completely serious face as she stared at, and carried out a one-sided conversation with his dick.

"f**k, that's hot".

"Mhmmm".

"I am not little, you know", Asad added almost as an afterthought to his now very strained condition below the waistband. He not-so-discreetly readjusted himself.

"I told you those jeans were too tight. And, before you ask, yes, they make your ass look Kim Kardashian's. f**king A babe!" Zoya chuckled to herself.

"You think my ass looks big woman?"

"Don't you woman me!"

"Don't say shit about my ass then!"

"I like your ass. In fact, I like it so much I want to take a bite of that juicy, juicy.."

Zoya bared her teeth and reached down to tug on his bottom. Bad idea! Asad took this as permission to pull her into a headlock and wrestle like bickering teenagers.

"Ahem, ahem", a stoic looking woman in her mid 50s announced her presence. Donna Specter, Asad's head of publicity, was a four foot ten spitfire who took shit from no one and lived up to the Nine Inch Heels name; Nine Inch Heels being both the first act she ever repped and the perpetual height of her heel (whichever brand was in trend that season).

She raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms and tapped her Manolo Blahnik pumps waiting for an answer that did not look like it was coming.

"Well?" she prompted the dazed looking couple. Zoya was still in the middle of freeing herself from Asad's attack. Asad was frozen in spot but did nothing to loosen his grip on his girl.

"What the f**k", he finally spit out.

"What the f**k is right Mr. Hollywood hotshot. You have two minutes to explain yourself".

"She is my girl and it's staying that way. Nothing to explain".

"No". Donna said point blank.

"No?" Asad parroted.

"Maybe I should go?" Zoya chimed in an unsure tone.

"NO", the duo screamed in unison.

"You stay baby. You and I are one team". Asad pulled her to his chest until she looked like a noir film heroine rescued from the goons; Donna being the goons (as in plural, the one woman was enough to make up for a whole mob riot).

"She's a country bumpkin. You're upscale Hollywood", Donna argued.

"She has the Southern belle charm. I am the gossip rag feeder", Asad retorted.

"She is right here! And we came from the same damn town! The heat of Colorado City- not high-ho, but not down-in-the-dumps either, perfectly suburban. We've known each other all our adult lives. We're not that different, I don't if that's good or bad. But if you are going to talk shit about me", she said pointing to Donna, "and you are going to call yourself pop culture trash to defend me", she addressed Asad now, "then atleast include me in the discussion".

"I like her", Donna blurted out before she could censure her praise of the enemy. Yes, the woman was an enemy to her reigning prince of Hollywood and his moneymaking forever-single status.

"That's an added bonus Donna. But even if you didn't, I wouldn't give a shit. She's here to stay. You, on the other hand, are pretty damn expendable if you piss of the wrong people, aka me and my girl".

"Again with the excluding me from the conversation", Zoya huffed in frustration.

"How about a compromise Miss?" Donna asked reluctantly.

Finally, someone paid attention to her.

"I am listening".

"Say you're good friends. That's code for 'we are doing unmentionable things in the bedroom..".

"Among other places", Asad had to cut in.

"You were just dying to say that weren't you Asad", Donna shoot her head in disapproval. "As I was saying, good freinds is code for 'we are doing unmentionable things in the bedroom, but we just don't want you to know about it'. You don't say anything concrete but you say enough to rope them in".

"Sounds like a plan", Zoya nodded in appreciation of this woman's sensibility. Heck, even if they wouldn't ever be a blood covenant sisters, Donna Specter wasn't a complete witch. She'll have to do.

"To hell it does!" Asad was not having any more bullshit fed to him with these overbearing women. "f**king do what I tell you, when I tell you or I swear to god you are going to find yourself in some deep PR clusterf**k".

"You threatening me?" Specter did not look the least intimidated. "You're not going to harm your own damn career. I know that for a fact Asad".

"Yeah, well, if that means my girl will stay then maybe I will. In fact, chew on this, maybe you don't know everything about me. Maybe you don't know what it's been like not knowing who was in the past. Maybe I want to remember myself. Maybe I f**king resent my drug habit. Maybe she'll keep me out of rehab. Maybe she'll be the reason I stop running from one drug to the next. I've run through what- molly, coke, pot, sex, tobacco. Just trading for a lesser evil, drinking is obvious next step! If I say I need her to keep me sane, will you agree?"

"Is that why you're with me? Because you think you need me?" Zoya was not amused.

"Not now babe", he dismissed her concerns. "Listen to me, both of you. I am going to say my part once and you are going to follow it to the crossed t's and the dotted i's."

The women both rolled their eyes. He ignored them.

"Zoya is my girlfriend".

Donna decided it was appropriate to butt in.

"Aan, aan, aan. Say one more word Donna and she'll be my fiancee".

That shut her up alright. But Zoya was still not in agreement.

"And you little Zo, if you try another trick to push me away, I am going to marry you. And I am going to do it in a way that will have you answering to the world. Now, I will do all those things eventually anyway but if you play nice, they will get done when we're both ready. If, however, either of you choose to pull some shit behind my back that irks me, I am bloodly well capable of delivering on promises. Have I made myself clear?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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