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Chapter Thirty Three

Allie

 

Every resolve I ever made regarding this man went flying out the window the second I would see him. As angry as I was with him, when he returned to the house with Vida, giggling and touching each other, I felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach. Seeing him be so affectionate with her hurt me deeper than anything I had ever felt. When Dakota joined in on their fun, I felt completely left out and knew my plans to this point hadn't worked. I was lost and didn't know how to fix this, only that I needed to.

 

If I knew nothing else in the world, I knew Finn liked his alcohol. Though it was a little on the early side, I poured generous amounts of champagne and orange juice into fancy glasses, the bait to lure Finn in. It took some convincing but I was finally able to coerce him into a private conversation, one where I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say. Words flooded through my mind but once we were alone, all I could hear was the sound of my heart racing.

 

"Finn, I'm sorry," I started. He seemed more interested in the mimosa than in me laying my heart on the table. He just shrugged, clearly wanting to get back to the girls in the other room. "Finn, please. It doesn't have to be like this."

 

He wasn't looking at me or even making eye contact. When his light shone on me, I felt bigger than the world. In his shadow I felt so cold and alone. While I hated how he had the power to make me feel this way, I still longed for his affection and feared I always would. We needed to find a way to move past this and I was going to have my work cut out trying to make that happen.

 

"Whatever, it's fine," he said with his eyes darting between his drink and the door. He looked so wounded, much like when we were last alone, I felt even worse. There was nothing I wanted more than to reach out and hug him, try to make him feel better. He had let me get close and I just hurt him. "Can I go?" he asked and I wasn't going to let that happen. I grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured the remaining portion in his glass, asking him to hear me out though I had no idea what to say.

 

*****

 

 

 

 

Chapter Thirty Four

Finn

 

She had a lot of nerve demanding I hear her out but it wasn't like I hadn't done that to her before. She could say sorry all she wanted but she had put it out there and made it clear how she saw me, how she saw 'us'. Getting popular and famous has its perks but you soon find out that absolutely everyone wants something from you. Everyone has an agenda and you'll be hard pressed to find someone that just wants you for you. This was something I had been somewhat warned about but was still shocked to find it true in every facet of my life. Lonely wasn't something I knew until I had become famous.

 

Her ruse to drown me in alcohol was a bit offensive, or I guess it could've been if it wasn't working so well. I happily drank all that she poured me while doing my best to try and put an end to the conversation. That's where she had me though; she looked so earnest, so desperate, so sorry, I had a hard time keeping up a steel front.

 

"We have to figure this out," she reminded me, "before the wedding. We have to fix this."

 

In my mind, I didn't have to fix shit. We would go our separate ways after the wedding and I could very well go forever without seeing her again. In my heart of hearts though, I knew even without being around her, she'd always be present in my mind. The way she looked when she tried to hide a smile, the way her shoulders shook when she giggled. The fierce determination that I found so admirable, packed into a tiny, fierce frame. Whenever I closed my eyes I saw her and feared it would always be that way.

 

Allie played with a few random things on the counter, looking down with a lock of her hair dancing in front of her face. "Can we just try to be friends? For the family?" she asked. Her eyes found mine as she finished speaking and they were begging me to agree. Against all my better judgments, I wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug her, to tell her it was all ok and I would do anything to make her feel better. The restraint I was exhibiting was intense, almost making my body shake as the war played out inside of me.

 

"Ok," fell out of my mouth even though I wasn't particularly sure how I could follow through. What choice did I have though? The reality of my new life would be a constant effort to push Allie out of my mind, to try and forget how she made me feel. It was all over and I was going to have to make peace with that.

 

"For the family," I told her.

 

*****

 

Chapter Thirty Five

Allie

 

My victory was short lived; as soon as Finn had accepted my olive branch, he decided to use it as leverage against me.

 

"So...how's the article coming along?" he asked. I took an extra long sip of my own mimosa in an attempt to buy time. He did wait for my feeble excuses. "I mean, we're family now. Pals even! You can show me."

 

“It's not gonna have an interview any more. It will just be an article since I've had very exclusive access.” I felt it was ok to give him a little bit of information, hoping that would be enough for him. I knew him well enough to know how stubborn he was and that he wasn't going to let this go though. My brain scrambled to try and remember where an older draft was, something that wouldn't inflate his ego so much but they all were pretty much the same. All glowing reviews of his talents as a songwriter.

 

As I continued to try and find an excuse, he was still pestering me. "I'll just go in there and read it, it'll only take a minute."

 

Finn broke out in a sprint towards my room and unlocked laptop. When he heard my footsteps given chase, he started to giggle and picked up the speed. He got to my room well before I did and when I arrived, Finn slammed the door in my face.

 

"Finn, c'mon," I hollered while banging on the flimsy door. "Finn!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, not worried about who could hear me. Instead I heard nothing inside, filling me with fear about what else he might find. Slumping into a pile by the foot of the door, I was horrified that he was reading words that weren't yet ready to be seen by anybody else. At one point I heard Dakota shout that they were going for a walk or something, the two were probably over the continued bickering between Finn and I.

 

When the door slowly opened, I shot up to my feet with some hope left that he hadn't gotten into my stuff. Once I saw him walking around the room with my open laptop, I knew it was too late.

 

"Not bad..." he said while nodding and pacing the room, laptop still open and illuminating his face. "Not bad."

 

Knowing I had one shot, I lunged at my precious laptop and took him by surprise, getting possession of the computer but far too late. I scanned the screen to make sure he hadn't deleted or inserted anything but found that he had made it through most of the draft.

 

"I think you kind of missed the point though," Finn confused me while he felt comfortable enough to sit himself right down on my bed.

 

"Yeah, yeah. Sure," I said while continuing to check everything for any sign of his shenanigans.

 

"No, really. I mean, have you ever even listened to my lyrics?"

 

His words stung, of course because I had listened to the words he sang. In fact, I had done nothing but listen to them for the past few weeks; SharkFin was completely inescapable. On top of that, my article focused on the songs I've heard that the rest of the world hadn't yet. I had done nothing but examine them backwards and forwards.

 

"You seem to think I'm writing about something I'm not. Like "Hurt," for example. You called it..." he reached for the laptop which I wouldn't give him. "What did you say? It was a cheap allegory for my dick?"

 

“Well, there has to be some criticism in there somewhere.”

 

We were both laughing a little at that point, it was a ridiculous premise I tried to force into my article. My point was that he could be very childish at times and here was in front of me, clearly offended. When he suddenly got up from the bed and started to leave, I wanted to know where he was going.

 

"Hang on, let me go get something," he shouted from the other room.

 

I waited patiently for him and he was quick, returning back to me with his trusty acoustic guitar dangling from his tightly closed fist.

 

"Just listen", he instructed, "listen close."

 

If we were going to be pals and Finn was to respect me as a journalist, then he'd have to be ready for the truth. Some of his lyrics are childish, double-entendres that I had just figured were intentional.

 

Finn started playing and singing but not directly at me (thankfully because that's something I detest). Instead he closed his eyes and appeared to get lost in his own song, really believing the words coming out of his mouth. Even though I had heard this song a million times, on this listen I was mesmerized. It hit me deeper than it ever had before and it was clear that I had completely misjudged the lyrics.

 

When the last note rang out and Finn's voice hung on to trail out with it, I had goosebumps all over and a much deeper understanding of what he had been trying to get across. I was practically a puddle sitting right across from him, unsure of how to process this new information.

 

"You see?" he asked once he returned to Earth and was a witness to the power of his performance. "It's about finding the one person who warms your soul but then losing them. It's about never letting love happen again because it hurt too much."

 

My whole body quivered as his words echoed through me.

 

"Sing it again," I demanded. Finn hesitated for a moment then put his hands back in place on the guitar, starting to play the song again as I had requested.

 

She's gone and my wall is back,

Nobody getting close again to make me hurt like that...

 

Finn's voice perfectly presented his lyrics as his guitar playing accented his emotion. Without even thinking about it, I brought myself closer to Finn. He continued to play and sing, confused because of the agreement we had just made. But here I was, already going back on that deal because I couldn't control myself. While he made it through the chorus that hurt my heart, I wanted to hold him and apologize but instead, I swung my legs over his and landed on his lap, just an inch away from the guitar he was playing. He didn't flinch, continuing to sing the wounded words as I slowly pulled his zipper over the massive bulge underneath, exposing the cock I had just sworn off of. After a quick lift, I lowered my pants and panties just until our bare skin could meet again.

 

She doesn't know that I still care

That I'll always be here...

 

Finn's voice stuttered a little the moment he entered me. I was in full control and rocked my hips back and forth, bringing him in and out of my wet slit as he continued to sing.

 

"Again," I whispered in his ear once the song had finished. Finn started over from the beginning and carefully placed the guitar by his side, wrapping his arms around me as he continued singing. The friction between us paced the tempo of his words, my hips thrusting back and forth to the rhythm of his lyrics. His big, strong arms supported me from behind as he nuzzled my neck, the verses of his composition tickling my exposed skin.

 

The combination of all things in play dizzied my head and lifted me to heights that I hadn't been before. My eyes closed tight and I hugged him closer, feeling his body press and rub against the right spot. My toes curled and a defiant moan escaped my lips, the perfect accompaniment to the song I had just discovered a new side of. Finn's hands moved to my hips and he guided my body in just the right way.

 

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered oh-so softly but with added urgency into his ear. Just as I reached the tipping point of the overwhelming wave that was about to crash over my whole body, Finn thrust himself deep inside of me and landed his soft lips against mine.

 

*****

 

 

Chapter Thirty Six

Finn

 

I made sure Allie got to her own release before I even thought about unleashing inside of her. After we sat together with her on my lap, melted into me. Exhausted, the both of us eventually found our way to the bed and I held her tight knowing this very well could be the last time.

 

"We could just run off somewhere, alone. Fuck the tour. Just you and me in some small town where nobody knows us, together. I'll get a job doing something and you..."

 

"Finn...stop," Allie interpreted my fantasy. I thought we were having fun, playing a game pretending that we could ditch our lives to be together. She was too wrapped up in reality.

 

"It's not fair," she pouted as I held her even tighter. Not wanting to make her angry, I kissed the nape of her neck, letting her know that I was upset about it too. Even if our parents hadn't betrayed us by getting together, she had a life in New York and I had mine on the road. We remained spooning on the bed, and I can say at least I was trying my best to figure out a solution, any solution, where this didn't have to be the end. When I started to hear her quietly sob, it just about broke my heart. There was a reason I shielded myself from love and relationships, it was to avoid situations like this.

 

"Allie, stop. I'm sorry, please don't cry."

 

She had turned to face me with tears running down her cheeks. She pressed her finger to my lips.

 

"We can't, it's no use," she choked out, "It's over."

 

Allie got up from the bed and the way she shimmied back into her pants didn't make me want her any less; she was so damned cute without even trying. The girl had my heart even if she didn't know it.

 

"This was it, Finn. I'm sorry but we have to keep our distance."

 

Allie tuned to leave her own bedroom but not without turning back one last time to look at me on her bed. It took everything inside me not to reach out for her and never let her go.

 

 

*****

 

 

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