Inked Chaos (17 page)

“I’ve never seen AJ in such a state Boo.  He
didn‘t know where to turn.  He was even talking about delaying the concert.  He
truly loves you.”

“But I left to clear my
head.  I wasn’t leaving him.” I exclaim.

“Sweetie, do you not understand that now
your relationship is out in the open, you may be recognised.  Fans sometimes
don’t appreciate how overpowering they can be.  They may only want an autograph
or a picture, but if you have too many of them at once, surrounding you, you
could get hurt.  Remember how it’s been when you have been with AJ.  You have
witnessed it first-hand.”

“But that’s because they are after AJ not
me.  I’m not expecting to be confronted with that sort of mayhem.  I’m just
me.”

“You are now part of his world, just as I
am in Razors.  Fans will want a piece of you too.  I won’t go into the
possibility of crazy people kidnapping you.  Don’t forget AJ is a very wealthy
man.  The security are there because they have to be.  Think about it.”

She’s right.  I have never thought of that
perspective on the situation before.  I had to some extent been irresponsible.  From
now on I assure Jen I’ll be more aware.  

Whilst telling me she was relieved that I
was okay, we are interrupted by Tiny waiting to escort us to our seats.  Standing
up, I walk over to the doorway where he is waiting, and place my hand on his
arm, stopping directly in front of him.

“I truly am sorry I caused so much worry
Tiny.  I didn’t understand the ramifications.  It won’t happen again.”

On impulse, I wrap my arms around his vast
body, and rest my cheek on his chest, feeling his hesitation before he places
his arms around me and returns my hug.  All very briefly but he does it.  I smile
at him, as we turn and head towards the same seats we sat in the night before.

The concert goes like a storm, the only
difference being that AJ doesn’t sing his solo to me.  Leaving me hoping that
it was just because we had already had our moment, and nothing more.

All too quickly the concert is over, and we
are back in our hotel room.  It feels strained on entering the room, but within
minutes I am in AJ’s arms.  We order room service and after eating, head to
bed.  AJ’s love making takes on a new quality.  The way he softly runs his
fingers over my body, I feel cherished, adored.  This was making love in the
truest sense of the word.

Afterwards, we lie contentedly in each
other’s arms.  I don’t want to fall asleep.  In the morning once again we are
going our separate ways.  AJ to finish the tour, me to prepare for my book
release.  So we talk and talk, making our arrangements to meet up in LA in two
weeks’ time.  Trying to hold back the time when we have to say goodbye.

Sitting out in my garden,
watching the sun go down and listening to the birds chirping away, I sigh
contentedly.  The last three weeks have gone well.  I’ve managed to achieve a
good start on my next book, and AJ and I have spoken every day, sometimes two
or three times, and I feared for his phone bill.

The only fly in the ointment, was that my
agent had called to say my book had been released early, and apparently was
attracting some attention.  In fact a lot of attention.  Don’t misunderstand me,
this is wonderful news.  The only problem is, it meant I had to postpone my
flight to LA, due to some television interviews being arranged, not to mention
a book signing.

To say I was shocked was putting it mildly.
 I’m an unknown author just published, but when I made this point, my agent had
said and I quote “But you’re not unknown honey.  You’re AJ Lewis’ girlfriend.” This
I have to say, did not go down well.  I want my book to be a success because
it’s good, not because of my association with AJ.  I got my point across, and
she said she understood, but unfortunately things couldn’t be cancelled and “didn’t
I understand this was going to have my books flying off the shelves.”

I didn’t look forward to telling AJ the
news, who, it has to be said, took it well; although I could tell he was
disappointed, but the worst was telling Jen.  This blew all our wedding arrangements
out of the window.

“It will be okay, Boo, I will just move the
appointments to the week after.”

“But it will leave just three weeks before
the wedding.” I said panicking.

“It will be fine.  It’s
not an impossible task honey, honestly.”

I had offered to pull out of the wedding
party, to which her response is truly unrepeatable.

Feeling such guilt, I vowed to be on a
flight the following week, come hell or high water.

My thoughts pass over the last three weeks
since AJ and I parted.  The morning after the concert, he had woken me up AJ
style, taking me to heights I had only known with him.  Then we had eaten breakfast
in bed before dressing and gathering our belongings.  We had parted company at
the hotel; AJ for Heathrow airport, me to the train station.

My journey had been uneventful, which just
made me surer than ever, that AJ and everyone’s panic about security was unfounded.

The first of the interviews a few days
later, had been on a lunchtime chat show.  I had been so nervous I could feel
myself shaking.  Everyone had been supportive, including Davy, who had
travelled with me for encouragement; and AJ and Jen had both been calling and
texting me all day long.

I had been briefed by my agent on how to
handle the interview.  Apparently they had been informed that no questions
regarding AJ and our relationship were to be asked; that the interview was
purely about the book.  I found this a great relief, and felt myself relax a
little, knowing that I wouldn’t have to fend off intrusive questions.

How wrong was I? The interview had started
well, but it had soon become uncomfortable for me.  The interviewer totally
broke the brief, asking me if I anticipated my book doing well because of my
association with my “famous boyfriend.” Oh, she was cute, she never mentioned
AJ by name, but the veiled references and questions left no one in doubt about
who she was talking about.  

Those ten minutes seemed like hours, and at
the end of them, I felt like I had been put through the wringer.

To say AJ was not pleased when I reported
the outcome to him, was an understatement, saying he “would get his people onto
it.” What that meant I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to.  I just wanted to put
the whole experience behind me and move onto the next.

My book signing went well.  Don’t
misunderstand me, there wasn’t hundreds of people there, but it wasn’t a bad
showing either.  There were no awkward questions, and I have to say I really
enjoyed meeting people, and it helped that I wasn’t the only author there, but
one of many.

My second interview had been a wonderful
experience.  The total opposite of the previous one.  The host had been funny
and kind, and although my relationship with AJ had been casually mentioned it
was done in a way that no offence could be taken.  When I pointed out the total
difference in techniques to my agent, she informed me that AJ’s team had been
on the case.  When I queried what she meant by team, she clarified that lawyers
were part of AJs team.  This at first shocked me that he could and would,
arrange this protection from LA; but I was pleased that he had done so.  To
which I told him so, the first chance I could.

I’d also celebrated a birthday.  Davy had
come to visit, staying over for a girlie night and we had reminisced, recalling
all that had happened in the last year since Davy had given me my ticket to the
concert.

And so tomorrow I fly out to LA.  My agent
has said she is going to try to arrange some interviews and signings for me
while I am out there.

“Utilise the market while we can,” she said
laughing.  I did explain that I am going to be busy with Jen and the wedding,
but I fear it fell on deaf ears.

With a wry smile on my face, I head
upstairs to bed, and just before I switch out the light, I look at my phone and
re-read the last message from AJ.

“Nite Gorgeous C U
2moz.”
 

And with a happy smile I turn
out the light and settle for the night.

*****

As usual, I exit the plane several hours’
later feeling frazzled.  The fact that we had encountered quite a bit of
turbulence, not helping my flight phobia one little bit, and I am on the point of
vowing never to fly again.

With the routine of going through customs,
and then gathering my luggage, seemingly more tedious than usual.  By the time
I walk through, towards where I expect Tiny to be waiting with the car, my
nerves are stretched to breaking point.

Heading towards the exit, I halt at the
sound of my name being called.  On turning, I observe an airport official and a
guard walking towards me, with quite frankly, serious expressions on their
faces.  Feeling apprehensive, I wait for them to reach me before speaking.

“Yes, can I help you
gentleman?”

“Would you accompany us, please miss.  We
need to speak with you privately.”

“Can you tell me what
this is about first?” I enquire.

“Please Miss Morgan, come this way.” The
official requests, gesturing with his arm outstretched.

Obviously having no choice but to go with
them, I turn in the direction they gesture and follow them, dragging my luggage
behind me.  Doing this, while my brain works overtime on what the hell is going
on.  I’ve been through customs, so I know I have absolutely nothing to worry
about in that department.  So my brain starts working overtime, as I worry that
something has happened to AJ, Jen or even Tiny.

After walking quickly through the concourse,
we pass through a door that says “Staff Only”, and then proceed down a long
corridor, which having no windows, seems to be endless, before stopping outside
a door.

“If you’ll wait in here, please Miss?” the
official says opening the door and standing to the side so that I can enter, then
closing the door behind me.

On entering I had been looking at the
official, but on turning to face the room, without thought and with total
abandon I find myself running, for there standing in front of me is AJ, arms
folded and legs apart, wearing a stupid grin.  A stance that he quickly has to
change with the incoming of my body, which I launch as I get nearer.  Fair play
to the guy he catches me, only going back on one foot before regaining his
balance.

“Hi babe.” I smile, my face close to his,
my arms around his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his hips.

“Hi.” He whispers before dipping his head
and kissing me.  Letting go of my legs so that I can stand, his arms go around
my back pulling me tight to his body, holding me in place while he takes what
he wants, and I give in return.

Taking his lips from mine, he slides his
hand up to cup the side of my face as I hear his heavy breathing equalling my
own.

“Damn, I missed you
Birdie.” He states.

Smiling, I reply that I missed him too, I
also inform him that I had been worried to death, by being accosted by the
airport official and guard.

“It was unfortunately necessary babe.  I
wanted just for once to meet you from the airport, but I couldn’t risk the
mayhem.  So pleaded with them to help me out.”

“I forgive you.” I laugh.  Lets’ face it,
who wouldn’t? It was worth five minutes of unease to walk into this room, and find
him waiting for me.

A knock on the door announces the guard,
who on hearing AJ shout “come in” enters and asks if we are ready to be
escorted out of the building.

Grabbing hold of my hand AJ moves us
towards the doorway.  I reach for my luggage, only to be told that it would be
collected shortly and delivered to AJs.  So leaving it in the room, AJ and I
follow the guard down the corridor, in the opposite direction from which I had
walked earlier, before stopping at a doorway highlighted “exit”.  The guard
looks at AJ, and receiving an affirmative nod of the head opens the door, and I
see Wade and Tiny and another man waiting outside next to AJs McLaren, with two
Range Rovers parked behind.  AJ and I climb into his McLaren, whilst Tiny and
Wade climb into the car behind, and it seems the other guy is going to collect
my luggage and follow later.

Thanking the guard for his help through the
open window, AJ turns towards me, visually checks that I have buckled up and
hits the accelerator, zooming off towards the freeway.

It doesn’t take long before we have left LA
behind us, and we are climbing the hills towards AJs house.  No words have
passed between us, but it’s a comfortable silence.  A silence full of sexual
tension, where AJ holds my hand as much as he can.  A silence where we smile at
each other, happy that finally, we are back in each other’s company.  A silence
where no words are needed, because we know that as soon as we arrive home, we
have all the time in the world, to talk, catch up and well, for other things.

Pulling up in front of the gates, and
watching as they swing open, I feel myself smile.  I am so happy to be back.  It
feels like coming home.  A home I share with AJ.

AJ stops the car in front of the garages
and jumps out, and being the gentleman that he is, walks around to help me out
of the car, before we walk hand in hand into the house.

On reaching the entrance hall AJ stops, and
turning to me enquires, “Do you want a drink?”

“No thanks.” I
reply

“Do you want
anything to eat?”

“No thanks.” I
repeat.

“You’re not hungry?”
 

“I didn’t say that.” I reply as I let go of
his hand and with a smile in his direction, I start to climb the stairs,
leaving him in no doubt whatsoever what I am hungry for.  It doesn’t take more
than a few seconds for him to smile and start to follow me, but not before I
see the heat spark in his eyes as he understands my meaning.

“I find I’m quite hungry too.” He quips,
and once again takes my hand, and I almost have to run up the stairs to keep up
with him.

On reaching his room, as he opens the door,
I am already attempting to pull his T-shirt up over his head, as he is pulling
up mine, shuffling me backwards towards the bed.

Feeling the bed hit the back of my knees I
fall backwards, with AJ following me down.

Holding his face between my hands I start
to guide his lips towards my own, only for AJ to stop, just as our lips are so
close, barely touching.  

“Welcome home Babe.” He whispers, his lips
brushing my own, his eyes dark staring into mine, before lowering his head
those vital few millimetres to kiss me, so slowly and tenderly, leaving me in
no doubt to his feelings.  A kiss that didn’t take long to make me catch fire,
so much so, that within moments we are both naked, and he is running his hands
softly over my body.  His mouth following every inch his hands caress, tenderly
leaving butterfly kisses; as if he is trying to memorise every inch of my body
with his hands, and his lips.  Gently bringing me to the height of sensation; commanding
my body to dance to the tune that his hands and lips are creating.

Arching my back off the bed, I
subconsciously offer myself to him, as he places an arm around my back and I
find myself sitting in his lap, my legs wrapped around his hips, as he drives
his hips upwards, pulling my hips downwards at the same time, impaling me,
filling me to the hilt, and taking my breath away.

Adjusting my
legs so that I am resting on my knees, I cling onto his shoulders as I start to
move, rising and falling, grinding down in total abandon, reaching for the
ultimate release, with my mouth a breath away from his own.  

Feeling it building, I start to switch up
the pace, but AJ takes over, and I find myself hauled onto my back, with AJ
pounding deep, and I explode into a thousand pieces as my orgasm hits.  With AJ
reaching his own release moments later.

AJ lies beside me, and with his arm around
my waist, he gently pulls me backwards into his lap, spooning me.  His arms
encircling me as I place my own on top of his, linking our hands.

As I lie catching my breath, AJ lovingly
kisses my back and then buries his face into the back of my neck, pulling his
arms even tighter around me.

“Missed you honey.” He
whispers into my neck.

“Ditto babes.” I reply breathlessly,
turning my head to kiss his jaw, before AJ bends down and touches his lips to
my own.  Then moving away he sits with his back to the headboard, where he
watches, as with a smile I move away and head to the bathroom.