Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) (58 page)

He let out a long, drawn out sigh.

“You’re right, I have a show tonight. 

He stood up, covered in sand from head to toe, and started cleaning himself off.  I didn’t want to move, and I could barely feel my legs.

“Aiden, you wouldn’t happen to have some extra tickets for tonight’s show, would you?” I asked.

“You didn’t need to sleep with me to ask me for tickets,” he said, in a more serious tone than I should have liked.

“No, I slept with you because I like you, and you’re the first person that let me be the center of attention for once.  I asked for tickets because I thought we could meet up afterward and do this again,” I smiled in a coy manner.

“I think I have just the thing,” he said.

“Oh, and is the bassist available,” I asked.

4.

He seemed to be showing
off;
he got Liddy and
me
into his private box along with his managers.  I felt incredibly out of
place;
I wore something a little bit slinky while everyone else seemed to be wearing suits or nice dresses.

While the concert progressed, I made polite conversation with many of the people.  They were all quite
nice
, and wished me well, asking me how I knew Aiden and the band.  While I wasn’t entirely honest with how I knew Aiden, I was still nice and answered all the questions they had.

It was another fantastic show, just like last night, and I made my way backstage with Liddy in tow as soon as it was all over.  I was starting to come out of my shell a little.

“Lela, you made it!” I heard, as soon as we entered the green room backstage. 

It was the same as it was the previous night, but now,
there were more unfamiliar faces contending
for the affection of the band members.  I don’t think any of the guys minded in the slightest.

“You remember Liddy, I
hope,
” I said.

“Bruce, do you remember Liddy,” Aiden said, looking over at his bassist.

“How could I forget,” Bruce replied.

I had never seen it before, but Liddy blushed.  I giggled as she hopped away.

Aiden excused himself from the girls that surrounded him and met me back on the balcony again.  It wasn’t as empty as it was yesterday but it was quiet compared to the cramped room.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Aiden asked.

I nodded.

He laughed.

“Still staying so quiet today. Well, you weren’t so quiet earlier today.”

I smiled and beckoned him closer.

“I’d be louder if we could find somewhere private,” I said while biting my lip.

He perked up.

“I’m ready to
leave.
I’ll call the driver-“

“Aiden!?”

A shout echoed through the backstage
room;
it was somewhat unfamiliar.

“Aiden, get your ass out here, we need to talk.”

I could see Greg, his manager filtering into view.  Aiden excused himself and went back inside to greet him.

They had
chatted
for a moment before Aiden pointed toward the balcony.  When they came
out,
I could feel Greg’s rage.  He was a gruff and professional looking man.  His slick hair and
trendy
suit
were
hiding a prudent
businessman
.

“Everyone off the balcony except her,” he shouted.

Even the bigger roadies looked scared of
him,
and they pushed past to get inside in a hurry.

“Are you going to explain this, Aiden,” Greg said, holding up Aiden’s camera.

“I was out and about taking photos today, I do that in every town, how is it any different this time?” he replied.

I stayed silent, watching the two of them, and wondering why they might need me here.

“This, right here, this is why it’s different,” he turned
on
the camera and started playing a video.  It was the two of us, making love on the beach.  The camera must have accidently turned on when he dropped it in the
sand,
and it captured everything.

I backed away a bit, trying to avoid
being seen
, but there was nowhere to hide.

“What are you
trying
to say, Greg?  Did we do something wrong or are you just here to give tips,” Aiden added with a chuckle.

Greg wasn’t having any of it.

“Listen, Aiden, have you ever seen a celebrity sex tape get leaked to the public?  A person in your station shouldn’t be seen having sex with someone like her. 
This would
drag you down if it got out.” 

Aiden wasn’t laughing anymore.

“What do you mean, ‘someone like her’?” he asked.

It looked like he was about to mention my skin tone, I was used to people talking down
at
me because of my darker skin, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

“I’m talking about some local slut that is just after you for your money.  I bet she set this up to record you two so she could blackmail you
for
it.”

Aiden clenched his teeth, attempting to hold back his frustration.

“Greg, you’re a good manager.  You helped make me
famous,
and I think you for that.” Aiden said. “But don’t
think
for one second that you can talk about the company that I keep like that.”

That shut him
up;
Greg might have been the brains, but he certainly wasn’t the
face,
and he knew that he wouldn’t make a dime if he got fired.

“Take your damn camera, and get rid of that video.  We’re on the road again tomorrow morning; I just want to put this behind us.”

He left, still in a ball of rage.  All interest I had in being close with Aiden tonight fled from me. 
I wanted to run out of there and not stop till I got home; I was so embarrassed.

Aiden just pushed a few buttons on the camera, pulled out the memory card, and handed it to me.

“You mean a lot to me, I know we’ve only spent one afternoon together, but
hopefully,
this helps you trust me.  If you wanted to destroy my career, you could.  But, I don’t think you want that.  So, I’m entrusting this
with
you.”

I took the memory card and tucked it into my cleavage. 

“Listen, I need to get some sleep tonight.  I wanted you to come with
me,
but I don’t know if I could make it happen. 
At least,
Bruce and Liddy are having a good time.”

I looked
inside;
they were making out
already,
and I had a feeling that I would be going home alone.

“We’ll be back through here in about two months.  But, that doesn’t mean that I want to wait two months before I see you again.”

I nodded.

“Do you want to visit me on the road?”

I thought about it for a minute. 
Of course, I want to visit
that biggest rock star on the road.  But, I had too much to do. 

“I can’t, Aiden, I’m in school and this next week is finals.  If I pass my
classes,
then I’ll be graduating with a degree in journalism.”

He laughed again.

“You’re telling me that I just gave the biggest story of the year to
an up and coming
journalist?  Wow, do I know how to make decisions.”

I giggled as well.

“Your secret is safe with me; I don’t want to see my face in some tabloid magazine anytime soon.”

“Well, if you can’t visit me on the road, then you should know that we’ll be back through this way in about two months.  I want you to
come see
me then.”

I nodded again; this was becoming an odd habit.

“I will be there,” was all I could say.

We
hugged,
and he went on his way.

It was a lonely car ride home.

5.

I started getting phone calls the following day.

It was Aiden; he wanted to know more about me.  We would spend hours on the phone chatting when he wasn’t at
rehearsal,
and I wasn’t in class. 

Hardly a day passed where we didn’t
actually
talk for a little while, and some nights I would fall asleep with my phone on while we fell asleep together.

I learned a few things, like how his name wasn’t
really
Aiden, it was Chris.  But, I kept calling him Aiden because that was the name I got to know him by, and he barely answered to his real name anymore.

I spent many happy moments watching our love making
session
on the beach over again.  I would play with myself while watching and would still feel his powerful body on top of mine, driving me into the sand.

Things got a little more interesting after a few weeks, my period was late, and a quick trip to the doctor confirmed that I was pregnant.  It tied my stomach in
knots,
and I tried my best to keep my secret, but I couldn’t help
myself,
so I told Liddy.

She freaked out, as I assumed.  I didn’t
really
mind someone making a big deal about it.  But, I needed her to keep it a secret because I didn’t want to impact Aiden’s career.

I had to tell him, though, and I had to
tell
him in person.

I booked a flight to the city he played in and let him know I would be on the way.  He was more excited than I thought he would be. 

I met him backstage before the show.

“Aiden,” I said.

“Lela,” he replied.

I couldn’t get out the
words;
I was choking on them.

“Lela, maybe we could find somewhere a little private and have some fun before the show,” he said.

I honestly felt the same way, and maybe I would grow more of a backbone afterward.  We rushed backstage to his dressing room, which he locked and propped a chair against the knob.

I
was practically undressed
before the door was closed, and he was in a rush to do the same. 

I stripped his pants off him and buried my face in his manhood.  I slid his long, thick member down my throat as far as I could.  I could hear his moans of pleasure as I bobbed up and down.

It surprised me how long he lasted, but he stopped me before I could finish him off, and he pressed me against a wall.  I could feel my sex dripping all over him as he pushed himself into me. 

I tried my best to avoid screaming with pleasure, but it was difficult.  I had to bite down on a pillow to avoid making too much noise.

I felt it again, almost like everything from the last month was leading up to this moment and the excitement and pleasure gave me an intense, earth-shattering orgasm.  I felt him releasing
inside
me.  I didn’t mind at
all,
this
time;
I had nothing to be scared of anymore.

The
post-sex
high that followed left my body relaxed, and I didn’t mind talking.

“Aiden, there’s something you need to know,” I started.

“What is that, Lela?” he replied.

“I’m pregnant, and you’re the only person I’ve slept with in months,” I said.

He
was dumbfounded
for a minute; I could see
an elated
expression become dulled over by realization.

“I’m excited to be a father, but this can’t go public.  Just like our video from before.  We can’t let anyone know.” 

“Why not?  Don’t you want people to know?  Aren’t you excited?”

“
Of course,
I’m excited, Lela.  But, if the public got hold of this it wouldn’t just damage my relationship, it would
damage
the bands.  I can’t let them down right now.”

I understood what he wanted; I didn’t need to make it
a public
thing.  I don’t want people staring at me, or wondering what we’re going to name the baby. 

I just nodded.

“Lela, you’re welcome to stay here for a while.  We’re going back to your hometown in a
couple of
weeks,
and you can stay with me till then.”

“I need to go home,” I said, “
I
still have school to finish, and I don’t want to distract you from your show.”