I was staring off into space when AJ nudged me,
"Hey man, can I use your phone? Mine died on me." I handed him my phone and closed my eyes. It was almost the entire car trip before he handed it back to me which really was a short call for him. My phone rang and it reminded me I didn't call Sarah like I was supposed to when I was on my way to the hotel from the hospital,
"Hello?" It was her,
"Hi, where are you?" We were in the van, the music was on and conversations were plenty but I could still hear her and they would be able to hear me,
"We're on our way to the hotel. I forgot to give you a call. I'm sorry." AJ glanced my way but soon went back to talking to Daniel, our other publicist.
"It's ok. So, you won't be long?" I looked out the window and turned my head just enough so Carl knew I was talking to him,
"Are we almost at the hotel?" He nodded,
"Less than five minutes away." I nodded and spoke quietly into the phone,
"I should be there in a few minutes. Is everything ok?" Everything was fine and she even saw some fans downstairs outside the hotel waiting for us with their T-shirts on holding cameras and CDs. She was fascinated by it all. I just hope she wasn't scared as well. It could be very overwhelming and quite intimidating. Every girl that any of us has ever dated has said so. Maybe Kevin was right. I should date someone in the industry; they know the ropes and would definitely handle the stress of people invading their privacy better than any ordinary girl could. Maybe it is unrealistic for me to think that some normal girl and I could have a great relationship together. It would work for someone like George Clooney but it couldn't work for someone like me. My fans ripped apart and disrespected every woman near me. They are part of the reason I haven't had a girlfriend in years. I'm afraid. Afraid of how they will impact my relationship, afraid of how my girlfriend would be hurt and afraid of the stress it would add until finally neither one of us could take it anymore and the fans would win again. It was already fans one, me and my girlfriend zero. They are winning and I'm hesitant about stepping out on the field again.
"Everything is great. Just hurry. Call me when you guys pull up into the parking lot ok?" She must be planning something,
"Sure, no problem." I'm glad everyone was into their own little worlds because I can't stop smiling if I tried.
I turned the handle to my room door, after calling like I was supposed to, and my heart jumped into my throat when Jessica walked up beside me.
"Oh hi, what's up?" She shook her head,
"Nothing. So are you going to hang out tonight?" Man, please. I just want a peaceful night with Sarah. Sometimes I feel like I'm cursed when it comes to women.
"Nah, I'm not feeling it. I just need to chill in my room and get ready for this concert tomorrow." She did something that I did not expect. She let it go. She didn't try to convince me to go out. She didn't try to seduce me into going. She didn't even try to make her way into my room. She just nodded, waved and walked off wishing me a calm and relaxing night. It wasn't until then that I began to breathe again. I looked up as I pushed the door in and walked into my room,
"Thank God." I threw my backpack on the floor,
"Thank God for what?" I looked over towards the voice thanking God for what I was now seeing. She was absolutely beautiful. Standing with a large silver bowl filled with strawberries in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other was Sarah. She was wearing a pair of those boy shorts, white lace and a matching top with spaghetti straps that stopped just above her belly button and left half of her breasts out. My eyes wandered down her long legs and stopped at her white heels. Actually you couldn't even call them that, there was just a single small piece of material across the top and that was it. I can't even imagine how she keeps them on her feet.
"Wow." She smiled as she walked towards me,
"That's all you have to say?" I nodded my head,
"Yeah, give me ten years to come up with something better." She offered me the glass of champagne then took my hand and led me to the couch. She sat on my lap offering a strawberry looking at me as if she dared me to turn it down. As I sipped on the champagne I couldn't help but stare at her breasts.
"Do you like my outfit?" She took the glass from my hand and cupped my face in hers as I struggled to not pick her up and throw her on the bed. I nodded as my hand tingled at the feel of her soft skin underneath my fingers as I ran my hand up and down her thigh.
"Yeah, I like it." The palms of her hands covered my cheeks and her thumbs lightly traced my lips. She leaned in so slowly and kissed me so lightly on the lips. It was a quick kiss, a nice kiss, a seductive kiss, and an effective kiss. I looked around the room for the first time and noticed the candles burning,
"Were there candles in this room?" Usually the only thing I notice is the bed and the toilet, everything else is just extra. She smiled and shook her head,
"No, I called down to the front desk. Can you smell them?" It is definitely the best any room of mine has ever smelled.
"Yeah, they smell great." We just sat there smiling at each other wrapped up in the moment. 1024
"How was your day?" I'd much rather do other things than talk about my day but I can go along for the time being,
"Rehearsal was ok once we really got going and the hospital visit was rough." She put on a sympathetic expression as she ran her hand through my hair,
"Want to talk about it?" Not really but she probably wanted to hear it,
"This little girl, Lauren, has leukemia. She's lost just about all her hair because of the chemo but she is such a fighter." Her fingertips massaged my scalp and I had no control over my head as it went back against the back of the couch and I closed my eyes.
"That must have been a rough visit." My eyes remained closed and I let out a little grunt. She didn't say anything, she didn't try to get anything out of me she just sat on my lap in silence and let me control the flow of the conversation.
"Her dad runs this small community theater here in Denver. He's writing her story and she wants him to put it on. She wants to see it done before she-" I couldn't even finish the sentence. The thought of a small child leaving this world was so unfair.
"We'll he be able to?" She was hesitant with her question. I don't know if it's because she was being sensitive to me or she wasn't sure if she was prepared to hear the answer.
"It's almost done he said. It's just that the theater is strapped and it may even have to close. They just don't have the money to keep the place open. He tries to keep the costs down but that's not always good business you know?"
Chapter 92 contd
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