"Yeah I'll have another," I nod to the bartender. After she left, there was no reason for me to stay. I had to get out of there and find a place to get the blood coursing through my veins under control.
When I saw him put his hand on the small of her back, to guide her to their waiting limo, I had to mentally talk to myself to not follow and rip his arm away from her. That damn fucker was good looking in that pretty, tall, dark, handsome way.
The kind that all women found handsome.
“What did she see in him?” I snidely ask myself.
“Well, Harley, she went home with him, not you. Doesn't matter what you think. He is probably right where you want to be right now, buried deeply between her thighs, making her moan and gasp his name,” I continue to silently torture myself.
I grasp my drink tightly and lift it to my mouth to take a deep swallow of the fiery liquid. It wasn't helping.
Glancing around the seedy looking bar, I know I have to get myself out of here before I drink much more. The drinks I had at the party, added on to the few here, have blurred my thoughts a little, but not enough to take away the vision of him sinking into her right now.
I have to find her and see her again. I am only here another few weeks before I have to go on tour again. When I think of never seeing her again, I can't let that happen. I need to go home, sleep this off then ask Mike in the morning for Ian’s last name. I should be able to find her from there. With those thoughts, I pay my bar tab and leave.
Having to take a taxi, after I sent my limo home before going to the seedy bar, I ask him to drop me off a couple of blocks from my house. Hopefully the paparazzi are gone now. They know I don't usually go home after a party until the early morning hours. I find some lady to take to a hotel or go to her house, as I can never stomach bringing them here. I usually leave once they fall asleep to avoid the drama in the morning. Even though I am always clear with them, sometimes they try to hold on.
Rounding the corner, sure enough I don't see anyone. It is too early in the night for them to think I may be heading home. Walking up to the keypad, at the gates of my house, I enter my code. The gates swing open and I walk through. The driveway is more like a long and winding road. The walk will do me good and give me time to sober up a little.
Walking along, I replay the first time I saw her at my concert. There is something about her that calls out to me and excites me. Those blue eyes, that had looked up at me on the stage, that quickly glanced away when I would look at her. She was the only one in the front and second row not screaming my name, not reaching out to touch me. Maybe that was part of my attraction to her, but I know there is so much more. When I saw her tonight, I had felt like a teenage boy at a school dance. My heart had raced, my blood pounded, and lust had spread like fire through my veins. Jealousy, a foreign feeling to me, had overwhelmed me, eaten away at me, seeing her with someone else.
I will find her.
Tomorrow I would begin my search.
Arriving at the end of my driveway, I stop and look up at my empty house. Sure the lights are on, but I know there is no one waiting for me, other than my dog. He has helped with the loneliness of the large house.
Opening the door, I call, "Chase!"
I immediately hear running paws. I brace myself for the attack. He lopes down the hall and then tries to jump into my arms. Wrapping my arms around his large body, as best I can with him wiggling and squirming, I slowly lower him to the floor while subjecting myself to his wet slobbery kisses. He doesn't realize how big he is.
"Okay boy. I know you are excited. I am too," grinning I kneel down and scratch behind his ears. I always wanted a dog, but with my work schedule it had been impossible. Thanks to Hilda, my housekeeper, I was able to have Chase. She volunteered to take Chase home with her on her days off, when I'm not around.
Looking down at Chase, I pat his head thinking about tomorrow. Calling Chase to follow me, I take the long staircase up to my room. Opening the door, I walk inside and head straight to the shower. Stripping off my clothes, I turn on the water and step inside. Lathering my hair with shampoo, the vision of her standing in front of me with her hair in disarray, shoulder strap down with her breast exposed, flashes through my mind. Turning the water to a cooler temperature, I wait for the coolness to temp my arousal. It does nothing. Leaning my head against the shower wall I clench and unclench my hands. Resigning myself, I take my cock in my hand and let the memory of her tonight flash through my mind, with her tousled hair and exposed breast. Only the memory turns into a fantasy of me finishing what we had started on the balcony. Envisioning myself between her legs, pushing into her wetness, I explode over the wall of my shower.
Sighing, I aim the shower head at the wall to wash away my explosion. Lightly chuckling and shaking my head at acting like such a school boy, I turn off the shower and dry myself. I haven't done that since I was a teenager.
Folding back the covers on my bed, I wonder what it would be like to have someone there waiting for me. I bet it wouldn't be so cold or feel so lonely. My mind flashes to Kate, once again, and I think about what she could be doing right now.
“He is probably pushing inside of her right about now and making her moan,” my mind silently taunts me. I grit my teeth and force back the vomit. Sitting on the edge of my bed, with my head in my hands, I force the thought away. It will drive me mad.
Sighing heavily, I turn and grabbing the duvet, I lie back in my bed to stare at the ceiling, thinking of her. Frustration fills my veins. I look over at Chase, curled on his bed across the room and say "Night Chase," before turning off the bedside light.
I spend the entire night, half asleep, dreaming of her with me. Then the dream switches to her with him and distraught I wake up breathing heavily, trying to push thoughts of him, with her, away. Knowing there is nothing I can do until the morning, I force myself to relax my body and count the hours until sunrise.