Romance: Rockstar Romance: Rock My World (A Bad Boy Rock Star and a College Girl Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Second Chance Romance) (14 page)

''He attacked me,'' she said.

''Who?''

''My boyfriend. He pulled me to the ground and thumped me. Two or three times, I can't remember. It hurt a lot.''

''What an asshole. Why don't you finish with him?''

She looked at Milan and tilted her head to one side. ''It's not that simple. He won't take no for an answer. He's
strong,
and I'm afraid of what he'll do to me.''

''Jessie, you're an employee in our casino, we look after our own here. We also happen to be
Russian,
and we don't take this kind of shit from anybody. Tell me where he lives and I will see to him for you.''

''It's very kind of you. I don't want him
hurt, I
'm not like that. Perhaps there is another way. Would you pretend to be my new boyfriend for a while? Maybe he'll leave me alone when he sees who it is.''

''Okay. I can do that. But he doesn't know me.''

''Oh, he does. He's a regular here. In fact, he spends all his ill-gotten money here.''

''Who is he?''

''
Dritan
Polyakov.''

Milan burst out laughing. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him quizzically. ''I threw him out of here last night. We put him in the flower bed opposite.''

''That explains the stains on his suit,'' she said. In Milan's presence, she felt safe. He was a big man and as hard as nails, and just the kind of guy she needed on her side to help her cleanse her life of
Dritan
.

''I don't think you should be working today. Come with me, let's go and relax a bit.''

The Ferrari Milan was driving had just been delivered. ''Nice motor,'' Jessie said as they sped through the streets of Las Vegas.

''It goes well. I've always loved Italian cars. They're so stylish,'' he said as he glanced down at her equally stylish legs. He began to get thoughts he really didn't want to have, given her vulnerable frame of mind. But she was so hot he couldn't help it. What if she was really your girlfriend not just a pretend, he asked himself?

When they pulled up outside the Linden Health and Fitness Spa, he got out and opened her door. He scolded himself for looking at her legs when her skirt rode up slightly  as she got out of the low-slung vehicle. He knew his grandmother, the woman he respected more than any other, would have clipped his ear for being so lurid. He remembered what she always used to say. ''When in private you can look where she will allow you, but in public you should never look at any part of a woman's anatomy other than her face.''

''Thanks, this is just what I needed,'' Jessie said when they went inside the luxury spa.

''I want you to take full advantage of the facilities. It's all on me. Relax and pamper yourself. Swim, sun yourself, get a massage, whatever. Meet me
in
the bar afterward.''

Two hours later Jessie walked into the bar an altogether different person. Gone was the glum look she'd had in the morning, replaced by a glow.

''Felling better?'' Milan asked.

''Much. The masseur here has the best hands,'' she said. ''What have you been doing?''

''I went for a swim and did some weights then was lazy and read the newspaper here.''

He ordered two large orange juices and took her to a table in the corner which overlooked the swimming pool.

''What made you go out with him?'' Milan asked, referring to
Dritan
.

''He bowled me over. He didn't stop showering me with gifts. I saw how rich he was and how much he wanted me and gave in to him.''

''Ah, rich always works
doesn't
it,'' he observed.

''Women like men with money,'' she laughed. 'â??Why not? Life is hard enough without being poor.''

''Sure. So I guess you eventually found out what an asshole he was?''

She took a sip of her orange juice and looked at an old man as he dived into the pool. ''The first time he hit me, I thought I'd deserved it. I was bitchy to him. But it became more
regular,
and then I tried to break up with him. But he wouldn't listen.''

''Well, he'll have to now, won't he,'' Milan said confidently.

''Yes. Thanks. Without your help, I don't know who I'd turn to.''

''Don't you have any family?''

''No, my parents are
dead,
and I'm an only child. I was brought up in LA and came to Las Vegas after college because I love the casino world.''

''You and me both. It's amazing. It's not
real, it
's like a parallel world to the one most people live in. Look at all the characters that frequent casinos. You wouldn't find so many different types in any other establishment.''

''Do you gamble?'' she asked.

''No. Don't gamble, don't drink. I was a boxer in
college,
so I had to be fit.''

''Of course,'' she said. ''You don't mind helping me, do you?'' she asked changing the subject.

''No. It's an honor to be able to help such a beautiful woman,'' he said. ''Sorry that was indiscreet,'' he added.

''No. I liked it. I like being called beautiful, especially by you.''

''Sure you do, after all, you're my girlfriend aren't you?'' he joked. ''Seriously though you should stay at my house, out of his way for a while. It's big enough.''

*****

When Milan's car pulled up outside his house, Jessie realized that it was indeed big enough. Surrounded by a high wall, the gate was guarded by security guards. Inside the wall, the driveway  wound its way around a huge tree on a well-manicured piece of grass and stopped outside the front door. It was a stone house, with six bedrooms, three bathrooms,
a pool,
tennis court and a kitchen the like of which Jessie had never seen.

''You were right, it's enormous she said when they stopped.

''I'm only
twenty-two,
and I've already got a house that most
sixty-year
old's couldn't afford. ''It's all down to my father. Most of his money comes from crime, but I want to take the family on the straight and narrow when he's gone. I don't sleep too well when I think my bed was bought with the money of some junkie college kid.''

''That's very moral of you,'' she said.

He took her case and opened the front door. ''It's a big house for one person. It's nice you're here to keep me company,'' he said. ''The only other people who ever come here are the cook, Betty, and the cleaner Flossie.''

''An army of women to look after you. You're a lucky man.''

''Wait until you've tasted Betty's beef.''

A few days passed and Jessie began to settle into Milan's home. He began to notice a few feminine touches around the place, flowers in the dining room and a bowl of potpourri in the downstairs toilet.

Each day he'd drive them to the casino and waited until Jessie's work was finished, before driving her home again. Not a moment passed when she wasn't close to him. The more time they spent together, the closer they became. Jessie began to appear in Milan's
dreams,
and he found himself spending hour after hour thinking about her. He felt extremely protective of her and relished his job as her bodyguard.

Most of all, Jessie's more and more frequent use of the swimming pool was beginning to play on Milan's mind. She'd appear from her bedroom,  wrapped in a pink robe which she would seductively discard at the edge of the pool. Then she'd proceed to do stretching exercises which included touching her toes, invariably and quite innocently, with her back to the window  Milan was observing her from. The view of the thin material stretching over her behind, and the sight of her gorgeous legs made him so hard he was hardly able to bear it. He knew he shouldn't be spying on her. Voyeurism wasn't a particularly charming attribute, he thought. But how was he supposed to stop himself? He was addicted to watching her, but he knew it had to stop.

One evening she arrived home from work and began her usual routine. He watched her from the normal place and as she stretched he waited until he was fully hard before he opened the patio door and walked with purpose toward her. The sound of his footsteps on the tiles surrounding the pool drew her
attention,
and she turned to him. The purpose with which he was walking to her, led her to conclude he only wanted one thing. When she saw his erection pushing inside his
pants,
her thoughts were confirmed.

''Why has it taken you so long?'' she asked as he pulled her to him.

''Shut up,'' he said.

When their
lips
locked, a fire began to burn in each of them. It was soon apparent that neither of them wanted to bother with the niceties of the sexual act. There was to be no gentle foreplay, no petting, stroking or caressing, just raw sex.

Jessie gasped as his strong arms ripped her bikini bottoms from her and tore open her bra. His lips clasped to her nipple and sucked hard. She held his head and pulled him tighter. Her hands slid his zipper down and searched out his penis. He was her protector, the man she wanted and needed, and she was going to make him take her with all he had.

She led him seductively, his penis still hanging from his
pants
to the diving board. She lay down on top of it and opened her legs in an indolent gesture that left him in no doubt that she wanted it, and she wanted it now. Standing in front of her, he took off his shirt and discarded his pants and shorts. When she looked at
him,
she felt a wet wave engulf her center.
His upper body looked so strong.
Not a gram of fat, just muscle, and beautifully bronzed skin. It looked so smooth she couldn't wait to run her hands over it.

''Fuck,'' she gasped when he pulled her toward him and threw her legs over his shoulders. When he thrust into her, she cried out and dug her nails into his arms. He didn't stop to look at her or kiss her, he stood and thrust into her raised body until she began to pant. With each thrust, he hit that spot inside her. The place no other man had ever found.

''Harder,'' she groaned. He did his best to accommodate her wishes, but he was already taking her as hard as he could. ''Harder,'' she moaned again. Then he saw her whole body
tighten,
and her eyes roll as her pleasure swept over her.

Far from relaxing, she wanted more of the same. Insatiable for him, she put her hands on his hips and rocked him in and out of her. She came again, this time bellowing his name across the yard. He was young, fit, and very strong and she wanted him to prove it to her.

When he flipped her on her belly, she gasped. Her legs dangled on either side of the board as he thrust into her. She reached behind herself and grasped his thigh. She loved the feel of the soft hairs that tickled her palm. She loved being filled him. He wasn't stopping now. She could feel he wanted the finish line. She came once more as his penis raked over her G-spot time and again.

''Fuck me,'' he said as he got closer.

''Come on. Give it to me,'' she squealed.

When he
came,
she felt it inside her. Out of
breath,
they clung to each other. Jessie had an overwhelming feeling of triumph, and Milan a deep sense of satisfaction.

''You're mine now Jessie. No more fucking about pretending to be your boyfriend. From now on, I am your real boyfriend.''

She felt him growing softer inside him and reached up to kiss him. Their first tender moment, the passion spent.

****

The next morning they woken in the same bed for the first time. Milan stretched and looked at Jessie. ''Good morning. Sleep well?''

''Very, but I'm a bit sore, you know, down there.''

Milan laughed. ''Well you would insist on me doing you twice more. It's your own fault.''

''Don't you have any sympathy for me,'' she asked in a playful way.

''Of course, come here.'' He pulled her to
him,
and they cuddled for a few minutes.

''Gotta
get
going,'' Milan said eventually.

His Ferrari roared
into
life,
and he drove down the drive to the man on security. The man nodded and opened the gate. When they'd gone just a few yards up the road, a boy of around eleven flagged them down. He was small and wore a pair of blue jeans with a yellow Batman T-shirt. He looked slightly apologetic for having to stop them, but the man had been very insistent.

''What's up,'' Milan said. The boy didn't say
anything, he
just handed him an envelope. ''What is it?'' Milan asked. He shrugged his shoulders. ''Why are you giving it to me?'' Milan added.

''A man gave it to me. I live down there on the corner. He gave me fifty bucks and told me to give it to the man in the red Ferrari.''

Milan opened the envelope and pulled out a white sheet of paper. It read, 'I know where you are
bitch
. I'm coming to get you.'