A Little Bit of Truth (Little Bits) (7 page)

Her hand comes up to show me her wedding band.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, James is… James,” I say as a way of explanation. “He’s always going to be paranoid and a little bit insecure. He’ll get over it.”

“Yeah,” she grins, I can tell her mood has lifted. “So I want the details
on last night.”

“I jacked him off in the back of a cab.” And the cackling begins.

Well that sucked. Not only did the radio woman flirt with me, she also touched my thigh every two seconds! I thought it would be in one of those rooms where we’d be separated from each other. Oh no. This was no
t one of those types of radio rooms. This was a large room with a couple of couches, a vending machine and home comforts all over the place. It was like sitting in a modern lounge rather than a place of work.

And now I’ve got to meet my Publicist, to go through my new script for the film I'm shooting in England next month. Or at least, I think it starts next month. Shooting times change frequently. The last movie I worked on, I was told they wouldn’t begin for two months. Only to be suddenly called at two in the morning two days after receiving the updated script and told I was needed first thing.

My life is anything but boring. Although it’s this part that bores me. The part where I have
to go out before the release date and advertise the movie with endless interviews and weird TV shows. And now a new one on that list… touchy feely radio women. Great.

I can’t wait until this day is over, I need to bury myself in something sweet to make all the shit vanish from my mind. I know I said I wouldn’t, but I have to now.

******

“But she touched my dick! Her hand skimmed across the top of it when she asked me if I was dating anyone! I feel violated.” I moan to Marie and shovel a fork full of sweet and sour chicken into my mouth. “Stop laughing!”

“Sorry,” she says but doesn’t stop and she also doesn’t sound sorry. “You poor thing.”

I grunt in response and swallow the food in my mouth. She smiles at me, her eyes twinkle with humor. Her laughter finally dies. “How did the photo editing go?”

“I barely need to do anything,” she shrugs. “You’re so photogenic. The color of your skin seems to attract the light in all of the right ways.”

“Nah, you’re just a good photographer,” I respond flippantly. “Maybe you can teach me.”

She quirks a brow, “Teach you?”

I take her plate and mine and lay them on the table. “Yeah. Then I can take naked pictures of you… to keep me warm at night when I go to England.”

She laughs again. Sigh. I adjust my crotch when she says, “Dude, there’s such a thing called Skype.” Why yes. Yes there is. “I’m not opposed to a little fumbling on camera. It would actually be a first for me.”

I relax back into the couch and smile at her. “Me too.”

“Goodie,” her eyes glaze over with mischief. “When do you leave?”

I have to admit, I kind of feel bad for the guy. When he arrived at mine he looked so exhausted and stressed out. Then he sat down and told me about his day, beginning to end. Including the crazy radio lady with a tendency to grab. I feel like swiping at the bitch. It must be tough to be in the public eye and being constantly treated like an object rather than a person.

Then he
makes me feel even worse for him when I tell him about my boring and mundane day of editing, cleaning and reading. The reason this makes me feel worse for him is because he looks so damn interested throughout the entire conversation. His eyes never leave me, his concentration remains solely on everything I say.

“How long have you been in the spotlight?” I ask him softly after he, without permission, squeezes in behind me on the sofa and pulls me into his chest so the front of my body is flush with his. His fingers work through my hair in the most relaxing way. I’ll be dozing soon if he doesn’t stop, but I daren’t tell him this because he seems content. In his day, from what I’ve just discovered, contentment doesn’t happen often.

“Since I was seven,” his voice is quiet and soft. “My mom got me into child modeling. Then I starred in a couple of kids movies. Became a heartthrob when I reached my teen years and continued acting.” There’s no big headedness or arrogance to his tone, it’s almost revised. Like he’s talking about someone else’s life rather than his own.

“
Wow that sucks.”

“Blunt as always,” he chuckles and squeezes me to him. “I love my job, I just don’t particularly like all that comes with it.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’d ever be able to handle being famous. I like my privacy too much.”

He stiffens a little and my heart skips a beat. “Well, there are pictures of you… from last night. Of me and you climbing into the cab outside of the club.”

Phew, “Just of us getting in a car right?”

“Yeah, and a couple of us inside
the club.”

“That’s okay,” I feel him relax. “It’s not like they’re going to start hounding me every two seconds.”

He rolls me onto my back and buries his forehead in my neck, “You fell asleep this morning.”

“Yeah.”

“It took me five minutes to pry your arms from around me,” his body shakes with laughter. “I almost called Maya.”

“Why Maya?”

“She has a crowbar,” He makes a squeaking hinge sound with his mouth while motioning with his arm what it is he would do with the crowbar. “Seriously. You were latched on, I thought you were gonna sink your teeth in.”

If I was a blusher, I’d be blushing, “Yeah, I can be quite clingy in my sleep.”

His eyes scan my face, his features soft and still seemingly content. “The complete opposite of how you are when you’re awake.” It’s my turn to laugh because it’s true. “Not that I’m complaining, it’s not very often I find a gorgeous woman, with a talent in the bedroom like no other.” His hand cups my ass as his hips grind into mine. “That doesn’t try to chain me down, yet clings to me in the night in a way that makes me never want to leave her bed.” Holy fuck.

We smile at each other for a moment before his forehead vanishes under my chin and his cheek rests on my squished boobies. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so comfortable,” I admit and wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re like one of those giant teddies, so warm and soft. Minus the fur.”

“Way to emasculate a man,” he jokes and pinches the thigh his hand is wrapped around. I wince and bite his ear in reciprocation. “This morning I was determined to fuck you. To get the foul feel of that woman off my dick.” Snort. “Now I don’t want to move.”

“Yeah,” I agree as his other hand fists in my hair and I feel his lips against the curve of my neck. “The movie
’s about to finish and I don’t have a fucking clue what it was about.”

“That’
s your fault.”

“You’re the one who went on a rant about being violated,” I cackle and shove at his chest. He lifts up onto his elbows so h
is face hovers only an inch above mine. Then with a seriousness I haven’t seen on his face in a while, he states, “I was violated. My dick is in a foul mood because of it.”

“Want me to kiss it better?” I give him a toothy grin as he assesses my face. Then with a small nod
, he crawls up my body until he’s straddling my chest and says, “Fuck yeah.”

Spaghetti
Os

I fall back onto the pillow panting. There goes orgasm number four… I kid you not. Number fucking four. I’m hungry, so damn hungry but my throat hurts a bit from all of the foreplay and all of the crying out.

Jacob collapses on top of me. The boy has stamina I’ll give him that, I made him come three times and after the third he still wanted to try again but his now should
-be-sore dick, (after almost three hours of foreplay and sex), has gone to sleep.

“Twenty minutes,” he pants, his chest heaving with each breath. His sweaty body pressing against mine. “Just twenty minutes and we’ll…” gasp. “Go again.”

“What time is it?”

“Midnight.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You ate me twice.” That I did, and I’m checking the calories as soon as I can move because I have a feeling I’m going to be eating him a helluva lot more from now on. Normally I don’t like the whole swallow thing but he doesn’t taste that bad. “And you’re still hungry?”

“Yeah. Any Chinese left?”

“Some rice maybe…”

I climb out of bed, completely unashamed of my naked body and my just fucked hair. Winking at Jacob over my shoulder, I head to the kitchen and almost cry. Because there is no Chinese food left. So I search through the cupboards instead. Mustard, ketchup and… BBQ sauce. I really should do the grocery shopping at some point in the near future.

“Found anything?” I shout, as I hear Marie slamming cupboard doors in the kitchen. Then I hear a microwave hum and the kettle start to boil.

I need to move but… fuck I’ve met my match. I think I’m dipping into the greediest pussy on earth. I’m so done for the night, but she’s insatiable. What’s worse is… seeing her naked is making me want her again.

Not to sound like a sexist pig but imagining her naked in the kitchen, cooking my dinner is almost too much to bear. I snort at myself, I’m losing it. I’m going insane. This female is fucking killing me.

I think she broke my dick the last time she came
. Her walls clenched me so tight I felt something break. It was awesome.

The scent of warm tomatoes travels in the air as the microwave continues to hum. I hear the refrigerator open as my stomach growls at me. Was that the toaster? Damn I’m hungry.

Moments later Marie is padding back into the room with a tray. I take it from her and laugh when I see
SpaghettiOs covered in parmesan and four rounds of toast evenly buttered. “Perfect.”

She grins and sips her mug of java
while I tuck in. We eat in silence, these are the best damn SpaghettiOs I’ve ever tasted, that’s how hungry I am. Normally I’d hate SpaghettiOs but these are hitting the spot.

“
My dad used to make these for me all the time when I was little,” Marie says with a soft smile, it’s the first time she’s ever mentioned her family. I get the feeling there’s some bad shit going on there but I don’t ask. Marie isn’t much of a sharer when it comes to her past or her present. She’s a, ‘what you see is what you get’, kind of woman. “He always covered them with finely grated parmesan and toast. We’d sit on the deck and wait for my mom to get home from work while eating them and doing the daily crossword together.”

I smile and listen, it might sound weird but I enjoy hearing about another’s life. Maybe it’s because I grew up on the move. We never even had a Christmas at home, it was always in some hotel or somebody else’s house.

Not that I’m complaining, I’ve lived a charmed life. It hasn’t been perfect but I’ve never wanted for anything. My folks made sure I knew I was loved and had everything I desired. I’ve done the same for them since I became old enough to travel alone and handle my own funds. Still, part of me wishes I’d had the normal and boring life that everyone moans about but secretly loves.

“My dad worked nights, he would wake up at two
in the afternoon, pick me up from school and get me ready for when my mom came home.”

“That sounds nice,” I place the tray on the ground and pull Marie into the crook of my arm. Her fingers trail up and down my chest. I think story time is over for her so I offer one of my own. “My mom used to play hide and seek with me every T
hursday. It was usually just me and her on a Thursday as my dad went and did whatever it was he was doing. Probably gambling or something.” I say this last part bitterly. “It’s the reason my parents got me into the modeling business in the first place. They needed money but once I had it they couldn’t touch it. They got an allowance that was protected by an awesome accountant, my mom made sure my money was protected from my dad. He’s a great guy but a weak one. Loves money and loves women. He also loves my mom but not enough to be faithful.”

“That’s really sad,” Marie runs her finger over my nipple until it hardens. “Your mom is awesome. She’s so funny, but I could see how sad she was
the last time she came over.”

I sigh because it’s true,
no matter what metaphorical mask my mom decides to wear for the day, her eyes show her emotions. She found out my dad was having an affair right about the same time Maya and James split up due to him cheating.

Long story
short, Maya and James made up, got back together and have a kid who happens to be my goddaughter. They’re also getting remarried in about four months, I think. I have the save the date somewhere…

Anyway, my mom still holds tight to her pain, she loves my dad and he betrayed her in the worst way. I just hope things pick up for her from here on out. I should call her tomorrow, it’s been a while since we spoke.