Starburst (21 page)

Trevas
and Peyton talked while they enjoyed their coffee, mostly about Alley and her
attitude, and then he told her about his mother being her number one fan. He
took the casserole out of the oven and sat it on top of the stove, and his
phone beeped in his pocket.

“Come
up here,” Alley text.

“No,
you come down here. Breakfast is ready.”

“Get
your fucking ass up here!” she demanded, and he shook his head, knowing that
the talk he had with her the night before was long forgotten, and turned his
phone to Peyton.

“That’s
our Alley,” she stated with the same look.

“What
do you want, you evil little princess?” Trevas asked, coming into her room and
jumping on top of her. He kissed her and then tickled her, causing her to
scream and thrash about, shouting for him to stop.

He
shifted his weight, and she snuggled up to him. “I wanted to talk to you about
something very important,” she told him, loving him being in her bed and in his
arms.

“Very
important?” he teased.

“Shut
the hell up, and listen for five seconds,” Alley demanded, putting her hand
over his mouth so that he couldn’t talk. Trevas still wasn’t being serious, and
bit her hand and then rolled over on top of her and kissed her again.

“Trevas,
I’m trying to tell you something,” Alley, told him, trying to be somber.

“I’m
sorry. Okay, I am one hundred percent paying attention,” he promised and kissed
her long and passionate.

“Trevas?”
she said again trying to get his attention.

“Yes?”
he asked, in between kisses.

“I’m
going to do the movie,” she stated, and that got his attention. He pushed
himself back and sat against the headboard.  Alley moved with him and sat in
his lap, with her legs over his so that she could look at him.

“Alley,
are you serious?”

“Yes,
I thought about it half the night, and you’re right. If I did this one movie,
it would give me time to figure out what I want to do with my life, but I have
one condition.”

Trevas
took her hand. “Alley I don’t want you to do this for me. I wasn’t trying to
influence you one way or the other. I just wanted you to think it through.”

“Do
you really think I would do anything because someone else wanted me too?”

“Yes,
I think when it comes to me you would.”

“You’re
probably right, but I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for me and maybe
my dad a little.”

“What’s
the condition?” he asked, weaving their fingers together.

“I
want you with me, I don’t know where I will be going, but I have been around
enough to know that there is a lot involved.”

“Alley,
I can’t. I have to work.”

“You
will be working. You will be working with me, and keeping me from being the
spoiled little rich kid that I am.”

Trevas
snickered. “You can’t pay me.”

“My
dad can.”

“I
highly doubt that your dad is going to pay me to travel with you, besides you
don’t really need a bodyguard until you are famous. You have never done a
movie. I think you will be okay for a while.”

“Trevas
my mother is Peyton Paxton. I can’t do anything now without the paparazzi. What
do you think it’s going to be as soon as they get wind that I’m doing this?”

Trevas
shrugged his shoulders. “I guess you know more about it than I do, but you
can’t put that condition on it. This is your project, and you need to do it
alone, all by yourself.”

Alley
moved from his lap to his side, and he put his arm around her and kissed her
head.

“Let’s
just see what my dad says first, okay?” she asked.

“Alley
I don’t want to be your proposition with your dad.”

Alley
started to say something else, and she was interrupted by a tap on the door.  Peyton
didn’t wait for an answer and peered in the door.

“You
might want to wait for an answer before you just open the door.” Alley stated,
pulling the sheet over her naked top half.

“Alley
your dad is here. He said you text him, and told him he needed to come here.
What is going on?” Peyton asked with a confused look, ignoring her previous
statement.

Alley
got up and pulled a pair of shorts over her skimpy panties and a t-shirt. “Come
Trevas, you’re coming with me.”

“Alley?”
Peyton questioned, wanting an answer.

“We
will tell you together, just wait.”

“Oh
God, Alley please tell me you’re not pregnant,” Peyton requested, nervously.

“Mom,
really? No, I’m not pregnant. Come on,” she told her, and led them downstairs
where her dad was waiting just as impatiently.

“Fletcher,”
Trevas nodded curtly.

“Trevas,”
he nodded back with a dirty look. “What’s going on Alley?”

“Sit,”
she demanded to all three of them.

Alley
sat by Trevas, and looked over to him, and he gave her a warm smile of
encouragement.

“Alley
will you please tell us what is going on?” Peyton asked.

“We’re
getting married.” She joked, and both their jaws fell open. “I’m kidding, geesh,”
she added right away, putting them out of their misery.

“And
that is real funny,” Fletcher said, holding his heart.

“Dad
I’m going to do this movie, but I have some conditions.”

“Is
this another joke?” he asked, hoping that it was not.

“No,
it’s not a joke, but you can’t ever ask me to do another one.”

Fletcher
jumped up and went around the table. He grabbed her face and kissed her smack
on the lips.

“Oh
gross, keep that up, and I will change my mind.”

Fletcher
sat back down with the biggest grin ever. “Condition away baby,” he exclaimed,
ready to give her the moon.

“Well
the, not ever asking me to do another one was one of the conditions and the
second one is I want Trevas with me.”

Trevas
jumped in next. “Alley, I told you that I was not going to do that. I have a
job here.”

“You
look for jobs, and I found you one that will keep you busy for a while.”

Trevas
shook his head in frustration.

“Trevas
and Alley,” Fletcher began. “I am more than happy to meet that condition, but I
have one condition on top of that condition. I don’t want your relationship to
be public, and it has to be nothing, but business when you are in public.”

“I
can handle that,” Alley replied, she was just happy that she was able to see
him now, “but I can tell by the look on Trevas’s face that he is going to make
me discuss it with him first.”

“Yes
I am,” he replied.

“When
do we start shooting? Where is it going to be shot? And how long is it going to
take?” Alley wanted to know, and Fletcher laughed.

“Most
of it will be shot in Pittsburg, and some here in LA, and Afghanistan is going
to be shot in the Australia desert. We should start shooting in September, but
some things are going to have to be arranged because of your age. We have to wait
until you turn eighteen to do any of the explicit shots,” Fletcher explained,
almost too excited to contain himself.

“How
long?” Alley still wanted to know.

“We
have a February deadline so you should be done by then and the completed
deadline in early May.”

“Wait,
what do you mean the shots that she can’t do yet?” Trevas wanted to know.

“She
isn’t eighteen, and there are strict rules and laws about what she can do.”

“What
does she need to do that she can’t do when she is seventeen?” Trevas wanted to
know, not liking the sound of it.

“Trevas,
can we maybe talk about this later?” Alley asked, giving him a shut-up look.
She didn’t want to have a heated discussion about her taking her clothes off
with him in front of her parents, and she could tell that it was going to be an
issue.

Trevas
let it go, and Fletcher continued. “I will set a time for you to meet with
Stella Gains one day next week to go over the contract.

“Why
do I need her?”

“Really
it is only because of who you are, I could do it myself, but I just don’t have
the time, and I will call Jolene Marshall as well.

“Who
is she and why do I need her?” Alley wanted to know, and wasn’t sure she liked
all of the complexity with this anymore.

“I
don’t think so Fletcher,” Peyton added her two cents. “I don’t like Jolene
Marshal, she can use my publicist.”

“Why
do I need a publicist? I’m not sure I want to do this anymore,” she fretted,
being honest.

Peyton
explained to her why she would need a publicist. “It’s kind of like your dad
said, mainly because of who you are. You’ve met Sherry, she’ll take care of the
promotions for you and arrange for the good publicity while coaching you to
deal with the bad, and help you to avoid it.”

“Promotions
like what? Like you do mom? Jay Leno, MTV, Jimmy Kimmel and stuff like that?”

“Yes
Alley, you have to promote the movie. It will be in the contract, but Sherry
will take care of all of that for you.”

“I
thought you did that because they invited you and you liked it. I changed my
mind. I can’t talk in front of people like that.”

“Yes
you can, don’t worry about it. You will be fine. Just think of it as part of
the job.”

Fletcher
went into more detail with her, and she was beginning to think she made a hasty
decision, and wished she would have just talked to Trevas before mentioning it
to her dad, but it was too late and she knew it. It would break his heart if
she didn’t do it after getting his hopes up.

Fletcher
took a call and then told them that he had to go. “What are you doing tonight
Alley”, he wanted to know before he left.

“I
don’t know, what are you guys doing?” she asked, both her parents.

“I’m
having a little party, you can come home with me if you want,” Fletcher invited.

“Um,
no thank you. What about you mom?”

“I
have an interview at seven, and then I will probably go to an after party. You
can come with me if you want. It will be a lot fun.”

“I’m
going to Trevas’s,” she told them bluntly, and they both looked at each other
and Trevas had a dreaded look on his face. The feeling of the tantrum that was
stirring matched the dismay on his face.

“What
time are you going to be home?” her mom asked, giving her permission.

“Tomorrow
sometime,” she stated.

“Alley,
stop.” Trevas demanded before it went too far.

“Shut
up Trevas,” she said, giving him a dirty look.

“Alley
you know we are not going to give you permission to do that,” Fletcher told her
in a soft tone, not wanting the tantrum. He was too excited to fight with her.

“You
know eventually you are going to have to grow up and not get your way all the
time don’t you?” Trevas asked Alley as they drove out of her driveway.

“Maybe
I will and maybe I won’t,” she said with her attitude, and Trevas couldn’t be
mad, and could only find her amusing, besides he was more than happy for her to
be in his bed. He didn’t think it was possible to miss someone as much as he
missed her and he sure as heck didn’t want to fight with her.

Trevas
cooked, and Alley sat at the bistro table and watched as they chatted about the
movie.

“I
guess I should have asked you what this movie was about before I encouraged you
to go take your clothes off for everyone to see,” he told her as he cut up
chicken strips.

“It’s
not that kind of movie Trevas, but there are some sex scenes. She was raped
twice and then she has a fling with a soldier, but that’s it. It’s more about
her life drama.”

“I
still don’t want you to take your shirt off and show it all over the world.”

“Trevas,
there is nothing sexy about it. There are a million people around with cameras,
lights and microphones when you’re doing a shoot. It’s no big deal.”

“But
you’re not the least bit uneasy about taking your clothes off, and your dad is
going to be there, does that not bother you at all?”

“No,
it doesn’t. I guess because I have grown up around it. I’m sure you have seen
my mother’s boobs in a movie a time or two, if you haven’t, just watch ‘BLACK’.
I’m sure you will.”

“I
don’t want to see your mother’s boobs, and I don’t want anyone else seeing
yours.”

“So
what Trevas? You want me to tell my dad that Trevas is forbidding me to take my
clothes off so we will have to skip that part?”

“No
Alley, I just don’t like it. Can’t I just not like it and complain to you a
little?”

“Yes
you can, but you are reading more into it than it is.”

“Who
is the soldier?”

“I’m
not sure, I know about as much as you do.”

“He
doesn’t have to touch them does he?”

“How
about I just give you my e-reader and you read the book. They will cut out a
lot, but it will give you a better understanding of what it is, and you’re
going to be right there with me.”

“We
haven’t discussed that yet either but if your dad is willing and you’re taking
your clothes off, you damn right I’m going to be there.”

“I
knew you would already.”

“That
is because you are an evil little princess.”

“An
evil princess that loves you like crazy,” she said with a grin and he grinned
back.

They
ate Chicken Alfredo in front of the television and rented the first ‘Black’
movie, starring Peyton Paxton and Brady Swift. Trevas was really into the movie
and thought it was excellent. Peyton and Brady were cop partners, and it was a lot
of action and romance. Both characters were married but spent so much time
together that by the end of the movie, there were a couple of sex scenes.
Trevas felt very un-comfortable watching her mother be intimate with the hot
cop and turned his head not wanting the image of her breast in his mind. The
movie ended by the pair catching the drug lords and getting caught in their
rendezvous. Trevas couldn’t wait for the second one to come out after watching,
and Alley laughed.

“Great
now you are going to be one of the crazy, fanatic fans chasing my mom.”

“I
would rather chase her daughter,” he provoked, and grabbed both of her legs and
pulled her to him and she squealed. She lay on the couch with her legs over his
and Trevas ran his hands up her waist and ribs, staring down at her with a
hungry look. He unbuttoned her jeans, and she looked down at his hands.

“I
want to go take a shower,” she told him quietly while touching his hands
lightly with her fingers.

He
moved her leg from around him and helped her to her feet. “Go… get out of
here,” he demanded, needing the space.

Trevas
waited until she was in the shower, and although he kept telling himself to
wait he couldn’t and moved in behind her. She smiled to herself knowing that he
was there, and slowly turned to him. They didn’t speak, and she moved her arms
around his neck, and then turned her head to the side as he tried to kiss her,
he kissed her neck.

 Her
eyes were closed and she placed one hand on the side of his face and slowly
moved to his lips, just brushing them with hers until he held her face and
kissed her. Her breathing was heavy, and she wasn’t sure how much longer her
legs were going to hold her. His touch, his hands, the feel of his lips and his
wet body on hers was always more than she could handle, and she wondered if it would
always be this way.

He
tried to pull her up to him, but she wouldn’t let him, and stepped out the side
of the curtain, pulling him with her. He kissed her backward all the way to the
bed,  gently laying her back, dripping wet from the head down, he kissed her
soaked body. There was so much tension and attraction to each other, and Trevas
didn’t waste any time. He thrust into her, and she let out a loud moan. He took
her fast and hard, and of course she was screaming out her normal profanity in
no time.  Trevas made it for about two more minutes and was exalted himself.
They both breathed quick heavy breaths and then Trevas laughed.

“Yes
Trevas, the bed is soaked,” Alley said, already knowing what he was laughing
at.

“It’s
your fault. I tried in the shower,” he replied.

“But
you are the one that got in the shower.”

“True,
you have a point, but I don’t care about the bed. I love you being  wet in my
bed. I love you.”

Alley
smiled. “I love you too, but you need to get up so that we can get the bed
dry.”

Trevas
stripped the sheets and took them to the washer, came back and he and Alley put
on dry ones.

“What
do you want to do now?” Alley asked, and Trevas gave her a strange look.

“It’s
ten o’clock, what is there to do?”

“I
didn’t mean it like that. I was just hoping we could go to bed and read.”

“Why
would I care if you did that?”

“I just
don’t want you to think, I would rather read than be with you.”

“You
are with me. What are you reading?”

“The
script, do you want to read the book?”

“Yeah,
I do.”

Alley
took the two inch script and gave Trevas her e-reader. He propped himself up
against the headboard and Alley moved to his side, he put his arm around her
and kissed her still wet hair.

They
read for over an hour before either of them spoke. Trevas moved to kiss the top
of her head every now and then, and Alley smiled to herself every time.

“Okay
Alley, please tell me this part won’t be implemented in this film.”

Alley
sat up and crossed her legs Indian style and faced him. “What part?” she asked.

“They
are in a hotel in Germany,” he started, and Alley knew exactly what part he was
talking about.

“What?”
he asked, seeing the look on her face.

“I
know where you are, and yes that is in the script. I’m already past there, so I
know that it will be in the movie.

“I
don’t get it, how is he going to go down on you?”

Alley
laughed. “He isn’t really Trevas, it’s a movie. It’s not real,” she explained,
talking to him like he was a child, afraid of a scary movie.

“You
think this is funny?” he asked, and she laughed.

“No,
I think you are funny. Trevas there will be so many people around, it’s fake,
it’s a movie.”

“How
are you supposed to make it look like that is what he is doing without him
touching you?”

“I
don’t know. I’m not sure if it will be under the covers and you see nothing but
his head bobbing or if they will use a cloth to cover that part.”

“But
he is going to be that close to you with his mouth?”

Alley
let out a drained breath.

“And
what are you supposed to do while he is doing this?” he continued.

“Enjoy
it, what do you think I’m supposed to do?”

“How
are you going to do that?”

“Like
this,” she said, throwing herself back and arching her back, thrusting her
hips, twisting her head from side to side and making the most lustful noises
she could muster.

Trevas
grabbed her wrist and pulled her back up. “You think that is funny?”

“Trevas,
it’s no big deal if my dad is willing to let me do it then, you should know
that it’s okay. It’s not a porn.”

“But
it’s definitely rated R.”

“Stop
it, just keep reading.”

“I
don’t want to read anymore.”

“Are
you really going to throw a tantrum about this?” Alley asked, still amused.

“Why
is this so humorous to you?”

“It’s
humorous because I’m not used to being on this side of the tracks. I’m used to
you
being the one telling me I’m being ridiculous, not the other way around.”

Trevas
scooted down and put his hands over his head. Alley moved to his side, laying
her head on his bare chest.

“I
have to go out of town tomorrow afternoon. I won’t be back until Wednesday.”

“I
don’t want you to do that anymore Trevas. Can’t you just work here in the
city?”

“It’s
already arranged.”

Alley
groaned but didn’t argue with him, one because she knew it wouldn’t do any good
and two she didn’t want to argue with him.

Alley
woke Trevas at three a.m. “Trevas wake up, you have to get up,” she said,
shaking his chest. He tried to open his eyes and rolled to his side, not
comprehending what she was saying.

“Trevas
get up,” she demanded, again as she dug through her bag.

“What
the hell are you doing?” he asked.

“Looking
for something, get up.”

Trevas
sat up and turned on the lamp. “Alley what are you looking for and why do I
have to get up?” he asked, trying to figure out what she was doing.

“This,”
she finally said, pulling a tampon from her bag.

“Oh,”
he said, understanding.

She
disappeared into the bathroom to clean herself up, and Trevas pulled the covers
back to reveal the bright red circle on the sheets. He shook his head, got up
and took the covers off. He took the sheets from the dryer from their earlier
mishap, glad that he went ahead and washed them because he only had the two
sets.

She
helped him put the bottom sheet on and make the bed. She cuddled back up to him,
and he kissed her head.

“I’m
sorry,” she told him.

“It’s
fine Alley, it’s a first, but it’s fine.”

“The
first time a girl ever got her period in the middle of the night and left the
evidence in your bed?”

“Yes,”
he exhaled and pulled her closer to him. “How long does this last?”

“My
period?”

“Yes,”

“Three
or four days,”

“I’m
almost glad I’m leaving for three days now,” he admitted.

“Why,
because you find me so irresistible?” she teased.

“Yes,
that is exactly why.”

They
were sitting at the table eating oatmeal and toast when Peyton called the
following morning.

“Hey
mom,” Alley answered.

“Good
morning, how was your night?”

“It
was great,” she said, smiling over at Trevas.

“Do
you want me to come and get you?”

“No,
I don’t want you coming around here. I don’t want the media to start hanging
around here because they saw you here.”

“Good
point, when will you be home?”

“What
time are you leaving Trevas?” she asked, holding the phone away from her ear.

“I
have to catch a plane at three.”

“Will
you take me to my mom’s?”

“Of
course I will.”

“I
will be home around one or so,” she told her mom. “Are you going to be busy
tonight?” she wanted to know not wanting to spend the night alone for some
reason, although that was what she had done her entire life.

“I’m
staying home, but I may have a friend stop by later in the evening. Is that
okay?”

“Who’s
the friend?”

“James
Brazen, you’ve met him,” she added.

“Yeah,
he seems to be one of the regulars,” she said, dryly.

“What
is that supposed to mean?”

“You
know what it means mom. Whatever, its fine.”

Alley
and Trevas lounged around on the sofa all morning. Alley was still reading the
script and Trevas watched some sports, with her legs thrown over his and his
hand rested on the top of her leg.

“You
look very sophisticated in those glasses,” Trevas told her when the commercial
interrupted his attention.

“I
am very sophisticated,” she replied, pushing the black framed glasses up on her
nose.

“You
are very sexy,” he smiled his suggestive wicked smile.

“You
stop that, we can’t have sex.”

“I
know, and I wanted to before I took you home.”

Alley
tossed the script to the coffee table and moved in and kissed him.

“Now
you stop that,” he demanded.

She
smiled at him and moved her hands to the button on his jeans.

“What
are you doing, you little instigator?” he asked, watching her unbutton his
jeans.

“I’m
going to take care of you before you leave,” she admitted, and moved to her
knees in front of him, and for a split second he wanted to protest. She had
never done that before, and he didn’t want her to feel obligated, but as soon
as she had him in her hand, he had lost the confidence to stop her and couldn’t
contain the feelings she caused.

She
took him in her mouth and he moaned dropping his head back, closing his eyes. He
wondered if this was something all girls just knew how to do and how she knew
what to do. She continued until he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.