The Trouble with Marrying a Movie Star (18 page)

He looked far from my typical fan. Extremely far.

"Ah, huh."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"I'm hosting a bachelorette party."

"That explains all the lovely women," he said moistening his lips.

"Well, it was nice meeting you." I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm.

"How rude of me, I'm Ethan." I looked down at his large hand wrapped around my arm. "My apologies," he said releasing me.

By that time, Erin had danced her way next to me. "Who are you?" She was never subtle.

He laughed as he extended his hand. "Hello."

"This is the bride-to-be, Erin. Erin, this is—" I forgot his name.

"The person who wants to play Thomas." I stared at him, now shocked.

"What did you say?"

"I'm here to audition for your character, Thomas."

Erin's eyes had grown wide, before she said, "Well, let's hear it shall we."

"No! Let's not. Look, I'm flattered, and I will surely remember you next week at the auditions, but I don't mix business with pleasure."

"That's not much fun then is it?"

I gawked at him while Erin chuckled, encouraging him. "I like him already. It was nice to meet you."

"You, as well."

"I'm going to grab another drink." I turned to follow her. She smiled and said, "Don't leave on my account," as she headed towards the nearest bar.

We stood there for a moment before I said, "I'm going to sit down," and left, with him following behind.

He sat down across from me, and immediately the server asked what we wanted to drink. I said nothing, and when she came back with our drinks he said, "This is a nice place," as he took a sip from his glass.

"It's a club. They all look the same to me."

"My mates and I come here when I'm in town."

"Where are you from?"

"England."

I held up my glass. "Cheers then." He clinked his glass to mine, and we sat drinking and watching people dance. A few in our party had found others to talk to, along with another bachelorette party. We all stayed in the VIP section, talking and mingling. And eventually Ethan's friends joined him from behind the velvet rope. I assumed that was his goal in the first place. For some people, who wanted entrance and couldn't obtain it, they seemed to flirt or talk their way in. I didn't care and invited them in. There were a few cute ones, and we had several single ladies in our group looking for some company.

It was difficult talking over the music, and every time one of us said something, the other couldn't hear. When Ethan moved to sit next to me, something about that felt uncomfortable, and then I remembered that he had pushed himself on me while I was on the dance floor. I scooted over, but he moved in closer.

"What are you doing after this?" Ethan asked, leaning in.

"This is it. I plan to sleep in, and recuperate from this weekend." I narrowed my eyes, curious about where this was going.

"Too bad. I thought maybe we could hang out, get a bite to eat." He brushed his hand against mine on the table.

I placed mine in my lap. "It's late. Look, I'm flattered, but I wouldn't—"

"Is it because of your fiancé?"

I watched as his eyes squinted with this weird expression. "Yes. It's not appropriate."

"I won't tell."

My mouth dropped open, before coming back to my senses. "What kind of...I barely know you! I'm sorry if you took my kindness for something more than it was."

He placed his hand on top of mine. "I wouldn't mind getting to know you better. Maybe once I get the part."

This guy was laying it on strong, and the word, no, didn't seem to be in his vocabulary. Sadly, by what I saw so far, he would have made a great Thomas. That's when I realized what I hadn't said, "No thanks. I'm not interested. Nor would I ever be."

He sat back in his chair. Suddenly, I had this weird feeling come over my body and I couldn't place it. I had felt it before, but I couldn't figure out if it was his weirdness or something else.

A loud commotion grabbed our attention, and we both turned to look towards the entrance of the club. My eyes swept the floor, and I was surprised to see Erin dancing with Miles. Although, he had texted me hours ago asking me where we were. I didn't expect that he would leave his own party to make an appearance, but then I thought about that, and that's something Andrew would do.

Then, I looked back towards the entrance, and saw Connor manhandling someone. I should have known he was the one causing the commotion. He insisted on being with us the entire time. The ladies didn't mind, they thought it was all a part of the VIP treatment. They liked having their own bodyguard to protect them, and I think Connor liked being around the girls. That was the first time I saw him try to get his mack on, and with one of Erin's friends in particular.

I took a sip of my drink, watching the two lovebirds on the dance floor, and Connor manhandling someone out of the club. When he stepped into the light that illuminated from the door, I realized that someone was Andrew.

I quickly ran towards the door and immediately asked what was going on. "Drew here has had too much to drink." Connor answered as he held on to him.

I touched his face. "Are you all right?”

"Who is he?" He snapped.

I stood back surprised, and his breath was loaded. "What are you talking about?"

"I tried to explain to him that I'm sure what he saw was nothing." Connor's brow raised in warning.

It took me a moment, and then I asked, "Do you mean, Ethan?" I chuckled.

Andrew found nothing funny. "Is this your way of getting back at me!" he hissed.

"Are you serious? You're jealous?"

"Andrew." Connor tilted his head towards the paparazzi who were now capturing our exchange. "I think you two need to take this elsewhere."

He opened the awaiting car door and Andrew slid in after me. I was ready for an altercation in the backseat, but he just sat there. Breathing heavy, in deep thought—or a drunken stupor.

When we arrived home, I headed straight to the kitchen and brewed a cup of coffee. I sat and watched him take the aspirin I had given him while he drank the coffee. After he was finished, I grabbed the cup to wash it, when I felt him pressed up against my body. I used my butt to push him back. "Get off!"

He pressed harder. "Did he touch you?" he whispered.

I turned my head to the side. "What are you talking about?"

"That guy I saw you sitting with. Did he touch you?"

Towel still in hand, I turned my body completely around to face his now burning eyes. The drunken eyes that were there before were now filled with...lust. This surprised me by the tone in his voice. "You're drunk."

"Answer me."

I chuckled, angrily. He was questioning my loyalties? "My Hollywood fiancé is jealous of some man? I should be flattered. Your ass is always being touched by some other woman."

Andrew tilted his head down towards my chest and hovered his mouth over it. He traced his warm breath along my heated skin until he was over my lips. "I saw him touch you! Something you haven't allowed me to do for weeks."

"It was innocent, and I didn't touch him!"

"You're mine." His eyes flickered up towards mine and I saw them darken more.

"Then show me!" I dared. He stared at me as I threw the dish towel in the sink before I headed toward the stairs.

As I walked past the round table in the foyer, Andrew grabbed my arm and pulled me into it. "Gladly."

I watched him lick his lips while his eyes scanned down my body; before he pushed me harder against the table. The vase that sat on top knocked over and was now rolling on top. I placed my hands against his chest and stopped him from coming any closer. "How could you ever think that I would allow another man to touch me?"

"You were upset about the wedding—when I saw that jackass..."

"You thought I would cheat on you?"

"Never!"

"Yet, you cause a scene over some stranger?"

"You kept me out of our bed," he hissed.

"I was upset."

"Then you talk about it, yell and scream if you have to. We’re going to have fights, Andria."

"I know that!"

"You are always saying it would be nice to be a normal couple. Normal couples fight, dammit!"

"I know that too!" I yelled, chest heaving, as I grew angrier and was strangely turned on. Andrew kept himself pressed firmly against me and I could feel exactly how frustrated he had been with me. "Maybe, I shouldn't have kept you out of our bed—"

Before I could say anything else, Andrew lifted me onto the table, and when I sat down, the vase smashed to the ground breaking. "Andrew!"

"Damn right! Do you know how maddening it is having you so close, and not being able to touch you while some ass gets to! No more. Open up!" He commanded. That look came over his face—the one that owned me—as he started to unbutton his pants. I wanted him, and my legs instantly obeyed.

Andrew's hands slid up my bare thighs, pushing my skirt up until they reached my panties. He gripped both sides and ripped them, causing me to moan out from the burn of the fabric as I flattened my hands on his chest.

He wrapped my hair around his hand, pulling it back so that my neck was exposed to his lingering lips. He began to lick me from the crest of my breast, over the top of my chin until he reached my mouth. He pulled my hair harder, causing my mouth to open as he stuck his tongue in. We both moaned as we fought for dominance. But, when his other hand trailed down my stomach until it reached my throbbing core, he had won. I cried out in pleasure as he captured my moans.

Soon after, I heard his zipper. When his belt buckle hit the floor, my girly bits cried out at that sound, and I squealed internally. All I could do was grab onto the edge of the table as Andrew pushed my back down while he took his shirt off. A collective sigh was released the moment we finally joined together as he claimed what would always be his.

After several rounds, and one incident when I thought the table was going to crash underneath us, I started to pick up our discarded clothes from the floor. Yet, Andrew had something more in mind. My body was already a pile of mush, but the moment I saw those eyes intensify, I took a running start up the stairs. At least I thought I had a start until Andrew's hand grabbed my ankle. I fell down, and he flipped me onto my back. He grabbed my thighs, positioning himself between them. "I'm not done with you." He captured my hands with one hand, and started to play with my body with the other. Andrew's mouth began to shower me with love and attention. I grabbed hold of his now dampened hair and pulled it as another explosion ripped through me. He lifted me up, and I automatically hitched my legs around his waist as he carried me to our room. We didn't get far when he slammed my back against the wall before taking me again.

I held on to his dampened neck while he continued to show me exactly how driven he was. My head hit the wall, my body quivered in pleasure, as my legs weakened. The rhythmic pounding from my back filled the space as it continued to beat against the wall, before another powerful surge of pleasure ripped through me. Instantly, my nails scraped down his back as we both screamed out incoherently.

As we caught our breath, I grabbed the sides of his face lifting it up to me. He looked into my eyes, before placing a passionate kiss on my lips. Everything we were holding in had come through that night. There were so many words still unspoken, yet all was pushed aside as Andrew carried me to the bedroom, where we made love until we both fell asleep.