Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. SM does. I do not own any songs or lyrics used in this chapter. They belong to their respective artists/writers. No copyright infringement is intended.
Big HUGE thanks to my beta- TheUnderStudy she rocks my world! Mwah!
FYI for this chap: any lyrics in ( ) are being sung by others as backup vocals. Those are not done by Victoria, but I didn't want to leave them out. Also, please note that I don't necessarily put all the lyrics of the songs in the story.
BPOV
I check my phone for the umpteenth time since we've been here. It's a few minutes past seven. Alice, Rose and I are sitting to the side of the stage at The Switch, one of Seattle's top rated bars for live music; we're waiting for the band to show up. They were supposed to meet us here half an hour ago.
I sigh loudly, annoyed that I had busted my ass to get home after my afternoon with Edward and then had to rush myself to get ready. And for what? To have to sit and wait like this. Granted, it was easier to get ready this time. I am wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a sequined black tank top with a racer back and knee high black boots with three inch heels. Of course the oh so important red wig is in place. Alice only did minimal make up, just focusing on my eyes, and Rose kept the hair of the wig down. Still, transforming into someone else isn't something that should be rushed. Damn it I had felt rushed since I got in the cab, leaving Edward behind.
"Rose, if they don't show up in five minutes, I'm leaving. We're supposed to be on in an hour and I have no fucking clue what they expect me to sing!" I spit at her. I know it's not her fault they're late, but it sure as hell is her fault that I'm here.
I could be with Edward right now.
"They'll be here. Emmett just texted and he says they're around the corner," she wistfully replies.
"Who the fuck is Emmett?" I ask, a little more forcefully than necessary. I don't mean to be rude to my best friend, but I'm antsy and have little tolerance for lateness.
Rose rolls her eyes, unfazed by my small outburst. "Chill out. He's the guy from the phone store. You know? The one who's also the guitar player for this band?"
Oh, yeah. I do know, but I don't answer. Instead, I stand up and walk to the bar. I need a drink.
I walk quickly, keeping my head down. The three of us have been hounded by overly eager horny guys since we came into this place, and I don't want to be bothered. I might be Victoria on the outside, but inside I'm still Bella, and Bella wants Edward.
What I wouldn't give to be with him now. Naked.
My thoughts are roughly interrupted as I bump shoulders with a man on my trek to obtain booze. "Excuse me," I mumble, trying to hurry past, my head still down.
"Victoria?" the man asks, lightly grasping my elbow to keep me in my place.
My breath leaves my body as I hear my other name being spoken. I know that voice; I know who it belongs to, but I have to look to be sure. I've been thinking of him so much that it wouldn't surprise me if my subconscious is playing tricks on me by making me hear his voice when he's not really there.
I observe the delectable specimen before me as I look up to answer him. Black Doc Marten boots are laced under a pair of faded, relaxed jeans. He is wearing a black dress shirt that is tucked into his waist band, the sleeves rolled halfway up muscular arms. My eyes widen as I take in his easy grin and bright eyes, and I have to force myself not to lick my lips at the sight of my Edward.
You really need to stop running into him. Literally.
My arms move slightly, as if to hug, but I quickly stop my movements, remembering I'm not me tonight. I'm Victoria right now. Victoria doesn't really know Edward.
"Um, hi? Do I know you?" I try to respond in Victoria's accent, though it comes out more of a stutter. My heart is pounding and I can feel the sweat beginning to form on my brow. I'm nervous as all hell that he'll figure out who I really am.
Chill the fuck out! He doesn't know it's you!
Luckily, he mistakes my wide eyes and stuttering for confusion, and laughs lightly.
"Sorry, I suppose things were crazy the first time we met. I'm Edward Cullen of Vamp Records," he says easily, extending his hand towards me. "I was a judge at the karaoke contest you won."
"Oh! Yeah, hi. It's nice to officially meet you, I'm Victoria," I reply quietly, frowning. I shake his hand quickly before dropping it nervously.
I'm dying on the inside. I like this guy, a lot, and it hurts to be here with him and not be able to kiss and touch on him as I please.
I wonder if he could be seduced by Victoria. Then I could have him anytime I want.
I silently scold myself for that thought. Edward's too much of a gentleman to cheat on me, with myself. Isn't he? Suddenly, I'm not sure. He does have the reputation as a womanizing scum bag, though he's never been anything less than gentlemanly to me. Well, with the exception of his first day at the office.
It's not like you two have a commitment. You fucked a couple of times. He's not your boyfriend. Not yet anyways.
I tell my brain to shut up. Thankfully it listens; I can't deal with the outer charade of Victoria and talking to myself on the inside at the same time. I'll have to check myself into the psych ward of Seattle General if I keep that shit up.
"Yes, I know. Bella has told me a lot about you," he says.
I know that's a lie, I haven't told him shit about Victoria except that I kind of know her. I let it go; he's only trying to charm Victoria so she'll sign a deal with him. The Cullen Charm, as he calls it, is part of what makes him so successful at signing all the talent he's found over the years.
"I'm sure she has," I say. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get some drinks and head back to my friends."
I try to walk away, but he grabs onto my elbow again. "Please, allow me to get the next round for you and your friends," he says as he leads us to the bar.
There's nothing I can do but nod in agreement and order our drinks. I glance over my shoulder and realize that Rose and Alice have been joined by three other guys. They must be the band. I add three bottles of beer to the order for them. I may be annoyed at them for being late, but I'm not rude.
While the bartender gets the drinks ready, Edward tells me a little about Vamp Records and what he hopes to accomplish by signing Victoria. I listen to the sound of his voice, but tune out the words he's speaking; I've heard it all before, even if he doesn't know that. Besides, I'm not interested in signing a deal, but I'll tell him that later. It's hard enough to keep Victoria's secret as it is. I don't even want to think about trying to keep it with a record deal and touring and shit like that. It wouldn't work.
And you'd have to leave Edward.
I push that thought away. I'm not going anywhere if I can help it.
"Well, Edward, thanks for the drinks. I need to get back to the band. Enjoy the show," I tell him as I walk back to the stage with a waitress behind me who's graciously offered to carry all the drinks on her tray.
It takes all my will power not to look behind me. I'm sure he's wearing a very stunned face. Edward isn't used to people brushing him off like that, especially not when he's talking recording deals; or to a woman for that matter. I smile a little at the idea that Victoria is probably the first singer and woman who's ever just brushed him off.
Victoria: 1 Cullen Charm: 0.
I quicken my pace and get back to the table. Introductions are done as soon the waitress leaves us. Emmett McCarty is the guitar player/phone salesman. He's a big guy with rippling muscles and short dark hair. At first glance he reminds me of a professional football player or maybe one of those fake wrestlers on TV. But his kind blue eyes and dimples make him look more like a big softy. He and Rose are making goo-goo eyes at each other. It's so sickeningly sweet that I fight the urge to make fake vomiting noises at them.
I also meet Peter James, aka PJ, who plays drums. PJ is pretty easy going and has a friendly vibe about him. He has a boyish face with dark shaggy hair and dark eyes. He's not as built as Emmett, but he's no slouch either. His left arm is slung around Jasper's waist. I give him a smile as I notice it; he nods back and grins. In the back of my mind, I already know we'll be good friends.
Jasper Whitlock is the bass guitarist. He's tall and almost as muscular as Emmett. He has shoulder length, curly blond hair and is almost as pale as I am. His sapphire blue eyes remind me of the ocean on a clear day. He has an easy smile and speaks with a slight Southern accent. I can't explain it, but he seems to emit a sense of calm. I notice that he can't seem to keep his eyes from darting over towards Alice every few minutes, despite having PJ's arm wrapped around him.
All three are dressed in ripped jeans, with various t-shirts on. They epitomize Seattle grunge, and I worry what kind of music they expect me to sing. I'm all about some Nirvana and whatnot, but I don't know if my voice can handle the raspy, hard tones that are prevalent in most of the grunge type bands for long.
Emmett hands me a small packet of papers as he moves around the stage to set up all the various equipment. "This is a complete list of what we can play," he explains. "As you can see, it's a fairly eclectic mix."
The list is several pages long and worries me slightly because there are so many songs listed. My fears are put to ease as I read through them. I know almost all of these songs, so it shouldn't be a problem keeping up. Emmett and I spend a few minutes going over the list. We mark the ones I don't know and I take it upon myself to star the ones I prefer to sing.
"We normally start from the list for the first set and then take requests during the other sets," he tells me as he gets busy setting up microphones. He hands me the mic in his hand and continues, "We'll just stick to the list for the night. We don't have a firm list; we just play what we feel."
"Sounds good, shouldn't be an issue," I truthfully tell him, putting the microphone on its stand. I don't really know what else I should do, so I move to the side to keep out of the way.
It's not long before everything is all set up. Jasper and PJ conduct a quick sound check and making sure everything is in tune.
When there's five minutes to show time, I excuse myself to use the ladies room. I look to find Alice and Rose to join me. Rose is sitting on the side of the stage with Emmett looking quite cozy, so I don't bother her. I find Alice sitting alone at our table, so I grab her arm and drag her with me.
Once we're in the small pink restroom, I explode with excitement.
"Alice! I ran into Edward!" I burst out. I can't help it; I need to get it out.
"I know, it doesn't surprise me. He's been calling Victoria's phone all damn day. Did he suspect anything?" she asks.
I shake my head and tell her all about the encounter at the bar. She assures me there's no way he could know anything and then starts taking about how cute Jasper is.
"You know he's gay right?" I tell her. I have no idea how she could miss PJ's arm around him, but it was a very clear sign that Jasper is off limits.
"No, he's not," she says matter-of-factly. "He's bisexual."
I just laugh at her; only Alice wouldn't let a little thing like a cute man having a boyfriend get in her way. I say a silent prayer that she doesn't do anything extra crazy as I touch up my make-up and smooth the wig a bit.
After washing my hands, I'm ready to go. We walk out and rejoin the rest of the group.
"Are you ready?" PJ asks, coming up behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders, squeezing lightly.
I glance back and smile. I'm normally not comfortable with people I don't know touching me, but I'm not put off by PJ's encouraging touch.
"Let's do this."
As I climb the few stairs to the stage, I notice just how crowded this place is. It's only Monday night but you would think it was Saturday judging from the number of people I see. It is wall to wall bodies inside the bar. I feel a slight pressure in my chest as the stage fright tries to creep in. I ignore it; I know I can do this.
"Welcome to The Switch!" Emmett announces in his microphone as the stage lights magically come on.
The crowd goes wild as PJ hits his drumsticks together, counting the beats of the first song.
"One! Two! Three! Four!"
I worry for a split second that I have no clue what song is about to be played, but my fears are easily put to rest as I hear the opening notes of "Dirty Little Secret" by the All-American Rejects.
How appropriate, I think briefly. I suck in a big breath. I can't think about the lying and secrets now. I have a job to do. The opening lyrics come easily:
Let me know that I've done wrong,
When I've known this all along,
I go around a time or two,
Just to waste my time with you.
Tell me all that you've thrown away,
Find out games you don't wanna play,
You are the only one that needs to know.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret,
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret,
Who has to know?
As I continue the song, I can't help myself from searching the crowd for Edward as I sing. Perhaps it's guilt that forces me to seek him out; I'm not sure, but that doesn't matter. It doesn't take long to find him. As soon as I have the thought to search for him, my eyes know exactly where to look, as if they are being drawn to his by some invisible force.
I look him dead in the eye as I sing the chorus and next verse. I suddenly feel as if I have to tell him my own dirty little secret because I really don't want him to regret all of this later on. I really want to keep him. I know though, he won't want me if I continue to lie to him and he finds out after it's too late.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret,
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret.
Who has to know?
The way she feels inside, (Inside!)
Those thoughts I can't deny, (Can't deny!)
These sleeping thoughts won't lie, (Won't lie!)
And all I've tried to hide
It's eating me apart
Trace this life back!
I glance over at Emmett as he plays the musical filler. He nods and smiles his approval of my performance so far. My gaze travels through the crowd and I try not to make eye contact with anyone. As the final chorus begins, I see Alice.
"Are you okay?" she mouths at me. She always has the uncanny ability to know when something is bugging me, even if I'm doing my best not to let it show.
I simply nod at her as I sing the last line. I decide right then and there that for tonight, or at least while I'm on stage tonight, that I need to just let go of everything in my head. Worrying about the truth won't do me any good. It's not like I can do anything about it right now anyways.
Once the song ends I hear Emmett's booming voice again.
"We are Breaking Dawn! My name is Emmett; we have Jasper on bass, PJ on drums and special guest Victoria on vocals tonight!"
The bar is going crazy now and I can't help but smile and wave as I hear my name. The excitement in the air is palpable and I absorb every bit of it as I can.
The rest of the first set goes by without a hitch. By the time we're heading off stage for our first break, I find myself beaming and positively basking in the spotlight. So far I've actually enjoyed every second I've been on stage.
I smile as I get a few "good jobs" and "that was amazing" from PJ and Jasper and a slap on the back from Emmett. I see Alice and Rose at the bar and smile wider as I start to make my way to them.
The smile vanishes quickly though. I don't make it more than five feet away from the stage before I get mobbed. Men and women alike all push and pull each other as they try to get to me; hands are reaching out and touching me everywhere. I slap hands away and try to push through as best as I can, but they won't stop and I can't move an inch.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
As I open my mouth to succumb to the panic and scream my head off, I feel an arm snake roughly around my waist. I try to scream, but clamp my mouth shut when I hear a familiar voice, "Get out the fucking way! Keep your damn hands to yourselves! BACK THE FUCK OFF!"
Edward.
It takes a few minutes of him roughly pushing people away while practically carrying me, but he manages to get me through the mass of people and into a private room somewhere in the back area. It's only when we're out of the noise and confusion that I release the breath I have been holding.
"Thanks, Edward. I have no idea what could have happened if you didn't get me out of there," I tell him gratefully. I slump into a chair and notice for the first time that Rose and Alice are here as well.
"No problem. Stay here for a minute. I'll be right back." He doesn't wait for my answer as he turns to Rose. "Lock the door and don't let anyone but myself or the band in."
She nods at him, locking the door behind him as he leaves.
"Holy shit, Bella! That was insane!" Alice cries out, hugging me tighter than her little body should be able to. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah. I think so," I say, I prop my elbows on my knees and rest my head in my hands, taking deep breaths to help slow my pounding heart.
Before I have time to fully calm down, there's loud banging on the door. "Victoria? You in there?" Emmett's voice comes from the other side of the door. Rose quickly opens it to let him and the rest of the band file in.
"Sorry about all of that, we have a fairly large following here," PJ explains, kneeling at my side. He hands me a bottle of water that I gulp down quickly.
"Yeah," Emmett adds in. "We're pretty popular, but nothing like that has ever happened before. We were totally unprepared. If we had known they'd love you so much…"
I sit up and wave away Emmett's line of thinking. "No, don't worry about it. It's not your fault," I tell him.
"Well, we brought liquid courage with us," Jasper pipes up. I look over to find him still standing in the door, holding a tray loaded with drinks.
We all sit around, drinking and talking for a few minutes. The drinks help me relax, but I'm still a little scared to go back to that crowd. I don't want to be mobbed again. I am about to voice my fears to the group when there's another knock on the door.
"Victoria? It's Edward, let me in."
I nod at Jasper; he's the closest to the door. "It's alright, I know him. He's the one who pulled me out," I explain.
Jasper quickly opens the door and lets Edward in without saying a word.
"Wow, looks like everyone is here," Edward says. "I just talked to the owner; you guys will now have security around the stage, as well as anytime you leave the stage. You'll be able to come back here between sets also, if you want."
We all chat for a few more moments about the new arrangement. Everyone is grateful, but I can tell the guys are a little annoyed as well. They all seem to be the macho type that doesn't take help easily. Thankfully they're not fighting Edward on this.
A little while later, it's time to head back to the stage for the second set. Edward opens the door and speaks quickly to the guards that are already waiting for us before turning back to the room.
"It's time to go," he says. He looks at me tenderly for a moment, there's a glint of something more in his eye, though I can't place it, as it's quickly replaced by determination.
"Can you all excuse me and Victoria for a moment?" he quietly asks, as I stand from my seat. He doesn't bother to take his eyes from mine. "I'll make sure she gets to the stage safely."
Silently, everyone else files out of the room, leaving Edward and I all alone.
EPOV
I'm not sure what's come over me, but I have this innate urge to make sure Victoria is protected at all costs. Yeah, I want to get her signed and all, but this urge is something more. Something I can't even describe.
I reacted without a thought when I saw the mob swarming her as she exited the stage. One minute I sat at the bar and watched her disappear in the mass, the next I was at her side pulling her into the back of the club.
She seemed scared at first, when I grabbed her by the waist. She quickly relaxed when she saw it was me though. That makes me happy.
As soon as I stashed her away safe in the back room, I arranged security for her and the rest of the band as well. I would never tell Victoria, but I didn't talk to the owner of the club about their security. I couldn't risk leaving her in the hands of amateurs. I called a private firm that the company uses when we expect big crowds. A large team was sent over right away.
What the fuck is wrong with you? You're treating her like a prized toy and she's not even signed with you yet!
I still have no clue what's going on. All I know is that I felt as though I needed a few minutes completely alone with her. It doesn't take long and finally I have Victoria all to myself.
Now that you have her, what are you going to do?
I realize I have no idea what I want to do or say. I just stand there. I can't move. All I seem able to do is stare at her.
"Uh, Edward? Are you alright?" the sultry accented redhead asks. I remember how I fantasized about her lips on my cock just over a week ago. The appeal is still there and I can't help but to zero my gaze in on her full lips. She has the bottom one pulled in between her teeth and suddenly she reminds me so much of Bella.
Bella. I wish she was here.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just lost in thought." I run a hand through my hair, trying to chill out.
"I just wanted to let you know that you'll be safe. You don't have to worry about fans mobbing you anymore tonight," I tell her once I'm able.
She sighs and turns away from me and seems to look at the painting on the wall. "Thanks," she says quietly as I see her shoulders begin to shake softly.
She's crying.
"Victoria," I whisper. I move behind her and can't help myself; I put my arms around her shoulders and pull her back against me to comfort her. "I know it's overwhelming. You're doing great though."
Without a word she turns in my arms, wrapping hers around my waist and resting her head on my chest. I tighten my hold on her as her quiet sobs shake her tiny body.
There's something about this woman, I know I shouldn't be holding her like this, but it feels so familiar and right. Before I can stop my actions I find my lips placing soft kisses on top of her head as I murmur soft words of comfort.
"Edward," she sighs, her hands on my chest, clinging to my shirt.
Her head tilts up and her watery gaze meets mine. She gives me a small smile; I wipe a tear off her cheek. She stands on her toes and grazes my lips with hers. My mouth responds on its own, gently kissing her back.
STOP STOP STOP! What are you doing? What about Bella?
"Isabella!" I cry, coming to my senses. I gently push Victoria away. "I'm so sorry, I can't do this. I have a girlfriend."
Victoria gasps. "You have a girlfriend?" she asks me, incredulously. Her eyebrow lifts and she crosses her arms. I can tell she doesn't believe me. Her mood has instantly changed.
Shit! I just called Bella my girlfriend! Is that what she is?
"Uh, yeah. You know Bella, she and I are seeing each other," I casually tell her. I'll have to have a chat with Bella about all of this later, but for now I just need to cover my tracks. I don't want Victoria thinking we'll be rolling in the hay, and I certainly don't want her to think it's necessary for her to do so in order to secure her future stardom.
"Yes, I know Bella. I also know that Bella has not said anything about you two being boyfriend/girlfriend. Just that you've gone out a few times and have had some really hot sex," she tells me.
Bella said the sex was hot? Yessssss.
I give myself a fist bump inside my head.
"Well, sure. We haven't labeled it officially, but I know she's what I want. And I'm not going to jeopardize that by kissing someone else, especially not a friend of hers," I say firmly.
I still have the odd urge pulling me towards Victoria, but I ignore it. Whatever attraction I have for Victoria is overshadowed by the pain I feel in my heart at just the idea of messing things up with Bella. I know we've only known each other a short time, but I can't risk my Bella for Victoria. It's just not worth it. I don't know what I'll do about all of this, but I figure it'll work itself out somehow.
My entire body stiffens as Victoria straightens up and walks to me. She places one hand on my cheek, and chastely kisses the other. "Thank you, Edward," she whispers in my ear. "I'm ready. Let's go."
I have absolutely no idea what just happened, and I don't have time to question it as I open the door. I motion to the three guards left; they've been assigned strictly to Victoria. Without a glance back, we all walk out to the stage.
The next set seems to drag on. I can't help but to think about what happened in the office. I pull out my phone and repeatedly try calling and texting Bella, but I don't get an answer. I really hope she'll still be coming by.
The second set ends and I stay in my spot at the bar. I trust the security guys to do their jobs, and I don't want to get too close to Victoria anymore tonight. After a few minutes of boredom, I check my phone. It's flashing me the 'new message' icon.
It's a text message from Bella.
E- I'm here. I see you, but you can't see me. Bet you can't find me. xoxo ~B
I stare at my phone. What the hell does that mean? She's here? Where the hell is she and why isn't she next to me yet?
B- If you're here then you better get that fine ass of yours next to me. –E
It doesn't take long for her to respond.
E- Is that all I am to you? A fine ass? ;-) xoxo ~B
I know she's joking, but still, I can't help but wonder if she's being serious on some level. Girls always seem to do shit like that, joke about things that actually bother them.
B- You know that's not true. –E
E- Do I? Prove it then. If you can do that, then I'll come find you. xoxo ~B
What in the hell? Prove it? How in the hell am I supposed to prove that I think of Bella as more than just another piece of ass? More importantly, how can I prove it when she's not actually here, with me? This is going to be a challenge.
I scan the crowd from my bar stool, if she's here then surely I can find her. But I don't. There are just too many damn people here. I can barely see the stage anymore it's so packed. I send her one last message asking how I'm supposed to prove something like that, but I don't get a response.
What am I going to do?
I'm so lost in thought, trying to come up with something, that I don't notice the drummer of the band standing next to me until he spoke. "Hey man, just wanted to say thanks for arranging the extra security. Most everyone is leaving me and the guys alone, but they're still trying to get close to Victoria."
"Oh, hey, PJ. No problem. Just trying to help," I reply honestly.
We make small talk as he waits for a round of drinks. I'm guessing he's taking them to the back for the rest of the band. It's then that my idea hits me. I quickly explain my situation with Bella and tell him my plan. He tells me not to worry about it and heads to the back again.
Hopefully this will work. I just have to wait a little bit longer, and the plan will set itself in action.
I get anxious as the band retakes the stage for its final set of the night. I send a quick message to Bella, telling her to be sure to pay attention to the music. I don't get a response. I wasn't expecting to.
After a few songs are played PJ speaks into his microphone, "We've had a special request made from a good friend of ours. Isabella, this song has been dedicated to you, by Edward."
I smile. She'll be next to me in no time.
I hear the opening beats, and Victoria sings the words flawlessly. I do feel a little uneasy with her singing this song though. The woman did kiss me and now here she is singing a song dedicated by me to the woman I called my girlfriend. I brush that away though, and enjoy the music.
What I like about you, You hold me tight.
Tell me I'm the only one wanna come over tonight?
Keep on whispering in my ear, tell me all the things that I wanna hear
Cause it's true, that's what I like about you
What I like about you,
You really know how to dance.
When you go up down jump around
Think about true romance
Keep on whispering in my ear, tell me all the things that I wanna hear
Cause its true that's what I like about you
That's what I like about you (x3)
What I like about you,
You keep me warm at night.
Never wanna let you go
You know you make me feel alright.
Keep on whispering in my ear tell me all the things that I wanna hear
Cause its true, that's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you (repeat until end)
I have a huge cheesy grin on my face as the song ends. I can't help it. I'm pretty damn proud of the way I decided to 'prove it' to Bella. I have a feeling she'll be happy, and that she'll be by my side any minute now.
Of course, I'm wrong. A few minutes later and she still hasn't shown herself. Checking my phone I realize she hasn't messaged me yet either. I can feel my anger and hurt begin to bubble to the surface.
Well this is bullshit. I didn't dedicate a song to her just to be ignored.
I take a few deep breaths; I've done so well keeping my temper under wraps lately. I don't want to screw that up now. I'm sure she has a good reason why she's not next to me yet, and she'll let me know when she gets here. I remember our issues this morning and I know she wouldn't leave me without an explanation again.
I'm punching in a message to Bella when I hear my name float through the speakers. I look up to the stage where Victoria is saying that Bella has dedicated a song to me. She also says this is their final song for the night and thanks the audience for coming to see the band.
I'm surprised. I wonder if Bella is by the stage, but I can't tell from where I'm at. There are too many people crowding the area. I lean back against the bar and smile, wondering what she's dedicated to me.
I immediately recognize the tune of course, and smile even wider as Victoria begins.
(x4) La la la la la la la la
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your lovin' is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy it's more than I dare to think about
(x2) La la la la la la la la
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your lovin' is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy it's more than I dare to think about
Every night, every day
Just to be there in your arms
Won't you stay
Won't you then stay forever
And ever and ever and ever
I am completely mesmerized by Victoria's voice as she sings the song. Her eyes are glued to mine, but I don't feel awkward. Instead, I'm calm, cool and collected. Even though my brain recognizes that Victoria is singing, if I close my eyes I can actually feel Bella singing the words to me. It's quite the turn on, as evidenced by the rather large hard-on that's hidden in my jeans. It gets harder at the thought of these words coming from Bella's lips.
There's a dark secret in me
Don't leave me locked in your heart
Set me free
Feel the need in me
Set me free
Stay forever
And ever and ever and ever
(x4) La la la la la la la la
(x4) I just can't get you out of my head
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
The band exits the stage as soon as the song is over, disappearing to the back area. Just a few moments later my phone vibrates in my pocket. It's Bella.
E- Give me ten minutes. I'm going to say goodbye to Victoria, and then I'm yours. All. Night. Long. xoxo ~B
I'm tempted to head to the back to find her, but I order a two more drinks and settle into a barstool to wait instead. I watch the crowd thin out and do my best to not check my watch every two seconds. Exactly ten minutes later the voice of my dreams whispers in my ear from behind.
"I'm not sure that song was good enough. I think you need to prove it again." Her breath washes over the side of my face, turning me on even more than I already am.
I turn and see her. Pure lust radiates in her beautiful brown eyes. I forget about everything else in that moment. All that matters is her and I. We're here, we're together.
She is mine.
I stand slowly and take her hands. I pull her as close to me as possible, searing her lips in a short yet passionately, promising kiss.
"I'll prove it to you, over and over and over again," I whisper against her lips. "I hope your boss won't mind you being late in the morning."
I smile at my joke and kiss her sweetly before leading her out of the bar and into the cool night air.
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I want to let you all know that I DO have the next chaps written, HOWEVER, I do live on the coast in NC and in case you've missed it, we are about to be hit head on with a major hurricane. I am not worried about myself or my family or home. My only concern is whether the power will be on when it's over. Please understand if I can't get a chap up next week because of any outages that may occur!
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Songs Used:
"Dirty Little Secret" by The All-American Rejects
"What I Like About You" by The Romantics
"Can't Get You Outta My Mind" by Kylie Minogue