April, Dani - Superstar (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

Zach was an up-and-coming pop star. He toured the world with his group and had already launched three songs to the top of the charts. He was delightfully handsome with long hair and a boyish face even though he was a couple years older than she was. Everyone in the gossip columns said they made the perfect couple.

As she approached his door, she felt like a thief in the night and felt deliriously happy for the first time since she had gotten back from her tour. The red “Do Not Disturb” light was on outside his door. She smiled. Maybe he was expecting her arrival after all. He could be so romantic and was always surprising her with little gestures of his love.

She thought about knocking. Then she looked down at the faces of Peaches and Cream. The little animals seemed to be telling her to just go on ahead and go for the goal.

She had swiped Zach’s card key last night from the front desk receptionist, who was also a fan. She got it out of her purse and slid it through the scan slot of the door. There was a click and the door came open.

She put her finger to her mouth, motioning the dogs to be quiet. Casually, she pushed back the door and entered the room. There was a long hall leading to the bedroom, and she tiptoed down the carpet.

There were grunts and moans coming from the bed. “Yes, Zach… oh God yes…” This was the voice of a girl.

Chrissie peeked around the corner. Two naked bodies were on top of the covers. One of them was Zach’s.

He was spread out alongside a raven-haired beauty and doing her from the back. Chrissie immediately recognized her as a dancer the company had used in her last video. Zach had his strong arms around her and was cupping her breasts in his palms.

Just then Peaches let out a shrill bark and Cream gave a little yip at her side. This stilled the writhing bodies on the bed. Chrissie caught Zach’s eye.

“Oh my God,” he said, and Chrissie could only stare at him. There was a liquid pop as his dick came out of the girl’s pussy. He struggled to sit up on the bed.

“Chrissie, baby!” Zach’s voice was pleading. “I know this looks bad for me, but honestly, I can explain.”

Chrissie was too stunned to move or speak.

“Hi, Chrissie,” the raven-haired beauty on the bed called, not bothering to cover her nakedness.

Zack climbed off the bed. He was still hard. Chrissie noticed that he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“Baby, it’s not what it looks like.” Zach had utter desperation in his tone. “Don’t go getting all crazy on me like you get sometimes.”

Peaches and Cream both started to give shrill yaps. Chrissie felt dizzy and sick to her stomach. She thought the baked salmon she’d had for lunch was about to come up all over the carpeting.

“Why don’t you stay and join us, Chrissie?” the raven-haired beauty asked her.

Zach was looking around the room for his pants. As he dodged left and right, his cock was bobbing in the air. Chrissie was staring at it but realized it made her feel sick to watch.

“I think that if you stay, Chrissie…” Zach fell to his knees to retrieve his pants from under the bed. “We can all talk and work things out. You’ll see.”

Chrissie was already starting to back away. She was tugging on the leashes for Peaches and Cream to follow her. She knew that she was sweating now and that it was going to ruin her appearance for the dinner tonight.

Zach pulled up his pants, fisting his swollen cock down one of the legs. The desperation he had shown a second earlier was starting to change to that smugness that gave him such a punk rock quality in his band. He wiped some of his long hair from his eyes and gave Chrissie his best pretty-boy smile.

Chrissie couldn’t take it anymore. She yanked hard on the leashes and turned and ran back down the hall, the little legs of Peaches and Cream having to pump to keep up. She reached the still-open door of Zach’s room and ran through it, throwing down the card key she had used to enter onto the rich carpeting at her feet.

She ran down the long north-side hall. Both of the dogs yelped behind her because she was pulling too hard on their leashes. She wasn’t going to wait for the elevator and instead headed down the winding, marble staircase, taking them two at a time.

Her life had just changed dramatically. The most gorgeous man on the planet, at least that was her opinion of Zach, had now become sullied for her, and she didn’t want to ever see or even think about him again. Zach had been the most important thing in her life, and now in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

* * * *

Outside, day had quickly turned into night. A snowstorm had started, and a wind was attacking the front of the massive hotel. Chrissie stepped out through the doors in the front lobby, the automated doors sliding back as she approached them.

She had been to her room just long enough to get her fur coat. Peaches and Cream were still obediently walking on the leashes at her side. She knew she had to get outside into the fresh air, even though a Colorado blizzard had just started and the air was blasting in her face with the impact of a subzero temperature.

Fortunately, she had avoided Melinda when she went to her room and hadn’t seen her daddy or any of her PR people. Tears were streaking her face, and though she desperately tried to paw them away, they wouldn’t stop falling. For too long now she had only had one good thing in her life, and now fate had taken even that away from her.

Not too many people were out and about the hotel at that moment. Most of the movers and shakers were up in their rooms getting ready for the big dinner that night, and the approaching blizzard had driven everyone but the valets from the outdoor concourse. Chrissie felt the tears freezing to her face even under the protection of the awning of the parking area.

One of the uniformed valets saw her and the dogs standing by themselves just outside the lobby doors and ran over to see if he could assist. “Good evening, miss, need me to get your car for you?”

Chrissie only looked at him and choked back a few more tears. She didn’t have a car with her out here. A limo company had brought her and her entourage in from the airport, and they were supposed to be going back to California tomorrow, so there had been no need to acquire cars just for a single evening.

She was trapped here. This expensive hotel was a nightmare, and she could see no way out of it. “I’m sorry,” Chrissie told the valet. “I don’t have a car.”

He looked at her for a few seconds like she must be crazy to be standing out in the freezing and howling wind of the night. It was obvious that she had been crying, and she was certain she looked worse than she ever had before in her life, but at that moment she didn’t care.

“I really just came out here to get some air.” She tried smiling, but her smile wasn’t even working.

“Yes, ma’am.” He tipped his cap to her and headed back over to his station where his fellow valets were all watching him from.

“Chrissie Murphy?” A young woman stepped up to her carrying a small digital camera and wearing a press badge around her neck. “I’m Katherine Meyers from HN Press in Hollywood.”

Chrissie only stared at her. She had no smile left for the press or anyone else. More tears were streaking her face, but she just let them fall, her fingers too numb in the cold to try and battle them.

“I was hoping I could get a few pictures?” the young woman asked her. If she noticed the tears and all of the emotion, she was doing a good job of pretending not to see, and then again even with the overhead lights it was pretty dark out here, so maybe she just couldn’t see.

“Do you want to go back inside? It’s really freezing out here.” The young woman rubbed her arms to keep warm. She was only wearing a lightweight jacket and not the fur that Chrissie had on.

“No! I’m not going back in there,” Chrissie told her, her voice too abrupt.

“Listen, I’d do just about anything to get your permission for a few pictures and maybe a brief interview.” The press people always knew how to bull their way ahead.

Chrissie ignored her for a few seconds and let her tired mind think. She wasn’t going to deny herself anymore, and she had to get away from this terrible place first. If she went back inside, back to her suite, to the dinner that night, her daddy would just control her like he always did, taking her freedom from her and discounting her feelings.

“I hear a rumor going around that you’re about to sign a deal for a major blockbuster that starts shooting next month. Is there any truth to that, or is that just another rumor?”

Chrissie looked out past the end of the huge awning draped over the circle drive. The snow was starting to blow up under it now and coat the red carpeting leading out to the parking area. She had no way of getting away from this place unless…

“Do you have a car?” she asked the girl from the press.

“I’m sorry? What?” This was not an expected response and took the press girl back.

“Do you have a car here at the hotel?” Chrissie repeated, her words now hurried and somewhat muted by the cold wind blasting under the awning at them.

“I have a rental. Why?”

“Will you give it to me?”

“I’m sorry, why would you want my car, Miss Murphy?” Now the press girl literally took a couple steps back away from her. She thought she was crazy just as the valet had a moment earlier.

“You just told me you would do anything for an interview.” Chrissie threw the girl’s words back at her and knew she was probably being rude to her, something her daddy had taught her to never be. “So I’m telling you what you can do for me. Will you do it or not?”

The press girl stumbled over her words. “Look, if you want me to drive you somewhere, I’d be happy to…”

“I don’t want you or anyone else driving me anywhere ever again in my life.” Chrissie was definitely being rude now, but she couldn’t help it. At that moment she hated everyone in the world, and she thought that probably even included her daddy. “Now will you give me your car, or won’t you?”

The press girl looked over her shoulder as if this was some kind of setup for her, but no one else was around. They had all fled indoors from the storm. She didn’t answer and turned away. Chrissie wanted to say a bad word but just thought the bad word in her mind. Now that the press girl had left her she didn’t have any other options.

She looked down at Peaches and Cream. They looked up at her with pathetic little faces, both dogs trembling against the cold gust of wind. Chrissie didn’t even feel like comforting them.

All she was left to do now is go back up to her suite, lock the door against Melinda and her daddy, and take about a hundred of those fancy sleeping pills the doctor had given her on tour last month in Europe. They would put her to sleep for a hundred years and there would be no way Daddy or anyone else could wake her up no matter how hard they tried, and she would be relieved of the pain of having to think about Zach and all her lost dreams.

When she turned the press girl had returned and was standing at her side. She held out her hand and in her palm was a numbered valet receipt. She gave it to Chrissie.

“It’s a blue Ford,” she told Chrissie. “I mean, what the fuck, it’s only a rental. But promise me I get to sit down for one hour and do an exclusive with you, photos and the works?”

Chrissie’s mind was still off in some other world and wasn’t too sure what this meant. She only nodded her head and gave the press girl the faintest of smiles, definitely not a Chrissie Murphy smile. The number on the valet tag said “13,” not very lucky, but Chrissie would take any chance to get away from that hotel.

Chrissie motioned for the valet again. He went running back across the lot to her, looking cold and underdressed in his uniform. Once again he tipped his cap to her.

“I’m sorry,” Chrissie told him. “I do have a car here after all. It’s a blue Ford. It’s only a rental. Would you please get it for me?”

He took the receipt from her and went running off to the lot where he disappeared for a few minutes in the white whirlwind of the blizzard. The next thing Chrissie knew, a blue Ford was driving up in front of her and the valet was jumping out from behind the wheel to hold the door open.