Claimed by the Alpha Celebrity (Rockstar Romance, Alpha Male Erotic Romance, Billionaire Romance) (The Star Struck Trilogy) (17 page)

“May I propose a toast?” Trevor held his glass up.

“Absolutely.”

“I would just like to say I am honored to be in the company of the sweetest, cutest, most awesome girl in Southern California tonight.
Giavanna, I hope that you are having the vacation of a lifetime. Cheers to living like a rock star!” Trevor brought his glass to mine before taking a long sip and emptying half the champagne flute. I don’t know why, but I cringed a little bit when he referred to me as ‘sweet’ and ‘cute.’ I don’t think Trevor knew what he was getting into when he asked me out. I wanted to do very naughty things to him, but we had spent most of our time together out on the town. I was hoping tonight was the night we would get to know each other on a more intimate level.

“Cheers to living like a rock star!” I took my first sip of Cristal ever. Liquid heaven was an understatement. “This champagne is excellent. I always thought Cristal was just a rapper thing but I see it’s not a
rapper thing, it’s a delicious thing.” I giggled as the champagne started to go to my head. This was my third glass of the night and I was a lightweight.

“Cristal is not a rapper thing, it’s a rich people thing.” Trevor laughed before finishing his champa
gne in one gulp. “I’m glad that you’ve taken so well to luxury Giavanna. I encourage you to get used to it.” Trevor poured himself another glass.

“Well it’s pretty easy to get used to. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“For the first time ever I’m actually going to have to disagree with you.” Trevor took a long sip of champagne. “As strange as it sounds, I’m not fully comfortable with luxury yet. I’ve only been a billionaire for a couple of years and I’m still getting used to it. Of course I really enjoy the fact that I’m able to show a nice lady like you a good time, but part of me feels guilty for having so much. Sure, I have multiple successful businesses, but I still don’t see myself as a businessman. I see myself as more of an artist. I love being out on the town doing extravagant things, but I’m happiest and most comfortable when I’m in the studio mastering another artist’s track, or creating my own.”

“So if you could go back in time and be a starving artist again, would you?” I leaned in inquisitively.

“Pfffft, of course not.” Trevor scrunched up his face at the silliness of my question. “Once I started making real money I finally got my parents’ approval. You know, my dad is one of the top surgeons in the country, and my mother is a pretty powerful lawyer, so I had big shoes to fill. All my life they pushed me to be perfect. They put me in glee club when I wanted to play in rock bands. They shamed me for being attracted to girls who weren’t perfect ladies. And when I only made six figures they said I could and should do better. Once I made my first hundred million, not only did my parents approve of me, but it seemed everyone started worshipping me. Growing up I was always the outcast that wore black nail polish and listened to loud music. People picked on me and called me names. Even when I got my first record deal I was still excluded from most circles.”

Trevor spoke passionately. I thought I saw him tear up but I couldn’t be certain in the dimly lit Maybach. “But once my businesses took off, I was able to be
whoever I wanted to be. If I want to be that debonair billionaire I can be, but if I want to take off this suit, put on some jeans, order a draft beer and be a gritty hard rocker, I can do that too. I appreciate my lifestyle and I wouldn’t change it. All I’m saying is I love how you’re so enthusiastic and enchanted by everything. Enjoy Giavanna, enjoy!” Trevor poured more champagne into my glass and kissed me on the cheek.

“Oh you don’t have to tell me twice. I’m definitely enjoying it.” I sipped my champag
ne. “I can’t thank you enough Trevor. You’ve shown me a really good time.” I struggled not to slur my words as I slid my hand up Trevor’s thigh and leaned in close. He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Good, because you deserve it.” Trevor grabbed my hand
and kissed the back of it.

The car pulled up to the night club where we were meeting Jade, Michael and some of Trevor’s other friends. Trevor helped me out of the car and escorted me inside. It was loud and crowded. A bouncer came up to us immediately.

“Mr. Dunaway, you have a table tonight?” The bouncer yelled over the thumping bass.

“No, not under my name. I think my buddy Michael Whitmore has a table in VIP.” Trevor pulled out his phone and started texting. The bouncer said something into a mic that was
dangling from a wire connected to his ear piece. He nodded his head for Trevor to follow him. Trevor placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me through the crowd. His touch made my hair stand on end with excitement.

The bouncer was quite dramatic
about clearing the way for us. He didn’t let us proceed forward until he got everyone to step back at least ten feet away from us. There was a gauntlet of young scantily clad women practically falling all over themselves to get a closer look at Trevor. I’ve never been one to shy away from attention but it was weird having all eyes on us as we made our way through the club. I felt a bit self conscious. I was so under-dressed for this occasion. I needed a new, Hollywood-appropriate wardrobe. I had been living in the Midwest too long, and I had gotten complacent with my fashion sense. I tried my best to smile and look confident, but I was having trouble pulling it off. I looked straight ahead and kept my eyes focused on the stair case ahead of us.

“Trevor! Tre
vor! Can we get a picture?” A group of college girls screamed.

“Trevor I love your suit! You look good.” A woman leaned in and tried to touch Trevor’s arm but the bouncer blocked her. Trevor reached down and grabbed my hand.

“Trevor! Who’s that girl? Is that your girlfriend?” One of the guys in the crowd was yelling and pointing at me obnoxiously. My face turned bright red. Trevor just smiled and waved without responding to the presumably drunk guy’s question. I was pretty tipsy myself but I felt like I needed another drink. Walking the gauntlet was stressful.

Once we made it to the stairs Trevor let me go ahead of him. The champagne was really going to my head. Mounting each step was a laborious uphill battle. Trevor reached up and grabbed my hips to steady
me as I climbed the stairs ahead of him. I loved the feeling of his hands on my hips. I started to wish we had gone back to my hotel suite to spend some alone time together instead of continuing our night out. When we got to the second level of the club the bouncer lifted a velvet rope and gestured for us to step through. It was exhilarating being on the other side of the velvet rope. My excitement for the night ahead was immediately re-ignited.

Trevor took my hand and led me to a table that had chilled ch
ampagne and multiple bottles of liquor. There were four couples at the table. Everyone rose to their feet when Trevor approached. He wasn’t kidding when he said people worshipped him. Everyone greeted him with enthusiastic hugs and kisses. He was so popular. Trevor introduced me to everyone. Besides Michael Whitmore, their names went over my head. Two of the men were television executives like Michael. And one guy was the lead guitarist for Jade’s band
—
Jeremy Davis was his name. I immediately recognized him, and he actually recognized my name. He said he read some of my articles. It made me feel almost famous.

Jade was friendly enough toward me, but the other two women, who were C-list actresses, were extremely standoffish. They wouldn’t even look at me. A
ll of the men were very welcoming. If I wasn’t mistaken, a couple of them were flirting with me. Perhaps that’s why the ladies were giving me the cold shoulder. Or maybe they were jealous that I was with Trevor Dunaway. It is also possible that they were just stuck up bitches. I decided not to dwell on it.

I let Jade pour me a glass of Dom Pérignon while Trevor caught up with his friends. My head was already spinning from all of the champagne I had earlier, but there was no way I was going to pass up the o
pportunity to sip Dom Pérignon with Jade Johansson, one of my female idols. I took a few small sips from my glass before putting it on the table. I was so drunk that I couldn’t taste it at all. It tasted like carbonated water. I made eye contact with Jade and opened my mouth to speak, but I realized I couldn’t think of anything to say to her. Sitting right next to her was really exhilarating, but at the same time I felt completely out of my league. I felt much more in control when I was sober and I had my digital recorder in tow. I absent-mindedly checked my phone to distract myself from the uneasiness and insecurity I was feeling. I had a missed text. My heart skipped a beat. It was from Christoff. He must have felt me missing him. I was always missing him, even if I wasn’t consciously thinking about it. I silently read his message twice.

*Sorry I’ve been out of touch, was away at the cabin writing some new tracks. I’ll be in the US looking for a studio to record the new album. Are you in LA as planned?*

I knew I shouldn’t respond. I was in VIP with a billionaire heartthrob rock star and the most talented female artist in the industry. I refused to let Christoff get in my head tonight, but I welcomed his familiarity. Part of me wished that I could escape and go talk to him but I knew I couldn’t without being rude. Besides I didn’t know why I wanted to anyway. I was living the Hollywood dream. I texted back quickly.

*Yes, I’m here in LA as planned. But can’t talk... really busy on vacation.*

I put my phone away and tried to think of something intriguing to say to the breathtaking, larger-than-life Jade Johansson, who was sitting so close to me that I could smell her perfume.
Eeeek!
My stomach was doing somersaults.

Jade must have sensed my discomfort. “Relax. We
don’t bite. Well except when people want us to.” Jade laughed loudly at her own joke. A drunken giggle escaped me. “It doesn’t look like you’re having fun. Come dance with me.”

Jade grabbed my hand and dragged me on to the dance floor before I had time to
object. I was actually a reasonably good dancer but the combination the champagne and all the flashing lights was making it hard for me to stand, let alone dance. There was a hard core rap-rock remix blasting from the speakers. My hips naturally swayed to the rhythm of the bass. Jade stumbled into me and almost took me down with her before putting her arms around me and swaying to the beat.
Whoa! I’m dancing with Jade Johansson. Whooo! I can cross something off my bucket list. Time for my happy dance!
I wiggled my booty to the beat.

I leaned in and yelled in Jade’s ear. “Jade, I hate to bring up work while you’re trying to relax. But I’d really like to do a story on you for my music magazine. I’d love to sit down and interview you sometime soon if you’re up
for it.”

“Sure! You’re a sweetheart. I’d love to sit down with you when I’m not drunk. Here let me give you my publicist’s number.” Jade pulled out her smartphone and started scrolling through her contacts. “Never mind, sweetie. Just take my cell number a
nd we’ll set something up for when we’re both more sober.” Jade let out a boisterous laugh before giving me her cell phone number.
Holy shit! I just got Jade Johansson’s cell number. This is unreal.
My heart started racing. I felt like I was going to pass out.

Jade put her arms around my shoulders and yelled in my ear. “So what’s going on with you and Trevor?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged and yelled back.

“Do you like him?” I felt put on the spot. I struggled to find something neutral and non-incriminating to
say.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy.”

“I’m thrilled to see him with a nice, normal-looking girl like you. Trevor is so into his work... he doesn’t date much, but when he does it’s always some trashy, cheap whore type. You know, fake tits, bleached hair, stilettos-wearing type hoes.” Jade scrunched her nose up at the thought of Trevor’s type. My mind flashed back to his ex, Christina. She definitely fit the description, although I thought her breasts were real, but these days who can tell. I wondered what he was doing with me. I have sandy brown hair, my figure is far from perfect and I definitely can’t walk in stilettos. Jade was a step ahead of me. “But you seem different. I think you will be good for him.”

“Uh, thanks Jade.” I wasn’t sure if I really needed all o
f the information that Jade gave me, but I tucked it away in my long term memory for safe keeping. Perhaps knowing Trevor’s preferences would come in handy later.

“I like you. I hope Trevor keeps you around.” Jade smiled.

“Well, we’ll see won’t we?” I giggled. Trevor must have felt us talking about him. He slid up behind and wrapped his arms around me. It was so loud, there was no way he could have heard what we were talking about.

Jade made eye contact with Trevor and yelled at him over my shoulder. “Shall
we?” Trevor nodded and pressed his body against me from behind. I could tell by the way he was touching me he was totally wasted. I liked him when he was wasted; he was more rock star sex-god, and less straight-laced gentleman. He swayed his hips to the beat of the music. He had serious rhythm. He was an amazingly sensual dancer. I felt like he was making love to me through my clothes. Jade wrapped her arms around my neck and playfully grazed her curvaceous body against me. She immediately fell in sync with Trevor’s rhythm.

I was sandwiched tightly between two of the sexiest rock stars in the industry and I was loving every minute of it. The thumping bass from the speakers was pulsating thorough my entire body, and I became a slave to the rhythm. I relaxed
and let my body totally melt into both of theirs. All three of us were so in sync with each other, it was like we were one sensual, synergistic force. My heart fluttered as I felt Trevor’s hardness swell against my bottom. At the same time, Jade pressed her warm soft bosom into my chest, causing my nipples to become erect. I could feel that hers were hard too.