Claimed by the Alpha Celebrity (Rockstar Romance, Alpha Male Erotic Romance, Billionaire Romance) (The Star Struck Trilogy) (18 page)

I felt warm and light-headed as both of them grinded into me to the same rhythm. I arched my back and pushed my ass against Trevor’s growing hardness
. He grabbed my hips and pushed against me as if we were having sex. I hadn’t danced like this since college. It felt hot and scandalous. Jade leaned in close and breathed in my ear. I didn’t expect to have a reaction, but the sensation gave me goosebumps. I felt both of them start to perspire, as they sensuously pressed into me. I was so turned on by the fact that I had celebrity sweat all over me. I became wet with excitement and my clitoris began to throb with anticipation. Jade twirled around and pressed her butt into my lap. I grinded against her curves. Trevor slipped one of his legs between mine, and I let my womanhood slide down the length of his thigh. My muscles clenched and my breath became rapid and shallow. I was right on the edge, when suddenly the music stopped and the lights came on. I abruptly jolted out of my sensual trance.

The lights were blinding, and suddenly my head was pounding, and I felt like I needed a shower. I put my hand over my eyes to filter out the blinding light. I was certai
n I looked a sweaty, drunken mess. Jade and Trevor still looked decent, but they didn’t look half as glamorous now as they did back when we were at the restaurant, several bottles of champagne ago.

“You’re a good dancer sweetie. You keep up well.” Jade hug
ged me. “I have to go find Michael, but let me know about the interview.” She waved at me over her shoulder as she straightened her dress and scurried off.

“So did you have a good night Giavanna?” Trevor turned me around so I was facing him.

“Good would be an understatement. Thank you Trevor.” I kissed him on the cheek. He playfully caressed my bottom. I loved him when he was completely uninhibited.

“You’re very welcome.”

Chapter 11

T
revor repeatedly invited me to stay in his Hollywood Hills mansion, but I declined. Trevor was gone during most of the day at meetings, and I didn’t rent a car for my vacation because I hate driving in L.A. I didn’t want to be locked away in his gated mansion, without any way to get around and see my friends. Trevor ended up getting me the Presidential Suite at the five-star Four Seasons hotel in Beverly Hills. I loved staying there because I could come and go whenever I pleased. There were always cabs outside the hotel, and it was in a good location where it was easy for me to get around.

The hotel suite was sweet. It was bigger than my entire apartment back at home. It had a full living area that was furnished immaculately. There was a baby grand piano in the corner, and the walls were decorated with beautiful art work. The bedr
oom was lavish. I loved the double French doors and the crystal chandelier. But my favorite part of the entire suite was the bed. It was so comfortable, I wanted to live in it.

I woke up to find Trevor still asleep. I was pleasantly surprised to find I did
not have a hangover. There was no way I could ever go back to drinking cheap champagne again; it would probably make me sick, now that my body had been introduced to the good stuff. Trevor was sprawled across most of the width of the king-sized bed, and I was nuzzled in the crook of his arm.

I propped myself up on my elbow and gazed down at him. He was so gorgeous. Each time I looked at him I was blown away. Every time was as if I was just seeing him in person for the first time. I couldn’t believe I start
ed out as a fan of Trevor’s band, Alpha Deity, and now I was Trevor’s... well, I still didn’t know what we were because we hadn’t discussed it. We had spent time together almost every day since I ran into him at the beginning of my vacation, and I could tell he really liked me, but we definitely hadn’t had the talk yet, and for now I was okay with that.

It was almost time for me to make my way back to Chicago and get some more entertainment news stories published. I love my life as an entertainment journali
st; it’s never dull but sometimes it can be grueling. It’s quite the high-pressure rat race. But the perks and the frills are worth it. I already had an amazing contacts list, but after meeting Trevor’s circle last night I had some really valuable contacts that might be able to help me with my career in the future.

I could get used to being courted by a billionaire. My contacts list multiplied in the short week that I had known Trevor. Speaking of which, my phone was vibrating. I quietly grabbed it from the
night stand. It was a text from Christoff. I was surprised to hear from him again after I was so short with him the previous night. I opened the text he sent me. It simply said:

*thinking salacious thoughts about you*

My heart raced, even though I didn’t want it to. I looked back over at Trevor, hoping he didn’t sense the thoughts about Christoff going through my head. Luckily Trevor was still sleeping. I was technically still a single woman, so I don’t know why I felt so guilty.

Christoff and I had the mo
st mind-blowing sex I had ever had in my entire life. I’d never been with a lover like him before. And more importantly, I really understood Christoff in a way that I don’t think any other woman ever has. I took pride in being that rare creature that could satisfy a man like Christoff Diemacht Hartmann, both physically and emotionally. He must have felt me missing him, hence his persistent texting. I was just about to text him back when I felt Trevor slide up behind me and cover my neck in smoldering kisses. Trevor let out a playful growl as I leaned back into his embrace.

“Who are you talking to? Important work email?” He looked down at my phone.

“Yeah, work.”

“No working on vacation Giavanna,” he teased playfully, grabbing at my phone. I quickly snatched
it away from him and shut it off. I tossed it over the edge of the bed and on top of the pile of clothes in my suitcase.

“You’re right, you’re right, I should enjoy my time off while I have it.”

My body stiffened. I hate lying. I was actually really into Trevor. His mere presence titillated me. All he had to do is look at me and I would get chills; every hair on my body would stand on end. I was truly in awe of him. But he refused to be intimate with me. I had been celibate since Christoff, so I was crawling out of my skin with frustration. This was the longest I’d ever gone without being intimate with someone. It was driving me mad. But Trevor kept insisting he wanted to get to know me first. And he repeatedly warned me that I shouldn’t get too close to someone like him, whatever that meant. He seemed perfect. He was my knight in shining armor. He saved me from Vin. And he still decided he wanted to get to know me, even though we come from opposite sides of the tracks so to speak. He’s from the hard rock scene, and despite his wealth he is still deeply rooted in where he came from. And most of my camp is made up of pop artists and reality TV stars. Those two worlds very rarely, if ever, collide.

Trevor was a savvy business man, so he owned a very successful m
ainstream music label in addition to his hard rock and heavy metal labels. But he wasn’t really involved on the pop and mainstream side of things. He let his business partners handle most of that work, while he managed the label Alpha Deity and the other hard core artists were on. Trevor loved his money, and the businesses that made his billions, but he loved being a rock star more. Even though he had to wear suits and go to fancy lunches for certain meetings, and he knew how to formally court the ladies; he felt much more at home in dark jeans and a skull cap, writing music in the back of a dimly-lit bar with the guys, or engineering and producing alone in the studio.

He was way different from me and my friends. We loved the glitz and glam that came with sh
ow biz. We always jumped at the opportunity to mingle with mainstream A-listers and to enjoy lavish and luxurious things whenever possible. Even A-List Amber still got excited about the bells and whistles that came with life in Tinseltown. Trevor and I were from totally opposite worlds but who’s to deny true love. I could really see myself falling in love with Trevor. In fact sometimes I thought I was already there. I couldn’t tell if my feelings for Trevor were real or if I was just riding a high from being on vacation with one of the most powerful men in the music industry.

I turned around and leaned my forehead against his. He grabbed the base of my neck and pulled me deeper into his embrace. My entire body began to tingle as he brought his lips to mine.
He kissed me softly and slowly. My body melted into him as he guided me on to my back. A pleasant heat washed over me as he confidently drove his tongue into my mouth. I immediately returned the favor. His kisses were making me so hot and ready. I spread my legs and welcomed his heaviness on top of me. His kisses moved from my mouth to both my cheeks and down to my neck. I instinctively threw my head back to accommodate his passionate kisses as they traveled down to my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him into me. He buried his face between my breasts. The thin material of my panties allowed me to feel him harden beneath his underwear. He grinded his hips against me, and I let out a soft moan. My body ached for him. I wanted all of him to fill me up.

“I don’t think you’re ready for me yet,” he whispered in my ear, in a strained raspy voice. Just as I was about to let him know just how ready I was, there was a knock on the door.

“Room service,” called a voice from the other side of the door.

“I didn’t order anything, did you?” I asked as Trevor lifted himself off me.

“Yup! I ordered your favorite. French toast, bacon and mimosas.”

“Aww. Trevor!” I kissed him and drew the covers over me so he could answer the door.

Trevor was always so thoughtful. I never had to want for anything. He fulfilled all of my needs before I even knew I had them. All except one. He said he was determined not to hurt me, so he didn’t want us to get too close too fast. He insisted that we wait to have sex, and that I was worth more than just a physical fling. I wanted it bad. And I knew he wanted it too. He would get aroused every time we were close to each other, even if it was just a simple hug. I was crawling out of my skin with sexual desire for him, but there was a hopelessly romantic part of me that was endlessly enchanted by his sweet gestures and his desire to take things slowly.

I knew there was a primitive, sexual beast under all of those romantic layers. I saw it with my own eyes when I peeped in on him and Chr
istina the night we first met. I still get turned on when I think back to watching them have hot completely uninhibited sex at The Catacombs. It was such a treat to watch Trevor let loose and give in to his most primitive urges. He still had no idea that I saw him that night. I’d kept it as my naughty little secret. Trevor and I had some hot and heavy experiences together that came close to sending me over the edge. But compared to what I witnessed at The Catacombs that night, the encounters that he and I had were totally PG-13. To be clear, there is nothing wrong with FCC-friendly sex, especially when it’s with a superhuman billionaire rock god, but I was really curious about why Trevor didn’t let me get to know all of him.

Trevor fawned over me as we enjoy
ed our breakfast together. Being with Trevor seemed surreal. He was the flawless, billionaire rock star, and yet he put me on a pedestal. I felt like a princess that had found her prince charming. Sometimes I became so overwhelmed by the intensity of his presence and the perfection of his good looks that I had to look away when he made eye contact with me. I was in complete awe.

“So, today I have to talk to my lawyers and my manger about getting Vin out of the band.” Trevor furrowed his brow. I could tell h
e was disgusted by the mere mention of Vin. I didn’t blame him. Vin was nothing but trouble, and Trevor couldn’t wait to get him out of the band. “I feel like there is already a new lawsuit against me every other week, and I know that Vin would not hesitate to try to profit at my expense. I would hate for him to be able to get a cash reward for all of the awful things he did.”

“You know, I kind of feel like some of the drama with Vin was my fault. He seemed to go a little crazy as soon as you and I met. I k
now he hated the idea of us being together. He was really afraid I would ruin the band. And I feel like I proved him right.” I felt a pang of guilt in the pit of my stomach.

Trevor’s jaw tightened. He grabbed my chin and turned my face, so that I was looki
ng directly into his mesmerizing brown eyes. “Don’t ever blame yourself for what happened with Vin. Vin is a worthless asshole, and I wish I would have seen that before. Vin is the one sabotaging the band, not you. It hurts me to see you blaming yourself for something you have nothing to do with. This has absolutely nothing to do with you. It’s all between me and Vin. Remember that, okay?”

I nodded my head. “Okay.”

“But one thing Giavanna. Baby, promise me that you won’t leak any of this to the public until I have everything taken care of. Okay?”

I nodded again. “Okay.”

Trevor looked at me sternly. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

I placed my breakfast tray on the nightstand and knelt behind Trevor. I began to rub his strong muscular shoulders. “Relax Trevor, I know Vin has caused you and the rest of the band a lot of stress lately. I hope everything goes smoothly and this is over quickly.”

“When this is all over let’s have a nice dinner to celebrate.” Trevor’s voice lightened as he melted into my massage.