Who Is That?
I'm sitting at Damien's desk, trying to listen to what he is saying to me, but I keep spacing out. It's hard to concentrate when I am slightly hungover. It's been about five months since the Wicked Witch left me. It still hurts like hell, and I try not to think about her because it pisses me off every time I do. At first, all I felt was a pain in my chest when she left. I thought I loved her. But after a while, all I felt was anger when she would cross my mind.
I internally shake my head and snap out of my thoughts. I tune back into Damien, and I hear that I am this year's 'Artist to look out for,' and it's a slight blow to my ego. I want to make music and be number one. Damien drones on about how I need to make more singles, release them, and do more shows. I want to roll my eyes and tell him that I don't make the schedule of when or how many shows I do and that Jason, my manager, and best friend, does them, but I hold my tongue. I nod my head and agree with him. Where the fuck is Jason? He was supposed to be here because I don't ever pay attention to this shit. We shouldn't have gone out last night. That's probably why he isn't here. I am going straight to his place when I leave, and I will make his hangover worse.
"When are you going to record a new single?" Damien asks me.
"As soon I finish writing." I try not to roll my eyes at him.
"Have you thought of just recording something someone else wrote?"
My eyebrows shoot up. "No," I say firmly. "You know I only sing and record material that I have written." I try not to sound angry, but he is starting to piss me off.
He holds his hands up in surrender. "It's just a suggestion. It'll be a way for you to release songs faster."
I shake my head. "I don't want to be one of those artists. I only release my own music." He already knows all this shit. He's asked numerous times, but I always turn him down.
He sighs, "Alright. Let me know when you have something ready for me."
I grunt out an ok. I don't want to sound like a dick, but I refuse to record anything that isn't mine. I know he is asking me this again because my songwriting has been slow. I just haven't had the inspiration to write lately.
I stand up and walk out the door. Jason isn't going to show up, and I don't need to hear any more of what he has to say.
I walk into the lobby, and immediately some girl runs up to me. I am a little shocked, but I take a look at her, and she's cute. She had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her shirt is way too low, and her cleavage is spilling out. She is trying way too hard. I internally cringe.
"Hi, I'm Diane. You're Ric, right?"
I grin. She's a fan and groupie. They are always easy. I decide to talk to her and give her some attention. I always try to give my fans as much attention as possible. They are the reason my music is rising, and I am making more money by the day.
"Yeah." My grin fades a little when I see her pull out her phone. I'm not much of a fan of having my picture taken, but it's bound to happen in this industry.
"Can I get a picture with you?" She smiles brightly, but I see the lust in her eyes. I stop myself from rolling my eyes at her. All these women want is to fuck for their fifteen minutes of fame.
"Sure." I stand next to her, and she lifts her phone and starts taking selfies. She takes what seems like a million. I try to move away from her so I can leave, but she grabs my arm. I look down at her and smile even though I want to yank my arm from her. She looks up and smiles brightly.
"Do you want to come back to my place?'' She tries to make her voice sound husky and seductive, but she doesn't succeed at all. I look up to think of a way to let her down easy, but I see the most beautiful women ogling me when I do. She has the brightest blue eyes that I have ever seen. Her tan skin and long black hair make her eyes pop even more. She is tall and athletic-looking. I bet she has killer legs. She is gorgeous. Damn. Who is she? She is all but drooling while looking at me. I smirk at her, and she turns away, but I see her blush.
I watch her walk away and look down at her amazing ass. She must work out daily. I hear the little brunette clear her throat, and I look back at her. She is looking at me with expecting eyes. I look back up to see the Goddess, but she is already gone.
I take a step away from the brunette and see the slight pain of rejection in her eyes.
"Give me your number, and we could work something out later," I tell her. She might be a fun and easy fuck, so why not? I internally shrug.
She grins and pulls out a piece of paper with her number already written on it and hands it to me. I internally cringe away. I knew she was going to be easy. I put the paper in my pocket, and when I'm about to walk away, she grabs my arm again and pulls me down slightly, and whispers, "I can't wait to have your cock in my mouth." I look at her, slightly stunned. She has no shame. I shake my head a little, and I wink at her as I turn and walk out of the building. I might call her later if I don't find someone else tonight.