EroticReverie

Summer Skye

I'm on a plane back home, to my 18 million dollar, three story home I just moved into when I turned eighteen, with my child hood best friend Natalie. 

I don't even get a chance to reply to Sebastian's message in the morning, because my manager and publicist are working together all morning for damage control. My publicicst giving statements left and right to different "news" sources. The fact the celebritites lives were "news" was, and always will be, a fucking joke. 

I'm exhausted, and fall back asleep on the private flight. Then we're on a short drive to my home in the Hollywood Hills. Greeted by flashing lights and shouting reporters and paparazzi when we get rightoutside the gates of my house. I rub my temples and the guards outside my gates coax the savages away from the gates so my driver can get through the damn gate. 

Once inside, my manager and publicist are still on my tail. Telling me I need to formulate an apology. A fucking apology. Savannah my publicist tells me that I need to make a statement basically saying that I had nothing to do with Sebastian's outburst or snub of Trey. Which, I didn't. But she also wants me to say that Im appaled by how he acted, basically throwing the bad press onto Sebastian, and blame him for everything. Which, yes, it's his fault that all this is happening, but I dont see how pointing that out makes ME look any better. And I oddly, am feeling very defensive of Sebastian, while simultaneously wanting to wring his neck for bringing this shit story to my door. I tell Savannah I refuse to name Sebastian or refer to him at all , or give a fucking apology for something that's not my fault. We spend nearly an hour arguing, Natalie, my best friend is there, having my back, as always. I could murder someone and she'd justify it. That's why I love her. Because she'd definitely help me a hide a body, while ALSO giving me a lecture. She gave tough love, but wouldnt let anyone step all over me, and she always supports me, even if she doesnt agree. But this time, she agrees, and she's as fuming as I am. 

I tell Savannah and my manager Rory that I'll think about it. And get back to them tonight. Saying anything at all to get them the fuck out of my hair. I loved them, sure. But god, i hated them sometimes too. 

The second they're gone I take a deep sigh and then let out a frustrated growl and turn to Natalie. 

"Who knew Sebastian Ambrose was such a feminist?" she says, hiding a slight smirk. 

I roll my eyes. "Just cause he can spot a douche bag like Trey, doesnt make him a feminist."

She laughs. "Clearly you didnt see the mini interview he did with Charles Spring? "

"Why the hell would Sebastian Ambrose, a rock star, give Charles Spring an interview?" I ask. Charles Spring was a middle aged man obsessed with pop culture, but mainly POP stars, not rock stars. He was known for his gossip about all things boy bands and girly pop. Pretty sure Sebastian Ambrose would be his first non pop star interview. I wouldnt think that Sebastian would want his time given to a guy like Charles Spring, let alone even have him name printed in one of his gossipy articles. 

"Watch it." she says with a wink. 

"I think you have a new admirer." she shimmies her shoulder wiggles her eyesbrows.

"Augh , stop it right now" I groan and then take her phone as she hands it to me and press play. 

"The whole world is talking about what happened between you and Trey, and legs on stage last night." Charles says with a annoying tooth, veneer smile. He should sue his dentist or whoever the fuck did his teeth. They're awful. White as can be, but he looks like he has horse sized teeth in his fucking mouth. 

"Her name is Summer." I listen to Sebastian say sharply. It's a two way video interview, not done in person. So Sebastian is looking right at the camera when he says it, and the glare he gives Charles through their screens is downright ....hot. 

"riiiight, yes" Charles smirks. Clearly eating it up that Sebastian is coming to my defense once again by correcting him for calling me legs. 

"Summer. Is there something going on between you and Summer, has she finally found herself a bad boy rebound?" Charles asks, like it wouldnt be a fucking insult to call someone a rebound, if he were. Which he's clearly not. 

"Is there something going on with you and your affinity for teenage boys and girls Charles?" Sebastian says and Charles's face tightens and visibly looks stunned for a moment.

"Uh oh, did I press a button Sebastian? Deflecting the question to keep your relationship with Legs private?" 

"Her name is fucking Summer." Sebastian growls. "That goes for everyone. Stop fucking calling her Legs. It's degrading, dehumanizing, and objectifying a girl who barely just turned eighteen, and you and every other fuckin weirdo obsessed with underage girls, have been callin her that shit since she was fourteen. It's gross, and you belong on a fucking watch list and should probably be kept at least five hundred yards from any school." Sebastian says. My eyes are wide and my jaw drops. 

He doesnt even give Charles time to recover before he continues.

"And no, there's nothing going on between me and Summer. What I did last night, was because I saw some jackass accept an award that he didn't deserve, while the girl responsible for every bit of his success was standing right there, and he didnt have the decent to even thank her. Regardless of whatever the fuck happened between them, you dont do that. It just shows what a shit person he is that the reason for his fame was standing a few feet away, and he chose to ignore the fact he should have been on his fucking knees with gratitude for the way she carried his ass into the limelight. I don't like assholes that treat good people poorly. Same way I dont like middle aged men that run gossip blogs about boybands and pop stars." Sebastian says.

"No" Sebastian says to someone who is in the room with him, clearly probably trying to get him to shut up. Sebastian shakes his head.

"Summer is a great girl. She deserves to be recognized for her talent, her kindness, and her charity work." Sebastian says. 

"But you...a grown man, would rather gossip about her love life, instead of the fact she's donated millions of dollars, each fuckin year to help young kids. She's donated to..." 

I watch as Sebastian lists off pretty much every single charity I'm invovled with. Ticking them off on his fingers. 

"and that's just the charities for underprivileged kids, and youth affected by abuse , it doesnt even cover the other humanitarian efforts she'd made by donating to .." 

Again he lists off another handful of causes I've contributed to, my eyes watering.

"The world needs more people like  Summer Skye and less like Charles Springs." Sebastian says. 

"Interview over. You sad sack of shit." Sebastian says and his camera cuts off. 

I stand there slack jawed and just blinking at her phone screen.

"Yeah." Natalie says. "soooooooo, i'm totally an Always Ambrose fan now." she says and I just stand there looking at her phone.

I finally look up at her. 

She smiles softly. 

"He's right Summer. You're amazing. And more people need to recognize you for more than...your legs." she says. 

I just swallow. 

"I need a minute." I say and hand her back her phone and then move through the house, grabbing my cell phone and opening instagram. 

There's another message from him. 

"Okay you hate me. But I should warn you, you'll probably hate me more. I kind of just went off on Charles Spring. Im not sorry I did it. But sorry it will bring more attention to you that you probably don't fucking want. So, I'm sorry. Forgive me? - Sexy Hair Sebastian" 

He sighned off using the nickname his fans gave him. The one I'd used on him last night. 

Below that, is his phone number. 

"Call me. Even if it's just to yell at me." 

I take a breath and call the number. 

It rings three times and Im about to hang up but then the lines picks up. 

"I told you to stop fucking calling me!" He yells into the phone making me jump

"Uhmmm" I hum. 

there's a pause. "Summer?" 

"Uh...yeah?" I answer. 

"Oh shit...sorry...I thought it was one of those fuckin gossip people." he says and I bite my lip. 

"Nope..it's me." I say. 

Another pause.

"Sorry about last night.....and about this morning...with Charles. Did you see it?" he asks. 

"I saw it." I confirm and he sighs. 

"I'm so fuckin sorry." he says. 

"It's...." I say. Wanting to tell him it's fine. But he was bringing so much attention to not just him, but to me, to Trey, and just when things were starting to die down with the whole Trey cheating scandal, he'd thrown gasoline on the embers and started a fucking inferno all over again. But....he also defended me...not once...but twice....not just to Trey....but to Charles..to the entire fucking world. 

"It's fine." I say. Because...it is. Because he didnt do it for the wrong reasons. He did it for the right ones, at least that's what Im choosing to believe.

"No it's not." he says.

"It is." I assure him. "I mean.....you've created quite a shit storm...but...thank you. For what you said. To Trey. To Charles. Thank you for-"

"Dont thank me for calling them out." he says. 

"dont tell me what to thank you for." I say and he's quiet. 

"Yes ma'am." he says and I smile to myself, pacing back and forth in my bedroom as I hold the phone in front of me on speaker. 

"I cant believe you basically called Charles Spring a predator." I huff a small laugh.

"well he is. What fucking middle aged dude is THAT obsessed with teenage pop stars? It's fucking creepy." he says and I laugh against softly. 

"It really is." I say. 

There's silence for several beats, and it's not a comfortable one, it's awkward, both of us breathing softly into the phone. 

"Sorry for calling you Legs." he says and I smile to myself. 

"You already apologized for that." I say. 

"Dont tell me how many times I can apologize." he says , and I let out a laugh.

"Yes sir." I say, as we both give a little laugh. 

"I mean it. I'm sorry. It was my lame attempt at flirting. And not thinking before I spoke." he says. "I should have known that you probably didnt care for the nickname and-"

He goes on, but I hear nothing, because im still stuck on the fact that he was trying to flirt. Flirt. with me? 

"You werent trying to flirt with me." I say. 

He pauses with what he was saying. 

"uhh...yeah I was." he says. 

"why?" I ask, stunned, confused.

He laughs slightly. "What do you mean why?" 

"Because I'm attracted to you , that's usually why people flirt." he says. 

I just stand there, no longer pacing , and just standing still and trying to process the fact that Sebastian Ambrose is...attracted to me. Did I want him to be? Maybe. I don't know. 

"Listen, i know im not a pretty guy like the guys you probably are into-"

"You're pretty." I cut him off. 

He pauses then laughs. "What?" 

"I said...you're pretty...in the bad boy way." I say and he laughs softly into the phone.

"yeah? you think im pretty Summer?" he asks. 

"Shut up." I say with a sigh. 

"Okay...you tell me when I can speak again." he says. I groan.

"You can speak." I growl through to my teeth. 

"Good,.......hey Summer?" he says and his voice is dropping slightly and I try to ignore what the tone of his voice does to me. 

"Yeah?" 

"You're pretty too." he says. 

I chew my lip. 

"thanks." I say. trying to ignore the fact that I was currently getting turned on by Sebastian Ambrose and his low deep tone, and his compliments. And trying to ignore the fact I was already turned on before I even called, listening to him rant about the way the media treat me, and other girls like me. 

"mhm" he hums slightly. 

"Hey summer?" he asks and I swallow.

"yeah?" I answer quietly. 

"Is it alright to keep flirting with you?" he asks. 

"mhm" I hum my response. 

"Hey Summer?" he asks again and this time im smiling t the way he keeps saying Hey Summer. 

"Yes Sebastian?" i ask.

"Will you go on a date with me?" he asks. 

I smile like a fool.

"Maybe." I answer.

"Maybe?" he asks. 

"yeah, maybe." I say. 

"How do I make the maybe into a yes?" he asks. 

"It has to be private." I say. "No going out in public. I dont want people in my business, especially...not after last night and your interview...we cant be seen hanging out together." I say.  "My publicist would kill me. While also swimming on the money that shed be making working overtime if we're photographed hanging out." I say. 

"Hmm." he says.

"Hey summer?" he asks again and I lick my lips. 

"yeah?" I answer.

"I agree to your terms, under one of my own conditions." he says. 

"What's that?" I ask. 

"I want an end of the first date, kiss." he says. 

I feel myself flush, and suck in a small breath. 

"Hey Sebastian?" I ask and I hear a soft laugh.

"yeah Summer?" he answers.

"I agree to your terms." I say. 

He doesnt make a sound, but I swear I can hear the smile on his face.

"Hey summer?" he asks a second later.

"yeah?" I ask. 

"Invite me over." he says.

I let out a small laugh. "right now?" 

"yeah." he answers. 

"where are you , arent you in New York?" I ask.

"yeah...but I'm on a plane to LA in less than an hour , and I'll be back tonight. Invite me over...for a date." he says. 

I chew my lip. 

"It will be late. Wont you be tired?" I ask. 

"No." he answers. 

"okay." I say quietly.

"Would you like to come over then, when you get back?" 

"Ask me on a date Summer." he says. 

I give a little laugh. 

"I am." 

"Say the word date." he says and I laugh.

"Okay..Sebastian..would you like to come over for a date tonight?"

"I'll think about it." he says.

"hey!" I squeak and he laughs.

"Yeah Summer, I would. I really fuckin would like to come over tonight for a date." he says. 

"jackass" I mutter and he laughs.

"I'll call you when I land. I'll bring food." he says.

"I dont eat that late." I say. 

"I'm still bringing food." he says. 

"Fine." I say with a little laugh.

"Fine." he says. "See you tonight Summer." 

"see you tonight Sebastian." I say.

"Later beautiful." he says and hangs up the phone.