EroticReverie

Summer Skye 

I didn’t want to keep Sebastian a secret. But I also just wasn’t ready to deal with the inevitable gossip that would come the second anyone found out we were even remotely involved, let alone …dating. As if the world has heard my worries , the second I come down from my orgasm of Sebastian eating me out on the couch. My phone starts to ring off the fucking hook. 

“You should probably answer that.” He says as I lay there naked on the couch with Sebastian on his knees , mouth wet and tongue licking up the last of my arousal that coats his mouth. 

I whimper and shake my head. “Can’t. Move.” I say and he chuckles and gets up. I watch as he walks naked to the kitchen, grabbing my phone and bringing it back to me. 

“Answer it so whoever it is doesn’t interrupt me when I go down on you again.” He says and I smirk. Grabbing my phone. 

“It’s not your turn” I say. He smiles and I look down at my phone. My manager and publicist have sent me a dozen texts each. Along with several missed calls from them and other numbers. My heart plummets , because whatever it is , can’t be good and I just want to live in my little happiness bubble for just a bit longer before whatever it is bursts the fuck out of it. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he sits down beside me as I sit up. 

“Not sure. But I bet it’s not good news.” I roll my eyes. 

“HELLO?!” My publicists panicked voice yells into the fucking phone the second I answer and throw it on speaker. 

“Uhm. Hi?” I say slightly annoyed. 

“OH THANK GOD. IVE BEEN CALLING YOU NON STOP!” She shrieks and I wince and take a breath. 

“Please stop yelling” I groan and rub my head. 

“Did you sleep with Sebastian?!” She yells to me. 

Both me and Sebastian tense. 

“Um, what?” I ask. There’s no way anyone could know I just slept with him. 

“Before the cheating scandal with Trey, did you sleep with him?!” She asks. I just sit there and shake my head. 

“What? No.” I say and look at Trey who looks as confused as I am. 

“There’s a fucking Twitter shit storm happening right now regarding your relationship with Sebastian , there’s pictures from the Summer Slam concert, of him making heart eyes at you back stage.” She says. 

I look at Sebastian. His brows lift and then he smiles slightly and shrugs. 

Summer Slam. The first time I met Sebastian. And it was so brief. I’d met so many artists that day. 

“That was the first time I even met him! And it was for like two seconds and we haven’t even crossed paths again or even spoken to each other until last night!” I say in my defense. 

“Well apparently there’s speculation that you two have been cozy together ever since then , leading Trey to his decision to cheat and leave you.” She says. 

“That’s bullshit.” Sebastian huffs. 

I flinch at his gruff response. His LOUD gruff response. 

“Who is that?” My publicist asks with a mothers tone. Shit. 

“We’ll just get Trey to make a statement. Or something. That I didn’t cheat.” I say , knowing how stupid that sounds the second I say it. Because Trey didn’t give two shits about making me look innocent. Even though I was. Anything that would make him look better, he’d take it an run with it. It wouldnt surprise me if he fed the accusations by falsely affirming them.

“WHO IS THERE?” She interrupts. Clearly not sidetracked by my attempt to distract her from the male voice. 

“Sorry” Sebastian mouths and wave my hand and shake my head. 

“It’s Sebastian, he came over to-“

“SUMMER! YOU NEED TO WARN ME! HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN SEEING EACH OTHER?!” She yells. 

“STOP. yelling!” I hiss into the phone. 

She gives a big sigh and I look at Sebastian. 

“Tonight is the first night we’ve hung out. I promise. There’s nothing to damage control because I didn’t do anything wrong!” I argue. 

“We’ll that’s not what everyone is saying” she huffs. 

“Fuck what they’re saying, I didn’t fucking cheat! I wouldn’t do that!” I say angrily. 

She sighs and Sebastian places a hand on my legs as my voice cracks. 

“Oh Jesus!” my publicist, “Damnit summer!” 

“What?!” I nearly cry. This was so fucking stressful. Why was she yelling at me like a fucking child?!

“THERES A FUCKING PICTURE OF HIM SITTING OUTSIDE YOUR GATE. THERES A GOD DAMN DRONE PICTURE OF HIM WALKING UP TO YOUR DOOR!” She yells. 

Tears immediately start to fall. 

“Stop yelling at me” I say pathetically like a little kid. Her freaking out didn’t help matters. 

Sebastian grabs the phone from me. 

“Listen. She’ll call you back in a few minutes. And when she does. You better check your fucking tone and the way you’re talking to her.” Sebastian snarls and then hangs up my phone and turns it off and then tosses it onto the couch and pulls me into him as I cry. 

“I’m so fucking sorry. I made sure I wasn’t being followed, fuck” He says and kisses the top of my head as he holds me cheek to his chest and I wrap my arms around him and cry. 

“I hate this” I cry. “I hate everything, I just want to disappear, I’m so sick of this” I sniff and he strokes my hair. 

“Say the world and we’ll leave right now and go live on some remote island. Just you and me , and we’ll say fuck it all” he says and I give a little laugh as I cry. 

“I’m serious” he huffs. 

“I know you are” I laugh again and sniffle and lift my head and he scowls at the tears on my cheeks. 

“I hate feeling like this” I say and sigh as more tears fall. 

“Like what?” He asks as he gently Wipes my tears and holds my face. My lashes hitting my cheeks as I close my eyes. 

“There’s people thay can’t even afford to pay their bills, and children that are starving, people that are trying to simply live , and I’m crying over the fucking media being down my throat , as if I don’t have everything I could ever want.”

“Dont do that.” He shakes his head and I lift my eyes to him. 

“I know what you mean Summer, but you’re still fucking human. And yeah, there’s people worse off than we’ll ever be, and that fucking sucks , ya know? But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have fucking feelings babe” he says and kisses my cheek. 

“It doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to be sad , or angry when things are stressful for you, you’re fucking human, and one of the best of them. So don’t feel like you’re not entitled to your fucking feelings Summer. Don’t let other peoples problems make you feel like yours don’t fucking matter. Because they do.” He says and I look at him and nod. 

He makes sense. But it doesn’t mean I feel any less like a bitch for whining over having to live in the public eye. 

“Do you want me to go?” He asks and I scowl at him and make him bite back a smile. 

“No.” I say and he nods. 

“Alright.” He says. “I just don’t want to make it harder for you, if you want me to leave. You can tell me. I won’t be offended.”

“I’m offended that you wouldn’t be offended” I say trying to joke with him as tears still slip down my cheeks. 

He smiles. “I just want to do whatever you need me to do Summer.”

“I need you to stay here.” I say and he smiles wider and nods. 

“Then I’ll stay.” He says and I sigh. 

“I want to kiss you but I’m all snotty” I say and sniffle and he laughs softly. 

“Still kissable though” he says and leans in and presses a kiss to my lips. I close my eyes and push my lips back against his. 

“Let’s get some clothes on. Splash some water on this pretty face and deal with it together.” He says and I nod. 

“Okay.” I nod.