EroticReverie

Sebastian Ambrose

After Summer finishes recording, we leave the studio together. Camera bulbs fucking flashing, paparazzi yelling at Summer, yelling at me, demanding our fucking attention, that neither of us gives. Summer smiles sweetly at them anyways, like always, politely waving and choosing not to answer 5heir stupid fucking questions.

"Summer what can you tell us about your album? Will it be about Trey? Or about Sebastian?" one asks. I grit my teeth as I open her door, letting her in as I keep myself between her and the fucking vultures at my back. She smiles up at me, I give her a wink and close the door. 

"Summer is is true you cheated first?" One yells. I'm going to break my fucking teeth from clenching them so fucking hard, biting my tongue, trying to keep my damn mouth shut. 

"Sebastian are you and Summer together?

"Sebastian what do you think about Trey's interview with Brian Biggs on Biggs Blast?"

I keep walking to my car as Summer's driver leaves. I clench my fists , my heart rate spiking as they mention the radio/podcast interview. I knew Summer was worried about it, about what he'd say. "Big Boy" as Brian Biggs was called, was notorious for being a fucking misogynistic fucking prick. He interviewed musicians, movie stars, influencers, whoever he could rope into going onto his show. He was notorious for invasive questions and being a disrespectful ass, even to his guests, if they didn't play along with his shit. 

I make it to my car, Taking deep breaths. Wondering if I should listen to the podcast or not. Knowing I will anyways at some point. Was Summer listening to it right now? Were her manager and publicist already hounding her with whatever was said. God, I wish I was with her. 

I pull up the podcast, and skip through to Trey's segment.

Listening to Brian Biggs kiss his ass a bit to butter him up, pretend to worship him, to inflate his ego, and make Trey feels like they're fucking buddies. And Trey fucking eats it up, and I can hear the narcissistic smug fucking smile on his face as he thanks Brian everytime he gets that smoke blow up his fucking ass. 

I'm gripping the steering wheel , white knuckling the wheel as I listen to Brian fucking start segway into what he really brought Trey on the show for. 

"So, you've got the award for one to watch, your songs are all over the radio, droppin panties around the world." Brian says, still fucking feeding his ego. 

Trey laughs. " Yeah man, it's been wild." 

"First your droppin Summer's , and now Kennedy?" Brian lets out a low whistle. 

"Quality ass, both of em." Brian chuckles and Trey laughs. Fucking laughs. Doesnt tell Brian not to talk to about them like fucking meat. Doesnt even defend his own current girlfriend. I have to keep myself from slamming on the gas to get to Summer quicker. If she was listening to this shit. I can only imagine how fucking fuming she was. Could only imagine the way her publicist or manager was handling this shit. 

"So, you know the drill" Brian says. I roll my eyes. 

"It's time for a game of Truth or Puke" Brian chuckles and Trey groans with a laugh. 

Truth or Puke is a rip off version, of shit that every talk show host is doing now. Where they ask questions, and the guest can either answer, or plead the fifth and then drink or eat something repulsive. And the shit is so fucking gross, in hopes that the guest will choose to spill their guts, instead of puke them up. 

"Alright" Brian says and you can hear his hands clap. "For our first round, you can either answer the question or we've got a nice glass of milk,....blended with clams and anchovies." 

"Oh sick" Trey laughs. "That's foul. augh" you can hear him cough as if he smelled it. 

"alright" Brian laughs. "Here's the question." He clears his throat with a laugh. 

"What is Summer Skye's favorite position to spread those legs in?" Brian asks. 

I see fucking red. Cursing and punching the fucking roof of my car, promising to fly to New York and beat Briang Bigg's god damn face in. Right along with Trey's and let the NYC fucking rats gnaw on their fucking nuts. 

"Shit" Trey laughs. "You're trying to get me into trouble." 

"Oh come on, not like the world doesnt know you were hittin that, a girl like that? Cmon" Brian laughs. "You're not telling us she's a virgin." Brian says. 

Trey just laughs.

"unless, she is a virgin, is that why you broke up, is Summer Skye a prude? She looks like a tease too. Makes sense." Brian says and I want to fucking scream. I want to throttle them and anyone else who fucking enjoys this bullshit. 

"She's not a virgin." Trey chuckles. 

Mother. Fucker. 

"Ohhh, yeah? So you DID hit that? Yeahhhhh man, i'd tap the fuck out of that." Brian whistles. 

I'm about to black out with rage. 

"So,.....truth or puke...how does America's naughty little sweetheart like to get it?" Brian asks. 

"oh come on" Brian says, and that must mean Trey's lifting the glass, thinking about drinking it. Drink it you fucking piece of shit, I fume silently. You already fucking told her business about whether or not she was a virgin, you don't get to fucking degrade her further by telling them another fucking thing. Who the fuck was managing this bastard anyways? Where was HIS publicist? He was going to crash and burn and get himself cancelled with this fucking interview. I couldnt wait. I just hated that it was currently going to be at Summer's expense. 

Ten minutes till I get to her. Ten minutes till I have to see her either devastated , fuming or fucking crying. 

"You really wanna drink that? I mean, you already told us you hit it, what's the big deal in tellin us how she likes to take a dick?" 

Tears fill my fucking eyes. I wanted to kill Brian Biggs. I hated him before, and there aren't words for what I feel right now. 

"She likes to ride." Trey says. 

"Yeah!" Brian hoots. "See, that's what I'm sayin! That wasnt so hard! At least not as hard as I bet you gave it her." Brian laughs and Trey laughs , and I fucking cry. Blinking tears from my eyes , I've never been so fucking angry in all my life. I've never hurt for someone else as much as Im hurting for Summer right now. 

"Alright, alright, one question down, four more to go! Answered that shit like a champ, hell yeah!" Brian says, amping up Trey, blowing more of that fucking smoke up his ass. 

"We've got a nice cockroach for you there...or you can tell us.....Have you ever slept with a fan? " 

The silence says it all. 

Brian laughs. "you dirty dog!" 

Trey laughs. 

"A few." he answers.

"A few?!  Hell yeah, man!" he says and I want to fucking throw up. 

"When was this? Before or after you made it on the radio?" 

"After." he laughs. Just offering up answers like a god damn idiot. Admitting to cheating on Summer not just wih Kennedy, but with fans too. 

"Oh shit, haha, guess Summer wasn't riding it that good." Brian says and Trey is silent. 

"I mean before. Before I met her." he says. 

"Oh no, nah dont lie to us now, it's alright man, if they arent pleasing ya, it's their own fault, guess she can practice her cow girl skills on Sebastian Ambrose now." Brian laughs. 

"Alright third question" Brian says, and Trey just curses under his breath a small nervous laugh. 

"We've got some nice chewy cow balls, or you can answer this question...." 

I swipe angrily at the rage tears flowing from my eyes. 

I wonder what Kennedy, his new girlfriend thought of this interview. Would she be humiliated? Would she even care, or was she truly just a star fucker like Trey? Doing to him what he did to Summer. Using him to get her name out there. Both of them using Summer to skyrocket their careers. 

"People are speculating that Summer cheated first...do you...think ...or do you know...if Summer cheated on you with Sebastian Ambrose while you were together?" Brian asks. 

"i dont know. We were apart alot. She could have cheated with anyone." Trey says. 

"You think Ambrose was Slammin your girl at the time of the Summer Slam concert?" Brian asks. 

"dunno man." Trey says.

"FUCKING BULLSHIT!" I yell as I pull up to Summer's gate. Pushing the fucking button on the speaker. I flip the fucking radio off, unable to listen to another god damn word. 

She doesnt say anything into the intercom, just buzzes me in. I speed up the drive as my heart stops and sinks as I see her standing already in the doorway, I can see her lips quivering from here, her cheeks are wet and her eyes are red. And im going to end up in fucking jail thinking about all the way Im going to fucking murder Brian Biggs and Trey Tremano. 

I throw my car into park, opening the door as i turn it off and slam the fucking door and run to her.