superstar: sings for everybody

They had recently finished the dance scene. But what followed was a meal that seemed entirely fake, entirely contrary. In the distance, a boy with grayish hair was particularly jealous, even though he only mentioned that she was like a sister to him. People often want what they can't have. Every so often, he glanced with shining eyes at how Emma threw herself at him. If the children noticed, it certainly didn't escape the adults, who watched everything with keen eyes.

It was almost expected how a rocker could make women melt like honey spread across the floor. No matter how unattainable he seemed, he was the desire of all who craved something far beyond their league.

-She seems like a silly girl. Doesn't she know he spends his time sleeping with models? - Tom muttered to his recording partner, Goyle, Joshua Herdman. Tom, who was a year older, watched with bitter eyes as the guy made her laugh, captivated her, and held her gaze unwaveringly.

-But… you don't like her, do you?- Joshua asked.

-What the hell are you talking about? She's like my sister. But you know who he is—Billy Carson. I love his music, but we all know how untouchable he is. He has breakfast with Victoria's Secret models and flings with club girls at night. Emma is just asking for trouble. It's probably even illegal, - Tom replied.

-Well, I hate to say it, but… girls talk. And I think he's just being kind, the kind that hasn't told her off yet. She's chasing him. I heard she listens to his music all the time. To Carson, she's probably just another crazy fan… though maybe you should talk to Emma, - Joshua suggested.

-I'll talk to her,- Tom said firmly.

What he didn't know was that Billy had a venomous tongue.

…

Tom paced. They had been filming the dance scenes just ten minutes ago when he bumped into Emma, who looked radiant. Maybe it was true that he liked her, but she was too young for him. What would people say about him dating a girl three years younger?

-Hey, - Emma greeted cheerfully.

-What's up?- Tom responded, unsure where to begin. He was nervous, and it seemed better to stay silent. But as he listened to Emma talk about how kind, funny, and considerate Billy was, it sparked a flame of jealousy and anger he didn't recognize in himself.

-He only dates models. He's leading you on, and I don't understand why,- Tom blurted out, trying to hold back.

-What are you talking about? - If Tom had more experience, he'd know his words carried cracks, hiding something deeper.

-What I mean is, he dates models. He's using you, though I don't know for what,- Tom said, striking her right in the heart.

Tears threatened to fall, but Emma held them back. Her eyes were two glistening panes of water, the blow shattering her fragile self-esteem.

-Well, I think I've got the message, - Emma said, her voice trembling.

-It's for the best. I don't want him to hurt you like that, - Tom replied.

**

Billy kissed Merche. She was handcuffed to the bed as he used his tricks to make her sweat. He nibbled on her thighs, taking her small nipples gently between his teeth, slowly and tenderly driving her mad. She was not only bound by her wrists but also blindfolded.

Billy caressed her stomach, his kisses traveling downward to her most sensitive parts. His tongue darted in, playing until she couldn't help but moan. Her legs quivered and writhed as he stroked her body, his hands smearing her soft release over her skin.

-Someone's feeling sensitive,- he teased, blowing gently as she arched her back, surrendering to him. Slowly, he entered her, adjusting to her desperate grasp. She tried to cling to his back, but he wouldn't allow it. He maintained control, holding back even as her legs tightened, denying and inviting him all at once. With delicate precision, he brought her to the edge, his touch sending her flying into the heights of pleasure.

-A little faster, - Merche whispered, craving a steady rhythm. Billy groaned, nearing his limit, but her guttural moans and trembling legs urged him on. At last, he gave a final thrust, releasing deep inside her. She was close but not quite there. Billy's fingers found her sensitive spot, stroking her to a final, explosive climax.

Both slick with sweat, he unfastened her blindfold and cuffs, leaning in for a passionate kiss.

-You're amazing, - Merche said, holding him tightly.

-You're even better, - he replied.

Billy got up from the bed and headed for the shower, glancing at his phone. Messages poured in—some from Alessandra, others from Avril and Jessica. Among them were six from Emma.

Emma: Can we talk?

Emma: I have some questions.

-Women, - he muttered, locking his phone and stepping into a cold shower. Merche peeked in, catching him mid-rinse. He smiled, inviting her to join, but she hesitated, eyeing his phone before deciding against it.

Later, while sharing a meal, Merche made an excuse to leave. Billy insisted she stay, but she mentioned her tattoo work in the morning. Her followers had grown, thanks to Billy. As she kissed him goodbye, her heart ached. She wanted to stay in their oasis forever. Watching her leave, Billy shrugged, but deep down, he knew he might push Merche to even greater limits in the coming days. Four bottles of aphrodisiacs still sat on his nightstand.

At midnight, Billy sent Emma a message, and she replied instantly.

Emma: You're completely disappointing. It's late.

Billy: I was busy, playing an instrument that always surprises me.

Emma: Oh, okay. I'm a little nervous, but… can you call me? I'll put my phone on silent.

Billy: Sure, gorgeous. Five minutes.

…

Billy did a few pull-ups before bed, a routine he enjoyed. Finally, he called her.

-You're ten minutes late, - she chided softly.

-Sorry, gorgeous. I was working out, - he replied.

She smiled at being called gorgeous. They talked about trivial things. Women tended to repeat themselves, which Billy found dull, but he was preparing tea when the question came.

-Why do you talk to me? Why me?- she asked.

-What do you mean? I should be asking you that. You know people only approach me for favors—money, contacts, fame,- he said, setting a pot of tea on the stove.

-I just…-

-Look, I don't know who planted those ideas in your head. Someone is jealous of me, probably. They always say I'm selfish, egotistical, a liar. The press and people want to tear you down, make you cry, expose your private life. They'll talk no matter what. But to calm your doubts, you're fun and intelligent, sweetheart. Just relax a little,- Billy reassured her.

Her heart melted. Billy smiled, knowing he likely had her wrapped around his finger. Women who became his golden dream were always the most innocent and loyal.

-Who cares! - he thought.

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