Madison

We are back in the real world at Alex's house, and it seems weird not to have the team around us, his coach, the manager and all the paps. He does have a few loitering outside, but he's just been out and told them all to fuck off. Okay, not in so many words but kindly asked them to give us some peace and privacy and in return he'll do an exclusive photo shoot with them tomorrow at nine in the morning. God, that man he knows how to work them and get them onside, he's really trying to clean up that image of his, that's for sure. Right now, he has them eating out of his hand as if he was giving out sweet cupcakes.

Honey Belle has taken herself off to her bed by the back window of the lounge/kitchen area and is snuggled up. "We need to shop." He informs me.

"What? Don't you have someone who does that and why isn't it all stocked up, we've only been gone a couple of days?"

"I gave my housekeeper some time off to spend with her family. Even she needs a break from me."

"Fine. Do we have to go together? Only you can go on your own. I will give you a list of stuff I want in, or I'll just go out on my own later."

"Nope," he pops the P. He does it regularly. "You're coming with me. End of. We need to be seen out and about together."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Stone, couples do shop on their own."

"Don't be such a brat." He turns and places a tall glass under the water dispenser of the fridge. I am irritated, I hate shopping at the best of times unless it is a Gucci or Chanel shop but groceries, yuck. It takes so much time. Back home I get a delivery via the online shopping portal. I mean, I thought everyone did that these days. By the time you get in your vehicle, drive to the store, shop, pack, drive back and unpack, jeez, it's a two hour round trip and I don't have that kind of time privilege. Especially since I'm always up against a deadline and Ruben doesn't give much room for anything other than work.

Trying to get partnership is killing me, I don't even have a real personal life anymore. It sucks and the saddest thing is that this blasted fake dating contract business, is the closest I am getting to personal time. Besides, I am exhausted, the night of sex, all night, the multi orgasms, post morning photoshoot, taking pictures, writing my blog, writing the post up and uploading endless amounts of photos and images of Alex have worn me out.

And of course, being close to Alex is doing strange things to me. I seem to perma-wet if you know what I mean. God knows how often I feel like I need to change my damn panties. It's a freakin joke is what it is. Being close to him is too much for my body to contend with and it's messing with my already messed up brain.

I huff again for good measure, he turns and leans against the countertop, his legs crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed in front of himself and boy does he cast a gorgeous sight. His broad shoulders fill out his tight grey T-shirt, showing off that sexy ink on his arms, the veins on his forearms pop and that's him doing basically nothing, his narrow hips make me bite my lower lip. I suck in some air.

"What's up, Petal finding me hard to resist?"

"Fuck off, Stone. You are the worst. No actually I don't find you hard to resist."

"Yeah, you do, admit it. There's nothing wrong with liking the look of someone. I for one love looking at you. You've become my favorite thing to look at now. And I love the way you smell, it's so feminine. What fragrance is that you wear?"

"Miss Dior." I reply without hesitating, it's my all time favorite, florally, and fresh fit for any season or event. Not too heavy and suits my skin. He nods. His ice blue eyes give me a glance over from my face, down my chest where he lingers and wets his bottom lip, causing me to want to clench my thighs, down to my core, my legs and my feet.

"I sure do like looking at you, Lane. You're a vision standing there right now, like an angel from heaven."

What did he just say? I look a friggin' hot mess. My brown hair is in a messy bun atop my head, scraggy bits are falling down, my mascara is smudged from dozing off on the flight and I have no lipstick on. My jeans are those ripped kind because they're comfortable for flying and I'm wearing my old college hoodie over my bodystocking. How on earth can I look like a vision much less an angel? I think him having sex with me has addled his brain or fried it.

"Not going to get me shopping with you, Stone."

He finishes his water and grabs his keys from the island and walks towards me. When he's so close I can feel his warm breath on my face he lowers his head, I glance up, my lips part. Is he coming in for a kiss? A little kiss won't hurt anything, right? I mean, what's a kiss when you've been fucked senseless, even if it is by someone you can't stand. Only, I know I've crossed that mental barrier in my head, and I think I do like this man. He's been a model man since I arrived, except his mouth on occasion when he's been an outright pig at the beginning. But lately he's been courteous, sweet, playing with Honey Belle which made my ovaries ache and in bed he made sure that I was pleasured before himself. Always a good mark in my book.

He is that close that I can make out the flecks of green in his eyes, he has interesting eyes, and I could easily drown in them. My breath hitches. "Anytime you want round two, Petal, you just let me know. Now let's be going." He walks past me and slaps my ass causing me to jump and shriek at the same time.

I hiss at him; he chuckles and rolls the keys around his forefinger. "If you don't come with, you'll starve I'm not shopping for your bits. Besides don't you need some lady stuff like cosmetics, shampoos and the like? You're running empty."

Huh? How does he know that? Did he check my stuff? Why would he do that? The man is so fucking weird. I go over and give Honey-Belle a stroke on the head she moves slightly but doesn't bother to open her eyes, gentle snoring coming from her tiny body. I check her water bottle is food and that she has kibbles if she wakes up and then follow Alex Stone's cute ass out the door.

He's waiting on the passenger side, "get in," he tells me, I glare at him feeling like a hot, panting mess right now. I'll admit I am mildly pissed that he wasn't actually going to kiss me, because right now my lips are tingling for him to lean his against them. Am I craving Alex Stone? Oh, Lord, seriously?