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When Fangirls Lie
When Fangirls Lie
Marian Tee
Prologue
“That’s him, isn’t it? Staffan!” Carmina Virgil was the first one to spot the
limousine driving out of the underground parking lot. Thousands of women who
also lined the street echoed her scream, all of them waiting to catch even just a
“I effing love you!” the brunette next to her yelled as the limousine inched near-
er, its journey impeded by the fans doing their best to get past the human barricade
that stood in their way. The hotel management had called police officers to the
scene, their private security unable to handle the hysterical fans that did everything
Carmina rolled her eyes even as she continued recording the limousine moving
in front them at a snail’s space. Typical fangirl bullshit, she thought as she irritably
pushed her red locks away. Why couldn’t they say it like it was? They didn’t love
It was a good thing she had no such misconceptions. She was a fan of Staffan
because he sang well, danced well, and – according to the other Gs – he fucked
unbelievably well, too. Maybe if she was lucky, she’d learn about it firsthand, too.
A wide-eyed teenage girl with glasses next to Carmina asked in a shaky yell, “Is
“Like this what?” Carmina’s head started to ache. With the throng of crazy ob-
sessed fans jostling behind them, it was a challenge to keep eye contact with the
younger girl.
The younger girl waved a hand. “Is it always this crazy?” Her voice was slightly
muffled as a more aggressive wave of incoming fans tried to move past her.
Giving up recording, Carmina slipped her phone back in her jacket’s inner
pocket and yelled back, “Is this your first time going to his concert?”
The girl nodded. Or at least Carmina thought she did since the younger girl had
started to drown amidst the chaos. Taking pity, Carmina grabbed the girl’s hand,
uncaring of who she elbowed in her way. She pulled the younger girl to her. “It’s
bitch-eats-bitch every time with the Sex God’s concert, hon. And this? It’s nothing.
You should have seen his concerts in Europe. I went to his concert in Netherlands
once.” Her scalp tinged at the memory. It wasn’t a good tingle, not when she
remembered a German chick pulling her back by the hair just to catch a closer
She said feelingly, “Freaking insanity! Half of the audience went topless in
Somebody accidentally knocked the younger girl’s head from behind, and
Carmina shrieked furiously, “Watch your hand!” She glanced at her companion,
who was doing her best not to be swept away by the tidal wave of other aggres-
sively adoring fans. Almost every woman in the crowd was chanting his name like
they only needed to see Staffan Aehrenthal trademark smirk to have the most stu-
pendous orgasm.
The younger girl shrieked again, and Carmina immediately reached out to res-
cue her companion from the crowd. She sighed. “This isn’t the place for kids like
you.”
“I just wanted to see him in person, and I didn’t have enough money to watch
his concert.” There was a faraway gaze in the younger girl’s eyes as she looked up.
Carmina didn’t have to look the same way to know what made her companion lose
God.
The larger-than-life tarpaulin hanging from the concert venue’s front wall show-
cased an obviously tall man with longish blond hair, an angel’s face and an utterly
His black blazer was exquisite in its cut, just like the silk shirt underneath it, al-
most completely unbuttoned to reveal more than an eyeful of his muscular chest.
The matching trousers he wore were just as stylish, but there was nothing elegant
at all about the more than noticeable bulge under his pants.
He had been photographed leaning against the wall, hands inside his pockets,
but the ordinary posture did nothing to diminish the bold and vibrant energy he
ble statue, but there was nothing at all elegant about the raw sexuality burning in
his eyes.
Carmina suppressed a sigh. “Do you know John Lennon and Yoko Ono?”
Save me from Beliebers who just discovered what sexy truly meant, Carmina
thought. There should really be sexier boy bands. There had to be some kind of
middle ground between The Bieber and Staffan Aehrenthal, some way to prevent
young girls like the one in front of her from losing their virginity to the first tat-
“Umm, no. Let’s just say that John Lennon used to be a really popular rockstar
“So…what is it?”
“She became the most hated bitch on the planet.” Carmina turned back to face
the street, where the limousine had only managed to move past them by several
feet. “Staffan Aehrenthal isn’t something you can order for yourself. He’s like this
The teenage girl didn’t answer. She was too busy gazing dreamily at thirty-foot
Carmina shook her head. Oh well, at least she had tried. She gazed back at the
poster. It was really those eyes’ fault. No one could ever be immune to the mes-
~~~
whisky in one hand and his iPad on the other, Staffan Aehrenthal cursed out loud
Outside, hundreds of fans lined the road leading into the airport, screaming his
believed he really was the king of the world, and that he could have anything he
But things had changed now, so much so that he had been living like a bad-
tempered monk since the start of his first world tour. Sex was his only stress re-
liever, but for the longest time he wasn’t able to find someone who could stir his
cock to life even just an inch. All he needed was a fucking inch, and he could make
Gritting his teeth in frustration, Staffan returned his attention to the rest of the
headlines.
He rolled his eyes when he caught sight of what the press had dubbed him and
The other headlines were just as bad. What was it with American media and
their inexplicable obsession over the most absurd titles? The U.S. leg of his tour
had barely started and already they had a dozen nicknames for him.
Mr. Fucktastic
These people were insane. They made it sound like his countrymen were so
fucking obsessed – literally – that they actually kept a list for man whores.
He clicked on the next page that Constantijin – a Dutch billionaire who had
been his friend since their boarding school days and was also one of the so-called
This one you will love, Constantijin had typed on top of a red arrow pointing
down.
Staffan almost choked at what he had read. Clearly, his friend had saved the
A fan-made collage created by someone named Starry Eyed had been pasted
below the title, featuring rows and rows of his red carpet photos and paparazzi
snapshots.
He wanted to puke at the title. They made him sound like a fucking fashionista
with a dick.
designed, his shirts made from the finest cotton and smoothest silk, his trousers
bearing only labels of European’s leading houses of fashion and his shoes and
All those didn’t mean he welcomed being in every fashion police’s Best-
Dressed list. Other men might have considered that an achievement, but as far as
They didn’t know that his almost fanatic obsession in having the best clothes
was a by-product of his childhood, of the times Staffan had been forced to alter-
nate between two shirts until there were more holes than clothes in them, had no
fucking uniform to use for school, and had nearly peed in utter shame whenever he
was forced to go to Mrs. Gustav next door because he was close to starving to
death.
Running an irritated hand through his hair, Staffan tossed the iPad on the
His phone rang. He accepted the request for the FaceTime call and a second
later, the faces of Constantijin and his friend’s girlfriend popped out on the screen.
“How was the email?” Constantijin asked with a grin. An extremely good-looking
He had also been notorious for his unsmiling ways, but that, too, had changed
Constantijin’s bark of laughter was cut short when Yanna slapped his arm. She
gave Staffan a sweetly apologetic smile. A pretty, dark-haired charmer, Yanna had
easily won him over with her sometimes-shy and sometimes-bubbly personality.
Constantijin choked.
Yanna blushed.
“Goddammit, Staffan, I’m the only one who can make Yanna blush,” Constan-
tijin growled.
“Just tell him what we called him for so I can get you naked---”
Eyes widening, Yanna slapped her hand over Constantijin’s mouth. Clearing her
throat, “Umm, anyway, I just wanted to remind you that it’s the 30th today, Staffan.
“I know you’re tired after your concert and you’d rather relax---”
Staffan shook his head. “You were right in reminding me.” He checked his
watch, a slim gold type that had no doubt added to his newfound “fashionista”
image. Earlier, he had even heard one of the popular morning show hosts refer to
God save him from all these fucking comparisons. David Beckham? He had
utter respect for the man, but they were too different. The soccer player had the pa-
tience to stand in front of camera for hours, but Staffan found it literally hell to be
still for more than five minutes, and especially when it had to be for photo shoots.
“Staffan?”
He shook the irritable thoughts of photo shoots away and glanced at his watch
again. Fuck. 10 minutes before midnight. “I need to put the phone down. I have to
“Understood.” Yanna beamed at him. “We look forward to spending more time
He gave her his sexiest smile. “After the tour, I’ll go straight to you, darl---” The
last thing Staffan saw was Constantijin kissing Yanna as his friend reached for his
jealousy were extremely amusing, mostly because his friend had never been like
Fuck.
To distract himself, Staffan reached for his iPad again and signed in for the
administrator account of his fan club’s website. He went to the members’ page,
clicked a button to have it sorted according to birthdays, and picked the first name
One of the perks that his fans club members enjoyed was having the chance to
receive a birthday call from Staffan himself. He had been doing it for eight months
now, and so far all the women he had called had acted the same. They would pre-
tend they didn’t recognize his voice, did everything they could to prolong the call,
and when they finally realized that he would be putting the phone down, they’d ask
~~~
Sapphire “Saffi” March tumbled out of her bed in her haste to get to the phone.
It had to be him. It just had to be. She didn’t have any close friends, had never
gone out on a date, and none of her family would ever have considered calling her
After all, an eccentric bookworm like her had no reason to be up this late. No
one would have reason to expect that she was the most diehard of all fangirls and
that her locker had a pin-up of Staffan Aehrenthal, hidden behind the evolutionary
Saffi lost her footing as she got hold of her phone, falling flat on her face as she
pressed the green button to answer the call. “Suffering sardines!” The words es-
caped her as she bit back a groan of pain, her chin connecting with the floor in a
small thump.
On the other end of the line, Staffan sputtered in disbelief when instead of
‘hello’ he heard two words he had never imagined he would hear in his entire life.
Suffering sardines?
Perhaps he had dialed the wrong number? But---did sardines actually suffer?
Saffi quickly stuck the phone to her ear, hoping he had not put it down yet.
“H-hello?”
He had probably imagined it, Staffan thought. He decided to put his half-empty
glass of whiskey away, placing it back on the glass cabinet hidden cleverly behind
one of the limousine’s paneled doors. Nothing good would come out from chat-
“Is this---” He glanced at his iPad to confirm the name. “Saffi March?”
Saffi swooned.
That voice. Oh dear, THAT VOICE. How many times had she dreamt of Staffan
Aehrenthal saying her name? It was pointless to count. It was that many.
Wondering where he could be as he talked to her on the phone, she tried to re-
call the schedule of his tour. Fangirls knew their favorite stars’ schedule the same
way sports buffs could recite the entire season’s schedule of games.
Tonight, he would probably on his way to JFK Airport since Staffan Aehrenthal
was well-known as a man of habit. And when it came to working while on tour,
there were quite a number of those habits that were, well, notorious.
naked.
Supposedly, Staffan needed stress relief more often than a thirsty man needed
to drink water.
Fluttering flounder!
Staffan choked, shooting up on his seat, so amazed that he actually put the
phone away from his ear to stare at it in amazement. This time, he hadn’t been
wrong. This girl was…weird. Funny as hell but she was still weird. Who the fuck
“Sorry, sir, I mean, Mr. Aehrenthal.” She wanted to kick herself several times
the moment the words went out of her mouth. Playful piranhas! Hadn’t she been re-
hearsing for this call the entire month? Hadn’t she firmly told herself every day that
she would not act like Emily Post’s protégé with him?
Staffan Aehrenthal likes his women slutty. The former groupies Saffi was friends
This girl had broken rule #1 for fans: she had not acted coy. She had admitted
It was refreshing to say the least. It was interesting, too, enough for him to sit
up and take notice, enough to make him forget that most women in the world were
THAT VOICE sent shivers down her spine. Saffi slowly covered the mouthpiece
of the phone.
And then she squealed, like a baby, and like the excited fangirl she was.
Staffan stopped speaking. The sudden loss of any sound at all from the other
end was familiar to him. He knew that Saffi had covered the mouthpiece, probably
to…scream? Hug herself? It almost made Staffan smile, but fortunately he held it
back in time.
He was Staffan fucking Aehrenthal, infamous for his cruel tongue and foul-
mouthed ways. He was the type to smirk, sneer, and snarl. But one thing he did not
The moment he heard her lift her hand off the mouthpiece, he drawled out,
Busted.
God, that voice was too fucking cute, mostly because none of the women he
had dated in recent years had ever sounded naturally sheepish. A thought occurred
to him. What the hell did this Saffi March look like anyway?
“Happy birthday, Saffi.” Even as he murmured the words, Staffan was already
clicking her name on the iPad screen. A new page loaded, which included her pro-
file picture.
Fuck was the first thought that came to mind when he saw her. Just one glance
at her photo, and his sexual drought was over, and now he was struggling to keep
Staffan literally wanted to take Saffi March with his cock, see her melting
around him, feel her warmth surrounding him as he made her his.
In the photo, she appeared unbelievably young with her face fresh from
makeup except for the shimmery pink gloss on her lovely bow-shaped lips. If not
for the fact that she had also listed herself as a post-graduate student in her final
year, Staffan would have thought she was still a teenager. And God knew that al-
Saffi March was the most feminine-looking thing Staffan had ever seen in his
life. She had on an Alice in Wonderland costume. The cerulean silk ribbon on her
head was an exquisite contrast with her jet-black hair and almost-as-dark eyes, and
as his eyes moved down, his gaze lingered on the delightful cleavage that the tight
top of her dress revealed. A lightning bolt of desire struck his body, his cock
springing up in attention.
Staffan reluctantly put the iPad down when Saffi spoke again. Fuck, he was so
horny he had an embarrassing feeling he just might jack himself off later on while
“Thanks, Mr. Aehrenthal,” she stammered. She wished she had the guts to call
him Staffan, like she did in her dreams, but in reality it was just too impossible to
do.
Lately, the women he had banged liked to call him that. Mr. Aehrenthal. It irri-
tated him to no end, and when he had asked Yanna – the only woman he consid-
ered his friend nowadays – about it, Yanna had laughingly told him it was the trend
now, something that some kind of book with lots of fifties in it had supposedly
started.
According to a giggling Yanna, being called “Mr. Whatever” was supposed to
be incredibly sexy, but as far as Staffan was concerned, it just made him feel like a
“Mr. Aehrenthal?” Saffi prodded uneasily when the silence between them
lengthened.
His cock swelled even more at the sound of his last name on her lips. He had
never been called “Mr. Aehrenthal” so earnestly, without any attempt on seduction,
ine tossing her Alice in Wonderland skirt up and showing her how it felt to be tum-
bled. By him.
He moved on his seat, his pants feeling unbelievably tight. That did it. To hell if
it was going to make him appear like a fucking pervert. He would definitely jack off
Staffan started to assure her that there wasn’t any problem when a warning
beep sounded, reminding him that his phone’s battery was about to die on him any
second.
Frustration seared him. “My phone’s about to die.” He paused, expecting her
to protest, to do what all the girls he had previously called did just to make him
stay on the phone longer. But she didn’t. That confused him, which he didn’t like at
all, making Staffan speak more sharply than usual as he asked, “Do you want to say
Saffi’s silent response meant more than any words could say, her hurt traveling
Shit. Now he knew why the girl wasn’t saying anything. It was because she
didn’t believe him, and it was like karma biting him in the ass. It had been his stan-
dard response to cut his call short with the other girls. Yet now that Staffan didn’t
want the call to end, it had to, and she didn’t believe him.
Fuck karma.
“Saffi.” Saying the name out loud made him pause. It seemed as if his world
had been altered with it, and the change was eternally binding. It was like fucking
Saffi did not want to hear false apologies from Staffan, the thought of it not sit-
ting well with her for some strange reason. Humiliation colored her cheeks, mak-
ing her privately thankful that she was only having an ordinary call with Staffan in-
Mentally squaring her shoulders, she decided to take his words by face value
anyway---because that was what a true fangirl would do: accept that famous per-
sonalities were humans, too, and they had off days like ordinary humans had.
She interrupted him quickly, “I, umm, do have something to say.”
Staffan told himself not to expect too much. Even though Saffi March had so
far proven different from all his pre-conceived notions of women who were after
his fame, fortune, and fucking, in the end she would still be like the rest. She would
Staffan stiffened.
Saffi said with nervous determination, “I love how you dance. I love how you
sing. I love your lyrics, and I just think…it would be such a waste if it’s true that
you’ve been…”
Staffan’s heart started to beat fast. Then he told himself that she wouldn’t say
it. Of course she wouldn’t because at the end of the day, she was his fucking fan,
she worshipped the fucking ground he walked on, and she would never risk an-
Saffi closed her eyes. “I just hope you’d realize how much you mean to your
fans, Mr. Aehrenthal,” she whispered. “I just hope you’d stop…doing the…stuff
you’ve been doing recently because we really don’t want to lose you. You have so
much to give.”
He should have been incensed. She was a fucking nobody, and he was Swe-
He should have been creeped out. Was she a fucking stalker or what? How the
fuck did she know that he had been drinking every night and taking the craziest
risks that his insurance company had terminated its contract with him?
Staffan wasn’t even creeped out, not when the earnestness in her angelic voice
made him remember the old days, back when he used to be in her shoes once, and
he, too, had been one of the first to know what was happening with the singers he
had idolized. In fact, it was because he had been such a great fan of another rock
legend that he had found his mentor – and eventually his calling.
“Ooooh. Are you checking her Facebook again?” Yanna suddenly appeared at
Staffan managed to snatch his Macbook away from her, slamming it shut to
the balcony walked back into the hotel room. He was gorgeous and impeccably
dressed, his coldly beautiful face softened by the smile that touched his lips when
he saw Yanna.
Staffan scowled at the other man. “Control your girlfriend, will you?”
Constantijin Kastein settled into one of the armchairs. “Were you?” His ques-
tion was directed at his friend, but all he had eyes for was the woman he loved,
sending her a lazy smile while his gaze promised her something wicked.
Yanna blushed, but already she was walking towards Constantijin, her body
“Was I what?” Staffan had to say the question twice before Constantijin finally
heard him, leaving him exasperated and amused with the lovesick way the pair
His friend only grinned in response, taking Staffan’s baleful look as an affir-
mative. But Constantijin was quickly distracted, with Yanna finally reaching his
side. When she made an attempt to sit on the armrest, he shook his head and
“Constantijin!” Even though they had been dating for almost a year now, she
still wasn’t used to her Dutch billionaire’s extremely public displays of affection.
Yanna glared in response. When she tried to get up, Constantijin pulled her
back and murmured, “Stay, schat.” She sank back onto him after that, never able to
resist his tender commands.
like hearing it, didn’t like to remember that once he had been like that with a
woman, too. But unlike Yanna, that woman had ended throwing him under the bus
and running Staffan over as many times as she could get away with it.
He said abruptly, “I want to go over the list of raffle draw winners for the tickets
one last time.” When the operational head of his fan club filed for sick leave, Yanna
had volunteered to step in, thus becoming in charge of all promotions meant to in-
Yanna gasped, scrambling off Constantijin’s lap as she exclaimed, “I forgot the
list! I think it’s in the car. Constantijin had it with him but I don’t remember him
taking it out.”
Knowing that Staffan’s words were only an alibi to get Yanna out of the room,
Constantijin shot him a dark look before offering, “Let me get it, Yanna.”
But Yanna had already fished out the car key from his pocket. “No, it’s okay. Let
me get it while you stay here and catch up with Staffan.” She sent him a teasing
“Yes,” Yanna sang over her shoulder as she skipped to the doorway, “you to-
tally do!”
This constant teasing had at first bothered Staffan. In the years he had been
going out with Chloe, they had only ever teased each other about sex. His history
with Chloe had made him think that the other couple was unlikely to stay together
for long.
Constantijin was an overtly sexual man, his appetite for women known by the
entire world, while Yanna had obviously led a sheltered life. But after spending
more time with the two, Staffan had realized that somehow the love-hate chemistry
between the pair worked, and it did so in a way that he and Chloe had never experi-
enced, no matter how intensely passionate things had always been between them.
The moment the door closed behind Yanna, Constantijin said, “Next time use
“She’s only going to tell your head of security to get stuff from your car,” he
said exasperatedly. “How hard can that be?”
Constantijin shook his head. “Wait until that girl on Facebook has her hooks in
“Just tell me if it’s done,” he growled, hating how the two made it appear as if
he was stalking Saffi March. And he wasn’t. He just…liked checking out what she
was doing online because she was too amusing for words. And unique.
She was unlike any girl he had known. Through his near-constant digging on-
line, Staffan had learned that Saffi was taking up some kind of deep-as-hell post-
A smile almost cracked on his lips as he remembered how she would post
gushing thoughts about her paper on subjects like Ocean Law and Advanced Ichthy-
ology. And between those posts, he remembered her comments on every fucking
God he’s so…YUMMY.lol, she had commented on a photo taken of Staffan wear-
ing nothing but a skimpy pair of black swimming shorts while he had been vaca-
tioning in Hawaii. The comment had aroused him – he very much liked the idea of
Saffi thinking his body was “yummy” - but it also completely bemused Staffan how
someone so obviously smart and proper like Saffi was also a diehard fangirl of his.
His friend looked at him pointedly. “Apparently, there’s no need to wait. You
haven’t even seen her in person and she already has you wrapped around her fin-
“Shut up.” He pulled on his collar, feeling like the air-conditioning in his room
had stopped working. “Just tell me if you sent the tickets or not!”
Staffan’s chest eased, and only then did he realize that he had been partially
holding his breath. He had cared that much about the outcome, and the knowledge
“I got her signature on the acknowledgment receipt. She got the ticket.”
Constantijin’s smirk mirrored his own, making Staffan realize how fucking arro-
gant he could look when he was the one doing it. Irritatingly arrogant, he thought as
Constantijin continued to smirk.
out the suite when Staffan answered him with a one-fingered response.
His friend gestured towards his laptop. “Just fucking do it while Yanna’s not
“Go to hell.” But Staffan was already opening his laptop and indulging in his
secret hobby for the past three months. By using the Facebook account of his fan
club, he was instantly connected to Saffi’s. And her page was very illuminating.
Staffan’s eyes widened when he read the topmost conversation thread at her
wall.
Seeing his expression, Constantijin swiftly crossed the room, standing behind
“Goddammit, Kastein. When did you turn into a fucking gossip?” He tried to
close his laptop again, but Constantijin quickly swiped his laptop out of the table.
Saffi: Yep! I’ve got the concert and plane tickets already. *Sigh* What can I say?
He loves me so much that he can’t bear to go on stage without me watching from the
front row.
Helene: ROFL
Saffi: No, really. He totally texted me that. He even said he’s going to die if he
Helene: Yeah, sure, sure. Enjoy the concert! So happy for you!
Saffi: lol I will. Thanks, Helene! Will post pics as soon as I can.
When Yanna came back, Constantijin was still in the throes of laughter and
But his friend was suddenly selectively deaf. He said very seriously, “Let’s just
say I found out from an extremely reliable source that our good friend here will
apparently die---”
“L.A.” Saffi’s mother, Pearl, sounded shell shocked as she repeated the name of
her youngest child and only daughter’s destination. “And without the bodyguards?”
A part of the five-way-call that Saffi had initiated, Senator Samuel March – who
“No, it’s not. I bought first class. I’m checked in at a five-star hotel, and I’ve
had the hotel hire my own driver and car while I’m here. You guys always tell me
“But L.A.”
In spite of her resolve to stand firm, Saffi found herself smiling at the note of
real distress in her mother’s voice. There were several coughs from the other ends
of the line, and she guessed that her other siblings, Steel and Silver, were doing
Pearl Beaufort March was a lady’s lady, a woman who could trace her lineage all
the way back to its Mayfair legacy. She had been educated in an all girls’ school
and a ladies’ college, and she had never taken the Lord’s name in vain.
Saffi was honest enough to admit that she wasn’t the most street smart person
in the world, but Pearl was even worse, a throwback from centuries past, the kind
who thought women were quite “brazen” to say ‘hi’ to a man without a proper
introduction.
“But what about your fishies, sis?” This one was from Silver, who was three
years older than Saffi. “Can you bear to leave them for the weekend?”
She rolled her eyes. “Hmph! As if you really care.” Even so, she made a mental
note to herself to call Mary, the undergrad student living across from her room.
Saffi had to make sure Mary would indeed look after her aquatic pets.
Steel, five years older and the more serious minded of her brothers, asked qui-
etly, “Can’t you reconsider, Saffi? At least keep one bodyguard with you.”
“No.” She obeyed them all the time, and had no problems doing so. But this
was different. This was…not for them to know about her. “You all know you can
trust me, right? I’m not the type to go wild. You know that.” She crossed her fin-
gers as she spoke, hoping God wouldn’t strike her dead for saying such a big
“Fine,” the senator said in a heavy tone. “You win. But only because you asked
She loved these guys so, so much. They were all so, so perfect she wished she
could be like them and not be – literally – the odd fish in the family and a girl too
~~~
“I see her, boss,” Bob, Staffan’s personal bodyguard, reported from the re-
stricted area next to the stage, a section strictly reserved for VIPs. Basically, that
meant a mixture of the rich and famous, groupies with connections, and fan club
Staffan had given Bob a copy of Saffi March’s photo as well as explicit instruc-
tions of what Bob was supposed to do the moment he saw his quarry. And now
Staffan held his breath as Bob’s phone immediately swung to the left, the
screen shaking up and down a little before steadying, zooming on the bare belly-
button of a girl.
Staffan raised a brow. There wasn’t much written on Saffi’s FB page but her pic-
tures spoke a thousand words. Also, she was a girl who had spent almost a decade
studying fish. She definitely wasn’t the kind of girl who’d wear a cropped top that
“That’s not---”
He shut up as the camera of Bob’s phone zoomed out, allowing him a glimpse
Staffan suddenly felt like he had warped into another dimension, one where
everything the opposite of reality had come true. Because what he was seeing now
Gone was the very prim and almost nun-like Saffi March he had gotten to know
through his daily updates from Facebook, Twitter, and even her fucking Pinterest
account.
Her hair had been transformed into a riot of big wild curls. Dramatic make-up
had turned her eyes bigger and darker while her body, usually covered in preppy
outfits, was now almost naked with her cropped shirt and the shortest skirt Staffan
had ever seen in his life. Goddammit! That skirt looked more like underwear in
denim!
Staffan’s temper, which was always easily ignited, burned red hot at the thought
of other men in the area being able to see Saffi March’s almost naked body. Why
the hell was his Saffi dressed like this? Was she here on a date? Was she---
Saffi’s head was suddenly turning left and right, drawing his attention and mak-
ing Staffan temporarily stop with his mental tirade. Her brows were puckered as
she listened in apparent concentration to the screams of the other fans next to her.
And then she was shouting, “Staffan Aehrenthal! Have sex with me!”
His jaw dropped, and he nearly dropped his phone, too, unable to believe what
he had just heard Saffi scream – and was still hearing her scream.
The women that had been screaming next to her gave Saffi high-fives, which
she returned happily, a giddy look on her face. And then they were all screaming
the same thing, laughing afterwards, and the cycle repeated itself.
He shifted on his feet, aware of how his pants had become suddenly and
uncomfortably tight.
And she never failed to make him want to fuck her either.
~~~
Deafening screams rocked the concert venue when all the lights went out and
the first recognizable notes of Poison, Staffan Aehrethenal’s first worldwide hit,
played. When the lights blazed back, an uproar of screams and cries rose from the
crowd.
Staffan stood in the middle of the stage, dressed in a tux, his beautiful face un-
smiling but the heat in his fuck-me eyes more than made up for it.
Saffi swooooooned. The girls around her swooned. Everyone swooned, includ-
ing even some of the bouncers lined up next to the stage since apparently they
Staffan moved closer and closer to the edge of the stage, his every step infin-
itely sexy with its precision and grace, his hand gestures wondrously defined and in
Her heart got all choked up at the sight of him performing live, her throat run-
ning dry.
There was nothing as beautiful as seeing Staffan Aehrenthal dance. It was sheer
poetry in motion, and he never failed to seduce his faithful audience with every lit-
tle move he made. There were just no words to describe the heart-thumping excite-
ment he evoked from his fans no matter how fast or slow he danced. And when he
started to sing, too, oh God, how it made Saffi’s body tremble with desire!
She gasped.
She knew she must be imagining it. She must be. He couldn’t be---
The line of bouncers suddenly split into two from the center, just in time to let
Staffan jump down from the stage. And then he was walking towards Saffi, his eyes
Saffi’s gasp came out strangled, and it became harder and harder to breathe as
Staffan came closer, a six-foot-five silver-haired man whose face was literally the
first and last thing she saw before she slept and when she woke up. He was the
subject of her laptop, tablet, and phone’s screensaver, the pin-up in her high
school locker, and she even had limited edition collectible photo in her wallet.
Before she knew it, Staffan was already standing right in front of her, too gor-
eyes. Surely she had to be mistaken. Surely those eyes didn’t say---
As he pulled her close, the screams all around them became louder. But even
so, she heard Staffan very well as he whispered to his ear, “I’m going to fuck you
now.”
And the next thing she knew, he was taking her up the stage.
Staffan Aehrenthal taking a girl from the crowd and dancing with her on stage
was nothing unusual. He did it in every single one of his concerts. She had been
aware of that, and she had envied all the girls who had the privilege of dancing with
him. But what she didn’t know was that dancing with Staffan meant something en-
tirely unexpected.
Staffan held her close, singing, not saying a word to her even if it was his back-
up vocals’ turn to sing. But with every chance he got, his hands would graze her
breasts, pinching her nipples to life. Every time he would twirl her around, his
hands would be brushing against her most private part, the one that had started to
Saffi was on fire, in heat, and out of her mind with desire. She was utterly mes-
merized, and all she could do was follow Staffan’s lead as he continued to arouse
A part of her was completely shocked. He was seducing her…not just in public
but on stage. At a concert that thousands of mobile phones were presently record-
She should be running away from him now, but she couldn’t. All Saffi could do
was look and feel Staffan Aehrenthal touch her. All she could think was him.
The look on Saffi March’s face almost made Staffan lose his concentration.
Dammit. She looked so fucking sweet, so ripe for fucking, that only his sense of
professionalism, honed in the years he had worked in the music business, kept
him from losing control and taking her then and there.
He had always done this. Always. But only Saffi threatened his control.
Saffi gasped when Staffan suddenly turned her around to face him, her back to
the crowd. He pulled her close, their bodies touching, and she gasped as she felt
She whimpered. Oh, but how could she not when his fingers were dipping into
her skirt and panties until he was touching her very wetness?
Staffan’s body shook at how warm and tight Saffi was, the images of Saffi’s
body welcoming his cock similarly lending an added roughness to his voice that
Without missing a beat, he sang and danced a sexy slow dance with her, his
hips pushing against hers, which caused his fingers to thrust inside her more
deeply.
She whimpered again, and the sound almost forced him to the edge.
The electrifying beats of his music echoed the way her heart pounded, and
combined with his thrusting and conquering fingers, Saffi knew she was just sec-
The backstage dancers suddenly converged around them, the last notes of his
song playing, and Staffan shoved his fingers in and out of her faster and harder.
When the lights turned out, Saffi felt Staffan abruptly go down, tossing her skirt up
and biting her lace-covered clit as his fingers pushed all the way in.
As her eyes closed, all Saffi could think was, so this was what being hand-selected
meant.
Chapter Two
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“Wait for me.” Ninety minutes had already passed since she came down from
the stage with quaking knees yet Staffan’s words, uttered in a low, dark, and velvety
The backstage area was crowded with dancers waiting in the wings together
with reporters, Gs, and Staffan’s security team. It was easy to slip past them with-
out anyone noticing, and she did so as quickly as she could, heading to the closest
She slipped inside the restroom and sighed in relief upon finding it empty, its
silence soothing and welcoming. After locking the door of her cubicle, Saffi pulled
She needed a couple of minutes to herself, a quiet and private time to…freak
out.
Her first orgasm. Her first public orgasm. Her first orgasm with Staffan
Aehrenthal. Bamboozling bass! Just the memory of it had Saffi sucking in her breath,
body tingling, and reducing her exceptionally advanced mind into a single-celled
organ capable of only just one thought: she was going to DIEEEEEE.
Had Staffan Aehrenthal really taken her on stage with him? Had he really done
that to her? And had he really told Saffi to wait for him?
She sighed, the sound rebounding inside the air-conditioned restroom. Every-
thing still seemed so surreal. Maybe someone more sophisticated would have
taken things like this in stride, but Saffi had never been sophisticated. In spite of
the wealth and status that came with being a Beaufort and a March, Saffi had al-
ways felt the odd and ugly duckling in the circles her family moved in. Nothing as
spectacular as this had ever happened to her, and she was strongly tempted to slap
She closed her eyes, and the memories of Staffan walking towards her, taking
her up to the stage, and dancing with her easily came to mind. The beauty of his
face, the silky hardness of his skin under her fingers, the heat of his touch---
It was good not being Saffi March. The real Saffi would never have been able to
do any of the things she did. She would never have looked like this in the first
place. But this weekend, she was reborn with two simple goals:
But after what happened on stage, Saffi dared give herself another goal.
Saffi didn’t care if she was being silly or not. She knew where her life was head-
ing, and it didn’t have any room for something like love. She accepted that, wasn’t
bitter at all about it but before making the ultimate sacrifice, Saffi was determined
So her next strategy: figure out a way to keep her virginity a secret from Staffan
until he’s taken it away. He was extremely notorious for not wanting inexperienced
women in his bed, and Saffi had a feeling that she was the least experienced female
It was a problem she was still mulling over when she stepped out of the cubicle
– and found herself staring back at four beautifully dressed women, all of them
clearly older than Saffi. Just as obvious was the fact that they were diehard fangirls
of Staffan as well since they had wristbands that only Tier II members of Staffan’s
The silence between them lengthened into something tense and uneasy. It was
weird how she totally hadn’t heard any of the women come in. Finally, Saffi said
No one returned her smile, and Saffi took an instinctive step back when one of
the women moved towards her. The other woman wore a black cotton dress, with
lacy long sleeves and a knee-length hem. It should have made her look seductive,
but her cold eyes made the other woman look more like a jail warden in heels in-
stead.
Saffi stiffened, having no problems understanding what the other fangirls want-
ed. Her fingers tightened around her backstage pass, clutching it to her chest like it
was her lifeline. No way was she going to give this up without a fight. If she did, it
could mean that they would be “hand selected” like she had been. She didn’t give a
fig about the women who were hand selected in the past, but the thought of Staffan
doing the same thing with other women – now – definitely bothered her.
Warden Chick looked at her companions over her shoulder and their cued
Catapulting catfish! This was not…good. “I, umm, have nothing you could pos-
sibly want. You guys are so obviously prettier and more, umm, loaded than I am,
so what could I have that you don’t?” She tried sneaking past them, but one of
Warden Chick’s companions shoved her back, hard enough for Saffi’s back to hit
Saffi had never ever been in a catfight in her entire life, but tonight was appar-
ently going to be her first. Her fists clenched. Well, they’d see for themselves soon
“Don’t make this hard for yourself, groupie,” Warden Chick sneered.
Saffi lifted her chin. “I’m not going to give over what I know is mine.”
Saffi held her breath, preparing for a fight for death. But before the women
could take another menacing step closer, the door flew open and another batch of
Her eyes widened. It was them! The women who had talked her into screaming
One of the new arrivals glanced at her in surprised recognition. “Hey. It’s you,
the one who---” The older woman – whose name was Carmina if Saffi recalled cor-
rectly - stopped speaking, her own eyes narrowing when she saw Warden Chick.
“This isn’t your business,” Warden Chick- or rather Mitch – snapped. “So stay
out of it.”
Carmina stalked forward, forcing Mitch to step back. “Of course this is our
Looking at the two of them, Saffi felt like she was watching something straight
Mitch sniffed. “Why am I not surprised? You look all the same.” And she
“Yeah, well, that’s what Staffan Aehrenthal likes, haven’t you heard? Unlike you
This was probably a good time to make it clear that Saffi had started out as a
fangirl but had decided to convert to the groupies’ religion for her nineteenth birth-
day because Staffan Aehrenthal liked his women slutty. She opened her mouth to
catfight, literally untouched but surrounded by screaming and hissing women. She
gasped when one of Mitch’s followers made a swipe at her backstage pass, taking
Saffi by surprise. She quickly tried to grab it back, managing to catch a corner of
the card. The other woman pulled it back at the same time.
The tearing sound put a halt to the entire fight, everyone gazing at the torn
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Mitch’s giggle sounded as awful as a squealing mouse
caught in a rat trap. She pulled out something from her bag. “Good thing me and
my girls have this!” She waved a backstage pass at Saffi, making her gasp.
“Why?” Her tone was heavy with confusion. Saffi couldn’t understand at all why
Mitch had taken such lengths to get her pass when all of them apparently had one
already.
Mitch’s laugh was incredulous. “You really had to ask?” She threw Saffi and the
others a look of disgust. “Because groupies like you don’t deserve to be near
Staffan.”
It was, Saffi had to admit, a great exit line, and all she could do was blink back
tears as Mitch and her companions headed towards the door. All she could see
was Staffan Aehrenthal hand-selecting Mitch and company. The thought made her
sick. She had to think of a way to get inside the backstage area. Surely the bouncer
at the exit remembered her face? Surely Staffan himself would remember her?
Right?
Seeing the tears brightening the younger girl’s eyes, Carmina stuck her foot just
as Mitch walked past her, catching the other woman in surprise and causing her to
fall flat on her face. Her friend shut the door on Mitch’s face, which was slowly
Carmina touched Saffi’s shoulder hesitantly. “Hey.” This one was definitely new
to a G’s world. No G she knew in her entire life was this…soft. Carmina’s lips trem-
bled with suppressed laughter as the younger woman tried to sniff back her tears
with a loud odd sound, something like a cross between a pig’s snort and a car’s
honking horn.
When the other girl released another one of her freaky snorts, Carmina’s hand
trembled in her effort not to let her laughter out. “It’s…ah…okay.” She cleared her
throat, willing the laughter to go away, staring hard at Saffi’s face because she
didn’t want to look at the other Gs. They were all laughing silently, those horrible
bitches. Couldn’t they see that this girl was completely distraught?
Yet another snort came out from Saffi’s delicate, rosebud-shaped mouth, and
After clearing her throat several times, Carmina told Saffi, “Don’t worry about
the backstage pass, hon. We groupies have our own way of getting in.”
Ten minutes later, and Saffi wasn’t sure if she had heard Carmina and the
bouncer – who wasn’t the same guy that let her out earlier –were saying.
~~~
“Err, boss, I think you need to come out.” Bob stood at the doorway of
Staffan bit back an impatient retort, not wanting anyone to know how he was
burning to have Saffi March back in his arms again. He had so many plans for her,
and the way he had imagined countless ways to make Saffi his had added a throat-
ier tone to his voice and an earthier feel to his moves on stage. The result: pande-
monium, with women literally fainting and having to be carried away in stretchers.
“I’m busy.” It had been fifteen minutes since his concert had ended. What the
fuck would he do if Saffi never came back? Had what happened onstage too much
for her? Also, there was the mystery about her ridiculously sexy as hell outfit for
tonight’s concert. Not one in her 357 photos in Facebook had Staffan seen Saffi
dressed anything less than preppy and prim, so why had Saffi suddenly shown up
“I told you---”
“It’s that girl you made me look for, boss. I’m afraid she’s about to do a cock
knob---”
Staffan didn’t hear the rest of what Bob had to say, running past him at those
words. And he had never ever run so fast in his entire life. Absolutely no way in hell
would Saffi March do that kind of thing for anyone but him!
He spied them seconds later, his eyes widening in horror when he saw Saffi - a
mixture of embarrassment and determination on her tiny heart-shaped face –as she
reached out to stroke the bouncer’s cock like a knob---a groupie’s way of gaining
backstage entry.
“ALBERT!”
Saffi jerked her hand away at the roar the same time the bouncer in front her
quickly turned his back to her, stiffening at the knowledge that Staffan was calling
his name.
She looked at Staffan, who was talking to Bob between clenched teeth. Did he
know she was here? She wanted to call his name but felt too shy to.
“I can’t.” She didn’t want Staffan to think she had become an airhead all of a
“Yoo-hoo!” Carmina yelled loudly, waving her arm. “Staffan, the girl you hand
Their eyes met, and just that one glance had Saffi running out of oxygen. Oh
God, even Staffan appearing mad at her just made him look even more gorgeous.
Staffan took his time crossing the hallway, ignoring the outraged gasps coming
from the other women who had backstage passes. The wide-eyed look on Saffi’s
face made Staffan want to shake her. Didn’t she realize how close she had been to
She was his. She had no fucking right to touch any man’s cock for as long as
he wanted her.
Staffan’s gaze strayed to her hands, which she was wringing. It made him think
about those lovely white hands wrapped around his cock. He froze for a moment
then abruptly turned his back to Saffi, not wanting her to see how aroused he was.
It wasn’t the right time yet – not when he still had to make her squirm and force
her to tell the truth. What the fuck was she playing at, making him worry that she
He told Bob what he wanted to happen and stalked back to his dressing room,
knowing he needed more than a few moments to get his raging erection back in
control.
Saffi didn’t let Bob drag her away, not when Carmina and the others were also
Carmina blew her a kiss. “Good luck.” Under her breath, she muttered to her-
self, “You sure will need it.” Carmina had seen the look in the Sex God’s face. Al-
though she wanted a chance to fuck Staffan as well, she knew that it was impos-
sible. That man only had eyes for the girl Staffan’s bodyguard was currently asking
She mentally shook her head. That was it. Saffi was not a groupie, and she
doubted the other girl had ever been one. Any self-respecting G would have known
Gs knew what rockstars really were – assholes who were too fucking good on
Fangirls.
Chapter Three
Staffan sat in front of them, bare-chested, one arm stretched along the back of
the leather couch, which spanned the entire length of one wall. As his lazy gaze
touched them one by one, Saffi tried to look as cool and at ease as the nine other
girls with her inside his dressing room even though she had absolutely no idea
same time?
Staffan managed to stop himself from smirking at the way her gaze flitted about
the room, lingering on the other women but never on him. She was the only person
here who was not comfortable, the only one who wasn’t able to look at him in the
eye.
Good. Maybe in a bit she would cry wolf, and he’d finally understand what she
was up to.
“You.”
Mitch, standing next to her, elbowed her none too gently at the side. “He’s talk-
Staffan’s fingers dug into the couch in an effort to keep him from snatching
Saffi away to his side and ordering his security team outside to take the other
Again, he was struck at how beautiful she was, how innocent she looked even
Staffan likes his women slutty, she reminded herself. Saffi blurted out, “Hot and
wet.”
Staffan coughed, to cover his surprise that someone so nerdy she wanted to
study fish for life had said something like that. To keep his arousal at bay, he
switched his attention to the rest, asking them one question each. When he fin-
ished with all ten, he pointed to the three women he wanted to stay – including
Ooooh. Saffi tried very hard not to show how shocked she was as the other
women left – and Mitch was one of them. Saffi pretended not to notice the other
woman’s hate-filled gaze just before the door slammed shut behind Mitch.
So that was like an elimination round, Saffi mused, and she had just survived it.
She didn’t know if she found the thought amusing or intimidating. Women actually
“First time to get selected?” The older woman gliding to her side whispered.
Everyone here were older than Saffi, and she wondered uneasily if Staffan would
notice it and – worse –hold it against her. Saffi knew a lot of rockstars liked the
Lolita type of girls, but Staffan had always been different. Even when he was just
starting out, Staffan had been known to date women older than him, women who
were so glamorous that they shouldn’t have had given a twenty-something budding
Realizing the other woman was waiting for her to answer, she lied breezily, “My
first time with Staffan. But I, umm, get selected all the time when I tour with,
umm---” Saffi madly searched her mind for a famous name that Staffan surely
Her gaze fell to the clock on the dressing table, which showed the time and
temperature.
“---Celsius,” she said almost giddily. The boy band from Korea was just starting
to be really famous, with their latest single reaching the Top 10 in the US and UK.
when he heard what Saffi and the other woman was talking about. Did she just say
Saffi felt a little proud of herself when the other woman looked at her with re-
spect. Maybe it was because Celsius was known to be really choosy. She had heard
something like that about the group from other fangirls.
“You must be really good. I heard they only do girls able to take them at the
same time.”
Staffan wanted to wring her neck. This night just kept getting crazier and
crazier. Didn’t she know how news traveled lightning fast among Gs? And didn’t
The other woman turned to Staffan. “You have to kick her out. She’s not exclu-
sive.”
Saffi gasped, realizing why the other woman kept asking her all those ques-
tions. It had been a setup! She stammered, “I am exclusive! What I, umm, did with
Celsius was so long ago. It’s over between us. They, umm, begged me to go with
them in their UK tour but I said I wanted to be with Staffan Aehrenthal this time.”
Silence followed her outburst, and if she had to describe it with one word it
Realizing what they had heard her say, Saffi turned deep red and bit her lip very
For the first time in his life, Staffan was torn between enjoying the most painful
erection in his life – and laughing out loud because of the sheer craziness of the
Coughing, Staffan said, “Let’s get on, shall we?” He got to his feet, aware of
how all their eyes devoured him. All he cared about was how Saffi was doing her
best not to stare. It was an epic fail, though, since her eyes were wide, her face was
Saffi couldn’t keep her gaze off Staffan as he walked towards them. Oh, oh,
God. Wait – no – he deserved more. He should be the #1 Sex God in the whole
wide---
which the other women responded. The woman next to her – Saffi would forever
remember her as The Traitor, may she be roasted by the fires of fangirl hell for all
Saffi gnashed her teeth when The Traitor placed a lingering kiss on Staffan’s
Not to be outdone, the petite woman in a tank top and denim shorts standing
farthest from Saffi shoved The Traitor away with her hips, tiptoeing to take Staffan’s
lips for a kiss. Not a few seconds had passed when the third woman – in a red
sleeveless dress and mules – grabbed the second woman by the hair, pulling her
Staffan allowed a moment to pass by before firmly pushing away the woman
The realization blew Staffan’s mind. He rasped out, “How about you---” He let
his voice trail off, waiting for her to say her name so he could let her know that he
remembered her.
About to reveal her true name, Saffi stopped herself in time and said the first
Saffi lifted her chin even though she was already mentally killing herself for the
seventh time. “That’s right. I like to go by that name because I’m, umm, horny all
the time. I’m, umm, very RAWR and all between the sheets and now it’s my turn to,
umm, kiss you---” She stopped abruptly, her brain finally catching up with her
mouth.
Deciding that actions were better than words, Saffi abruptly moved close to
Staffan, taking him by surprise. His scent filled her. Even sweaty as he was after the
concert, Staffan Aehrenthal had the most delicious smell, and the intense look in
his eyes as he waited for Saffi to move just made her feel like she was floating.
Without thinking, she placed her hands on his broad hard shoulders, using it
to pressure him down until he lowered his head enough for their eyes to be at level
with each other. Saffi tiptoed to kiss his forehead, whispering, “I want to drive you
crazy. I want you to know that I’m wet and without my panties---”
Staffan nearly shuddered at her words. Saffi March may be physically innocent,
but her mind definitely wasn’t. And dammit, he found every silky, silly, beautiful
“Out.” It was all he said to the other women before he pulled Saffi towards him,
his fingers sinking into the lush softness of her bottom as he closed the distance
between them.
“That was cheating,” The Traitor muttered as she stalked away. “He didn’t say
The woman in red just laughed. “Be graceful in defeat, darling, and next time-
--do try not to think like a man with a small brain and an even smaller dick.”
All she could do was smile weakly at him, unable to believe that she was again
in the circle of Staffan’s arms, and this time they were alone.
“What are you going to do now?” Staffan asked just to torment her. “I heard
The cool tone of Staffan’s voice unnerved her and she mumbled, “Yes, sir,” be-
fore she could think about it. She winced right after.
The sir made Staffan strive for control, having a hard time fighting off a lot of
things – his smile, his erection, and his desperate urge to fuck Saffi March. She
was a lovely handful in his arms, soft in all the right places, and he fucking loved
how she kept wriggling, driving him wild with her every fidgety move. It amused
him that after all her boldness and bravado, Saffi now appeared unable to figure
You want to look like everyone’s groupie for some reason but you’ll always be a
fangirl.
My fucking fangirl.
And it was going to stay that way.
He stepped back, surprising her when his arms also fell to his sides, releasing
her.
Saffi looked at him fearfully. Had she turned him off with her less than experi-
enced moves?
The term made her smile for some reason. “I like that,” she admitted.
He liked it, too, but Staffan decided not to say anything. He was obsessed with
At his silence, Saffi nervously reached for her top and slowly pulled it over her
head. It took barely a second since it was more like a second layer of
The way Staffan gazed at her, the way he devoured her with his eyes, left Saffi
befuddled with desire. She stood there, frozen, one hand clutching her top, not
knowing where to put it. Should she just drop it to the floor? Should she fold it and
“Drop it---”
Oh.
“Umm…now?”
Right.
Dropping her top, she reached out from behind to unhook her bra. The hook
gave way too easily, not providing her any time to get more of her bearing back.
The bra finally fell, and Staffan swallowed back a groan at the sight of Saffi’s
bare breasts. Fuck. They were the loveliest sight he had ever seen, pale, full, with
rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. In the three months he had been fucking
stalking her in Facebook, there were nights he had imagined seeing Saffi March
naked, her eyes nearly dilated with desire as she touched herself before him. Those
were the times he had been forced to pleasure himself. He had to. No other
woman had aroused him ever since he had talked to Saffi on the phone.
He really was fucking obsessed with Saffi March, and now he was finally going
Trembling with excitement and shyness, she took one small step towards him.
The door burst open, followed by the entire group of Staffan’s backup dancers
flooding in.
She shrieked just as the boisterous group finally noticed her, jaws dropping,
their celebratory shouts cut off. Somewhere from behind, a champagne cork
Staffan instinctively snatched Saffi close, his arms going around her as he
pulled her tightly against him. Her bare breasts pressed hard against his chest, and
“Sapphire?”
Staffan glared at the dancer – a younger lean dark haired man who was too
bloody handsome for his own good. He decided then and there the other man –
Alan Carson –would not be allowed anywhere within a ten-foot radius from Saffi.
Who apparently was also known as Sapphire. So that was where “Saffi” came
from. The thought that Carson knew more than he did about Saffi irked. “Everyone
“We’re sorry,” Eddie – his head choreographer –muttered. “One of the Gs went
The Traitor had struck again, Saffi thought, followed by the realization that every-
one in this room now knew what she and Staffan had been about to do. Worse, one
of those dancers apparently knew her – the real her. Saffi squeezed her eyes shut in
embarrassment.
Staffan glanced down at Saffi when the door closed on the last of his backup.
Her eyes were still closed, her face flushed red. “Sapphire?” he asked, wondering if
So she was still going to lie about it, Staffan thought with a frown. What was her
angle? Why was she pretending? Any other girl would have been more than proud
to tell him about their connection – no matter how flimsy it was.
He took hold of her chin, making Saffi look up at him. “Shall we continue?” he
She gulped. “N-now?” Saffi could still hear noise outside. It was loud – very
much so, and she knew it meant that most – maybe all – of his backup were still
there, waiting.
She was beginning to understand that it was his way of responding to ques-
NO!
When Staffan’s eyes widened, Saffi realized she had said the word out loud –
and more vehemently than she planned. To cover her embarrassment, she
That was the last thing she remembered consciously doing before Staffan com-
pletely took over. His tongue demanded entrance, and her lips parted obediently
under his mouth. She gasped when his tongue slipped in. She couldn’t help mak-
ing the sound since this was her first kiss, too.
Saffi’s arms locked around his neck, moving on its own accord, causing her to
Staffan groaned against Saffi’s lips, the pinprick points of her nipples arousing
him to even greater heights until he was literally aching with need to bury himself
He let his lips trail down slowly, taking his time, loving the fact that he was fi-
nally able to hold in his arms the girl he had been mentally fucking for three
months. As he nuzzled her neck, Staffan asked, “How much do you want me?”
“More than anything else in this world,” she moaned out, her head falling back
as he sucked at her neck. She moaned again as Staffan nipped her neck.
“Then prove it.” He moved down, nuzzling the valley between her breasts, cup-
“H-how?”
Her eyes flew open, but before she could even ask what Staffan meant, he had
squeezed one breast hard, taking it close to his mouth so he could take her entire
“B-but…” Everyone was still outside. They would be able to hear her. Didn’t he
Saffi moaned again, the pleasure driving her crazy as Staffan moved to suck her
other nipple while squeezing the breast he had just abandoned and pinching its tip.
“Louder, H.”
“Don’t make me choose another.” It was a lie, but Staffan knew she would be
too innocent to realize how far gone he was. No man as aroused as he was would
She shook her head again, more wildly this time, even as her eyes begged him
He released her nipple but squeezing both breasts this time, as hard as he
could without hurting her. And then he drew on both her nipples, pulling them as
Saffi obeyed, mindless with passion, her only thought to follow his every com-
mand because she knew what he wanted would be oh so good for them both.
Staffan gripped her hair, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, just before he
Incredibly, he shuddered against her, and the knowledge that he was also
aroused only fed her desire. “Staffan.” She said it again, this time as a moan.
He dropped to his knees, flipping her skirt up and cursing when he realized
uncomfortable wearing them.” Saffi tried not to stumble all over her explanation
but failed.
“This time, baby, I want you to scream as loudly as you can or I’ll be very disap-
pointed.”
He started to lick her, long, slow, and hard, leaving no inch of her wet folds un-
touched.
Her hands found his hair and she started to pull and push, not knowing what
she wanted. All she knew was that he was making her feel too good that it was driv-
ing her insane, making her breathless and wanton. Saffi screamed again, louder
than ever, as he moved up, just enough for his mouth to close on her clit, this time
without any lacy barriers between his lips and her flesh.
“Yes, baby.”
Even as he licked her, he was already fumbling for his pants, groaning against
The wet slapping sounds penetrated her mind – barely – just enough for her to
“Fuck!” Staffan was stunned when Saffi suddenly came in his mouth. He drank
her in, his eyes lifting up to her. She was already staring at him, her eyes wide. Real-
izing that she had actually come because she had seen Staffan jerk himself was too
much. With a few furiously fast strokes of his dick, he was coming as well, his
Saffi swayed in her feet, the explosive pleasure she had experienced, coupled
with the excitement of what happened in the few hours past, proving to be too
much.
“Hey.” Staffan quickly rose to his feet and steadied her.
She could only respond with a weak, still-dazed smile. Had what happened ---
really happened?
Oh, she was so convinced now. Staffan Aehrenthal definitely had to be the one
to take her virginity. No man would ever compare to him after this. She would die a
Staffan gently took her to the couch, wiping her clean with a wet towel. When
he left her, she could only stare at him, mesmerized at how even more beautiful he
was when he was naked, all golden muscles, sleek lines, and that massive tattoo on
his spine, a majestic-looking dragon in fiery shades rising from the waters.
She sighed.
He glanced at Saffi at the sound, and the soft look on her face made his cock
harden once more. He liked the idea that he was the one to put that look on her
face. And this weekend, if he had his way, that was how Saffi was going to look.
After dressing himself, he took out a trench coat from the racks. “Let’s get you
Saffi shyly rose to her feet, feeling absolutely cherished as Staffan carefully
helped her into his coat before pulling both sides tightly close and knotting its belt
just as tightly.
“Umm…just…” She gave up trying to make sense and simply hurried around
the room, picking her bra and stuffing it in one pocket while her cropped top went
to the other pocket. She gnawed at her lip, feeling like she had forgotten some-
thing.
“Are you looking for this?” Staffan held her wristlet bag up with two fingers.
“Oh. Yes. Thanks.” She stuffed it into her pocket with a blush even as she men-
tally berated herself for being such an airhead and acting like a freaking novice! She
Staffan took her hand as he led her out of the dressing room. Outside, her
embarrassment came back tenfold when she saw everyone smirking at her. Oh my
God. They knew. And then she saw Alan Carson and became even more embar-
rassed. Both of them shared the same hometown, had attended the same high
school, and he knew everything about her since his family was in politics, too.
Staffan saw the look of shock and worry in Saffi’s eyes when she saw Carson.
He stiffened. Did she care about what the little twerp thought? Jealousy bit at him
She jumped at the curt and almost angry sound of his voice. This man might
not literally be a rockstar – Staffan didn’t sing rock but most of his American fans,
after seeing his tattoo, liked to think of him as one - but he definitely had the tem-
perament of one. He blew hot and cold so quickly he left her whirling.
Maybe he was beginning to question her disguise. Maybe he had sensed her
embarrassment and was starting to doubt her identity as a groupie. Maybe he was
getting bored with her because he realized he had done most of the work – twice –
while she just stood there and waited for him to pleasure her.
Nervous as heck now, Saffi dug into her pocket to get some gum from her
wristlet. In the movies, she saw Gs snapping gum all the time so maybe she
When she pulled out her gum, the bra came with it and fell to the floor.
She desperately wanted to kill herself but for the love of Staffan Aehrenthal, she
When it was clear she wasn’t going to pick it up, Staffan mentally rolled his
eyes even as he crouched down to pick it up. But instead of giving it to Saffi, which
Her eyes widened, and it was clear on her face she was doing her best not to
Staffan had her bra. Oh my dear Sex God---no wait the Sex God had her bra. If
Saffi didn’t do something quickly, she was going to faint. Remembering the gum in
her hand, she quickly popped it into her mouth. She tried blowing a bubble with it,
like how Gs did in movies, but it burst back into her mouth instead like a pink
sticky web.
watched Saffi hurriedly spit the gum out and discarded it in a piece of tissue she
crumpled into a ball before throwing away. No matter what she did, Saffi just
wasn’t cut out to be a hardcore G. Still watching her, he was surprised to see her
smile at someone. His eyes followed her line of sight and he stiffened when he saw
Staffan reacted instinctively. He pulled Saffi back to him, hand curling around
her nape. His lips went down on her as her body slammed close against him.
mouthed kiss, one so blazingly carnal it made her eyes close, heart hitch, and her
toes curl.
When he lifted his head, he stared down at Saffi, his face hard. “When you’re
with me, I want you to look at me and just me. I want you to think of me and just
His voice rang loud and clear, the tone of possessiveness in it unmistakable,
and her stupid silly fangirl heart couldn’t help but be thrilled. Saffi wanted to say
‘yes’ but was afraid it would come out all gushing and adoring, and she’d sound
Unable to trust herself with words at the moment, she nervously popped an-
other piece of gum into her mouth to blow another bubble. This time it worked,
The crowd laughed once more, but even so she kept her gaze on Staffan. Yours,
She relaxed, toes curling again at the look of tender possessiveness that had lit
Staffan pulled her close as he walked them out of the hall, one arm around her
waist, fingers splayed on her hip as if wanting to mark her his with every second.
He glanced down at Saffi, who was so small her head didn’t even reach his shoul-
der.
Ah, Saffi March.
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“Excuse me, I need to talk to Alan Carson? Do you know where he is?” Even to
her ears, the question sounded surreal. A plane wasn’t supposed to be like a freak-
ing mall a person would get lost in it but that was exactly what had happened.
Staffan’s private jet was beyond the stretch of her imagination. All the walls
were covered in cream leather and wood panels. The jet also had its own game
room and library and of course a recording studio. Not even the greatest rockstars
could afford this, but of course Staffan wasn’t just a rockstar. His stepfather also
happened to head one of the world’s most famous resort and theme park corpo-
rations, and it was no secret that the billionaire CEO thought of Staffan as his own
son.
Her parents were embarrassingly rich as well, but Pearl’s conservative upbring-
ing ensured that all of them kept a low profile. Only Steel traveled on his own
private jet but only for emergency occasions. And since he was tempered by their
mother’s Americanized ideas of noblesse oblige, Steel’s jet was also a lot smaller
than this.
The four people in the cabin she had sort of trespassed her way into were gawk-
ing. Finally, the only lady in the group – a pink-haired woman whose bubble-
blowing skills Saffi envied – popped her gum and said, “I think he’s with the tech
crew at the very back. Just go straight. You’ll see all the electronic stuff and that’s
“Thanks!” She gave them a quick awkward smile, trying not to mind how they
Behind her, Saffi was unaware that the four people had already scrambled out
of the cabin, intent on spreading the word that the boss’ newest G had “left the
Saffi chewed her lip. By now, Staffan would probably be wondering why it was
taking her so long to get back to him. Saffi had only excused herself to go to the re-
stroom, but in truth she just felt it wasn’t right for her to hang out with him. Al-
though they weren’t alone, the others – like Eddie, his choreographer, and the rest
of his vocal backups – had something important to contribute to the tour. She
didn’t.
When she finally reached the area where the tech crew was checking the equip-
ment, there was no sign of Alan. All ten of them came to a standstill at the sight of
They silently pointed to the door at the back, still gaping. Her head bobbing in
thanks, she sped past them, again not seeing how everyone was in a mad scramble
to spread the word among the rest of the crew that the Sex God seemed to have
Saffi quietly opened the door and flipped the light switch when darkness greet-
ed her.
“Murderous mackerel.”
~~~
“Boss? I think we have another problem.” Bob was at the doorway again, glanc-
ing over his shoulder like escape from a madman was impossible.
The worst kind of déjà vu hit Staffan. Cursing under his breath, he said, “It’s H
“It’s not been confirmed,” Bob hedged. “But I’ve been hearing things---”
“I’ve been hearing stuff from the crew, boss. They say she’s, err, with the
“Goddammit, Bob. If you don’t fucking tell me where they are right now, I’m
going to beat it out of you instead.”
Bob flinched. Although he knew it wasn’t a real threat, the voice reminded him
too much of how Staffan had been in the past, right after his most god-awful
breakup with The Cougar. Before his employer’s almost miraculous overnight
change three months ago, Staffan had been a mess, drinking himself to death and
involved with every brawl he encountered – which there was a lot of since Staffan
Bob opened his mouth to say it. But no words came out. He wouldn’t have
cared what happened to other Gs, but this one was different. He knew it – everyone
knew it. Only the boss didn’t seem to know it – or didn’t want to know it. “Boss---”
Staffan lost patience. His voice was chilling and low as he spoke. “Bob. You
owe your fucking loyalty to me. Your concern for the girl is touching – but mis-
placed. Since I didn’t fucking kill Chloe when she betrayed me, I won’t fucking lose
Bob gave in. “They say she’s at the back, inside a locked room with Carson---”
Dammit to hell, Saffi March. What the fuck happened to make you so crazy
tonight?
~~~
Alan and the other man broke apart almost violently, panic written all over their
She stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know---I was looking, and then I saw…” She
The other man Alan was with didn’t look like a dancer, with dorky glasses and a
rather scrawny build. He looked more like a cute grad school student, someone
Seeing her staring, he offered her his hand. “Hi. I’m Donovan,” he said with a
“Sapphire March,” Alan muttered. “The girl with the worst kind of luck---”
“Alan!” Donovan snapped when he saw the look of hurt flash over Sapphire’s
face.
Alan had the grace to look shamefaced. Running an agitated hand through his
Alan looked even guiltier. “Dammit, Sapphire, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
She nodded, having already deduced the same thing for herself the moment
she saw the two kissing in the dark. “I promise I won’t tell.” She paused. “But
Alan’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean he doesn’t know who you are?”
She had to smile. “Don’t sound so surprised, Alan. Being a Senator’s daughter
“Their very boring sister, who used to be the black sheep of the entire March
clan.”
how life had been like for Saffi back when they were kids. No one had wanted to
talk to her because they hadn’t wanted to look stupid next to Saffi, who had com-
Back then, the most popular girl in their circle, Vania Coolidge, had loved
humiliating Saffi. And all of them had stood by because it had been easier to do
that. Saffi had made it harder for them to help her, with her eccentricities.
His lips twitched when he remembered the first words she said. “Murderous
mackerel, Sapphire?”
She smiled sheepishly. “Yes, I still think of fish when I’m overly emotional or
whatever.”
Alan tried not to look too guilty at her words. He had indirectly been one of the
reasons why Saffi had been so “emotional” in those days. Even at a young age,
Saffi had been already lovely, too, inside and out. Everything about her was the
opposite of what rich kids were supposed to be. She had never held a grudge
against any of them, not even after what happened during their graduation ball,
with Saffi as the guest of honor---Alan shuddered. It still qualified as the most hor-
Knowing he only had seconds to spare, Alan hissed, “Remember your prom-
ise!”
Her eyes widened at the name he used. “Alan! Don’t call me---” She ended up
shrieking instead when the door smashed open. Rather, Staffan had kicked it open.
He came in, looking beautiful and furious in a three-piece suit. How was it pos-
sible for a human being to be so swooningly exquisite? He really was Mr. Rockstar
Chic.
Staffan’s eyes found hers, the emotions swirling in it making her swallow.
“Really?” he drawled out. It was all Staffan could manage since every part of
him was itching to smash Carson’s face. And what the fuck was Donovan Bradley
doing here? What the fuck had he walked into – a goddamn ménage a trois?
Her eyes widened. “No, no, not like that! Oh my God, no!”
“Get the fuck out, you two.” He didn’t spare the boys a glance. Fucking boys.
Alan and Donovan couldn’t get out fast enough. Sorry, Alan mouthed to her.
When she looked back at Staffan, his eyes had become even chillier.
The green-eyed monster inside him had never been fiercer, and all Staffan want-
ed was to pull Saffi to him and mark her body in every way he could. He wanted to
fuck her until she lost consciousness, wanted to see the dreamy smile back on her
“Why the fuck should I believe you when you didn’t tell me where you’re going,
you locked yourself inside this fucking room with two men---”
He stilled.
He lifted a brow.
She gulped. When they said that starting anything with a lie could only continue
with more lies --- it was true, and it was happening now.
“I do all sorts of stuff. Like, umm, mouth jobs – I mean blow jobs.” She lifted
her chin just so he wouldn’t know how she was completely winging everything.
“But one thing I didn’t do with, umm, any of the Celsius guys---”
She inhaled. “I’ve never done it with them. Like done…it…that.” Her soft dark
eyes sought his, her voice seductive without meaning to as she said, “I’m still a vir-
The words melted his rage in an instant, turning it into liquid heat, his body on
fire.
In one long stride, Staffan had her in his arms, and she was gasping against his
lips as he took hers for a kiss that claimed not just her body, not just her heart but
With Staffan so near, Saffi was immediately on fire…and in love. Her eyes
closed. The truth Saffi had tried to blind herself to was now out in the open, and it
She had already been halfway to being in love with Staffan Aehrenthal with a
phone call, and now that she had spent almost an entire night with him, had been
Her brain was smarter than the rest, and so was her heart.
And both told her she had found her soul mate, the one man she could only fall
in love with.
She wrapped her arms around him more tightly, welcoming the darkness and
passion in his kiss, her body instinctively molding to his, pressing her sex against
his as hard as she could. They groaned as his cock swelled, trying to push into her
His hand sank into her hair, pulling her head back so his lips could move down
her body. He sucked at her neck, hard, this time laying a blood red claim on her
beautiful skin. That should teach any fucking asshole who wanted to try taking
“Prove to me that you did all those stuff and you’re not just an innocent fangirl
She froze.
“Good.”
That one word caused her confidence to take a nosedive. She let Staffan turn
her around, pulling her against his side as he led her out of the room and past a re-
lieved Bob and the entire crew. Who were all smirking. Again.
Desperate dogfish.
How the heck was she going to prove she was sexually experienced when
Staffan pulled her closer. He was tempted to kiss her hair but managed to keep
himself from doing so. That would make people have other ideas about them, and
thoughts even though they had just met was even more alarming.
I can’t wait to take your fucking virginity and make you mine.
Chapter Five
Staffan was throwing her dagger looks, which Saffi did her best to feign igno-
rance to. He stood poised at the doorway of the airplane, waiting for her – no, he
was silently demanding and commanding her with his gaze to go to him.
But she didn’t want to. She couldn’t. For one thing, she couldn’t risk having
any photographer identify her and blow her disguise. Secondly – and this weighed
most heavily on her if Saffi was honest – she just didn’t feel good standing next to
him.
Even after everything, he still felt way out of her league. She was a lowly G, or a
fangirl if you will, while he was the star of the tour, the man millions all over the
world paid fortunes for the opportunity to see him perform on stage. She had no
The door slowly opened with a swooshing sound, forcing Staffan to look away
– but not without giving Saffi one last glance. If looks could kill, Staffan would have
Staffan slowly descended from the plane, his professional mask slipping back
on his face. But he really didn’t have to pretend. He was in a black mood, which
perfectly fit his “cold, aloof, arrogant” image. Or at least that was how most blog-
A red carpet had been rolled out for him, and he curtly nodded his thanks after
the welcoming speech of the airport officials. Behind him, the crew was also get-
ting off the airplane, and he heard something that made him stiffen, with Bob al-
If this was how she fucking wanted to play the game, then she fucking wouldn’t
win it.
~~~
An hour later and Saffi was miserable. Staffan wasn’t just giving her the cold
shoulder. He was also allowing local Gs to flirt with him and monopolize his atten-
tion. The entire crew had flooded the hotel’s exclusive club, with Staffan declaring
an open bar. Of course, Gs who were not above touching cock knobs had been al-
“He’s usually not like that,” Alan whispered to her. All of them – and she did
mean the entire crew – couldn’t take their eyes off Staffan and his harem of girls.
Some of them were the most seductive women Saffi had ever seen in her life, their
How the heck could she compete with that when all she knew about sex was
from free Amazon erotica novels? She didn’t dare buy the paid ones since that
would show up on her credit card bills, which her parents still took care of.
Donovan shook his head. “Strictly speaking, he used to be like that before and
Saffi knew who the Cougar was even though it was her first time to hear some-
one refer to Chloe Gustav in such a way. After all, she was one of America’s Sweet-
hearts, the woman who took over Julia Roberts’ throne when the latter went into
semi-retirement.
Alan grimaced. “I really don’t get what the boss saw in her.”
“They grew up together so he probably sees something that others don’t.” It
hurt her to say the words, but she felt like she had to defend Staffan.
Alan nudged her shoulder with his. “Aren’t you going to do something?”
“Bullshit, Sa---I mean, H. You did all this crazy stuff for a reason and now
you’re just going to let it go like that?” He snapped his fingers for emphasis.
“But I can’t go through those women,” she protested. “They’re like…I don’t
know…rattlesnakes and queen cobras and I’m like a---a domesticated worm!”
Alan took firm hold of her shoulders. “First of all, no sane human being keeps
worms as pets. Secondly, you are not a worm. You are a…tigress.” Alan ignored
Donovan when his lover looked at him like he was crazy. “Got that, H? You’re a
fierce tigress!”
“A tigress!” Saffi actually let out a roar, carried away by the image in her mind,
right. A tigress---like the tiger in Pooh but the female version! You can be strong
when and where it counts. You can do this. You’re the smartest girl in the world. If
Slowly, an idea occurred to her. “I’ll need your help. The two of you.”
~~~
What the fuck were they talking about? Staffan knew he shouldn’t be brooding
about what a certain girl and his two goddamn traitorous backup dancers were talk-
ing about. He should be having the time of this life, with all his concerts selling out
even before his tour officially began. He was surrounded by beautiful women, all
willing to do anything he wanted. He had wealth, fame, and everything else that a
So why the fuck did he want to smash the two men’s faces simply by daring to
And Saffi!
Damn stubborn girl. What the hell did she want from him?
His phone rang. The name that flashed on the screen made Staffan’s face hard-
en. He rejected the call without hesitation. He had no time for Chloe’s
When he looked up, Staffan cursed long and fluently at the sight that greeted
him.
Saffi was dancing on the ledge, and his entire crew was cheering for her, chant-
ing just one word that made Staffan stand up so quickly he ended overturning his
table, causing bottles to crash on the floor and the women around him shriek in
surprise.
STRIP.
In seconds, he had shoved his way to the ledge. “What the fuck do you think
you’re doing?” he growled. Had she fucking forgotten she hadn’t even her fucking
underwear under his trench coat?
Over her.
“I was waiting for you to get me.” She bent even lower, her breasts tantalizingly
close to his face as she touched his ear with her lips. “I was waiting for you to take
what I promised.”
He couldn’t move fast enough at her words. Staffan pulled her down the ledge
in one swift, graceful move while taking care to ensure that no one ever had the
chance to see what was – or wasn’t – underneath his trench coat. His heart was
beating fast as he made his way to the elevator, with Saffi in his arms.
One thing he had to say about her: she was great for cardio. With her around,
there was always a reason for him to move quickly, his heart beating a mile a
minute.
When the elevator doors closed on them, Saffi barely had time to breathe be-
fore Staffan had her legs wrapped around his waist, his lips slamming on hers.
They groaned in unison when her sex rubbed against his cock as she locked her
arms around his neck. She pushed herself closer to him, so desperately eager to
have every inch of their bodies touching the same time her tongue entered his
“Staffan.” Just being able to say his name out loud as Staffan kissed and held
her in his arms was an exquisite pleasure, and it drove her crazier.
He shuddered, even more aroused by the way her voice lovingly wrapped itself
all around his name. She was a natural born temptress, needing no sexual expe-
But no one else would fucking have her because Saffi March was his.
The elevator doors finally slid open. Saffi stiffened, and his hold tightened in re-
sponse. Keeping her in his arms, legs still wrapped around his waist, Staffan
red, and she quickly tucked her face in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes, and
and the fresh scent of his shampoo just made her more eager to find out what it
But just Staffan – the man she had secretly felt so incredibly close to even
Serendipity, she thought giddily then giggled when another thought occurred to
her. “Serendipity” wasn’t enough. If it was Staffan he would call it something else.
Fucking serendipity.
Staffan sensed Saffi smiling against his skin as he took them out of the ele-
vator, and the thought of it made his heart kick up a weird fuss. But it also inten-
sified his arousal and he quickened his pace, practically running towards the suite.
Forget about being looking fucking cool! All he wanted was to fuck Saffi March and
he was going to fucking kill anyone who fucking stood in his way.
Staffan paused just before going in. “H.” It was an effort to speak when all he
“Mm?” she mumbled against his skin, the heat of her cheeks telling him how
“No,” Saffi answered without hesitation. She had bought her pills three months
ago, the moment after he called, but he didn’t have to know that.
He pressed a kiss to her hair, unable to help it. “Sorry for being an ass. I just
wanted to be sure.”
looked at his bodyguard, whose face was expressionless. “No one disturbs us,” he
Politely keeping his gaze off the girl in his employer’s arms, her face a picture
The door slammed shut in his face, followed immediately by a long, loud
whimper.
Bob allowed himself a small grin. For almost a year now, Staffan had been an
unfeeling bastard, uncaring of what happened in his life. Following the breakup,
Staffan had been careful to maintain the same image, allowing him to be pho-
tographed with different women. But what no one knew outside his crew was that
Who would have thought that someone like this “H” – whose cute and clueless
ways made Bob and everyone else suspect her as anything but a groupie – would
be the one to get the famous rockstar to start living – and having sex – again?
Bob silently prayed it would stay that way. A happy sexually satisfied Staffan
Aehrenthal was a much easier employer to serve than someone who was celibate,
~~~
The moment they entered the room, Staffan pushed her back against the door,
kissing her even more hungrily, one hand supporting her while his other hand hur-
riedly untied the knot keeping his trench coat close around her. Groaning, she
helped him get rid of the coat. It fell to the floor, the same time Staffan gently low-
“I’m dying to fuck you.” His voice was a rough, low murmur, his breath fanning
her ear as he spoke, and it was like having him sing to her and only her.
Her insides melted at the thought, and she trembled for more than one reason.
Staffan pulled away to rip her cropped top away, leaving her completely naked.
Saffi whimpered, unbearably turned on at the realization that she had nothing
on while Staffan was still fully clothed. It was deliciously decadent, something that
no one who knew Saffi March would ever imagine happening to her.
His eyes devoured her, and he growled in protest when she started to cover her
“Don’t tell me an experienced woman like you is shy about being naked.”
Knitting kingfish!
She had almost forgotten what she was supposed to be tonight and the rest of
the weekend. Saffi forced herself to let her hands fall away from her body. Straight-
ening, she slowly walked past him, her hips swaying---a timeless and instinctive
His dick grew larger and harder, and his eyes followed Saffi’s every move. She
could never be a groupie. Saffi was just too beautiful inside, too innocent, and too
refined to be one step above a paid whore. But she was a natural-born temptress,
and every second that went by convinced Staffan that he had finally found the girl
She turned around, and his throat became dry as her long, curly hair swayed
becomingly against her back as she turned to face him, her beautiful breasts pert
and upright, nipples outstretched, and the pink tender flesh between her thighs
begging to be kissed.
Saffi tried not to frown nervously when she realized that Staffan hadn’t followed
her further into his suite. She shifted on her feet, not knowing what to do or how to
act. It was hard to keep still when she was naked inside a room with Staffan
Aehrenthal.
He did his best not to smile. He also tried to ignore the way his dick ached like
hell.
“I’m waiting for you to tell me what I’m supposed to do next,” he answered lazi-
ly, delighting in the way her big dark eyes became even bigger. “I want you to call
the shots.”
Saffi stammered, “Uhh, no. You call the shots.” She tried not to sound so pan-
icky and desperate. If he left her to call the shots, nothing was going to happen and
she wanted, oh dear Lord she wanted something to happen between them. She was
Staffan slowly shook his head. “I want to see how good you are, H.” He raised
a brow. “Or are you telling me all those stuff you said are just lies?”
“Of course not!” She was really getting used to lying. In fact, she had com-
pletely lost count of the number of lies she had uttered in less than 24 hours that
Right. Show him. What had she gotten herself into? Saffi cleared her throat.
“Well…” She tried to recall all the steamy scenes from her favorite books. “Do you
“Your call.”
Saffi inhaled sharply, feeling like Staffan had this God-given ability to torment
her.
Saffi pushed herself up on the executive table behind her, trying to do it like a
sex siren but then she accidentally shoved the marble ash tray off, causing it to
crash on the ground. The sound made her jump. “Romantic razorfish!”
“Are you sure?” he asked straight-faced. “I think I heard you say something –ish
in the end.”
“A song-ish?”
“I see.” Staffan focused on removing his watch, using the time to control his
amusement.
“Ah.”Playing along, he walked where his iPod was docked – all the hotel suites
few seconds later, the instrumental beats of Lost Without You filled the room.
The amused gleam in his eyes stung a little. Maybe he was comparing her to
other Gs and found her wanting? Without thinking, Saffi slowly let her legs fall
Staffan’s jaw dropped, and it dropped even lower when Saffi slowly cupped her
breasts.
The fire in his eyes made her wet, and Saffi could feel the moisture building be-
tween her legs, making her folds slick. Knowing that the heat in his gaze was for
her - only for her - made Saffi bolder, and it felt entirely natural that she moved her
hands again.
When he saw Saffi slowly hold her nipples and gently roll it between her fin-
“Deal.” He worked on the last button again and her fingers started moving
once more, this time pulling her nipples up, as if wanting them to be more erect.
His shirt finally fell to the floor, and his dick thrust all the way up at the sight of
Saffi’s eyes widening in open fascination. She stared at his chest like it was the
most magnificent thing she had ever seen, her eyes lingering on his abs.
He flexed instinctively.
She gasped.
Saffi’s innocent demand made Staffan want to tear across the room and just
take her. But he managed to quell the wild desires of his body and focused on flex-
Saffi couldn’t help but whimper at what he was asking, but even so her fingers
were already moving. Her parted legs shook as she slowly let her fingers graze her
wet flesh.
“Does it feel good?” he asked hoarsely as he threw his belt to the floor.
She couldn’t help tracing her own folds, up to down, imagining it was Staffan
touching her. The sensation her fingers created, coupled with the heated images in-
She looked at him and could have wept when she realized he still had his black
briefs on. “I want you naked,” she half-demanded, half-begged in a voice tremulous
with need.
And he wanted to fuck her, over and over, until she would be completely filled
Staffan managed to say, “Then open yourself to me.” When she stared at him
The command made her whimper again, but it also heightened the need inside
her, making her almost desperate to do what he asked. When she reached for her-
Her left hand fell back while her other hand moved closer. And then she was
parting her own folds, pulling it open as widely as she could with her thumb and
middle finger. She gasped as she stretched herself open. It made her feel so beauti-
When he straightened, his dick was finally out for her to see, big, long, and oh
Saffi moaned again. “Staffan!” Now she realized why he wanted her one hand
free. Because he knew she would need it to touch herself. And so she did.
The sight of Saffi touching herself, of wanting him so much she had to mastur-
“Staffaaaaan!”
Suddenly he was there, down on his knees, head between her legs, and mouth
– oh his wonderful wicked mouth was on her flesh. He started to lick her, hard
enough that she went completely limp in desire. Her body fell back and her hands
gripped the table’s edge behind her head.
her with his tongue, which danced just as beautifully as the rest of his body. She
felt Staffan pushing her legs up and then placing them over his shoulders. She
Saffi’s pink, quivering pussy was the best he had ever tasted. Staffan didn’t
know why. He simply knew it was so, and right now the fact that her pussy was the
best he ever had was more than fucking enough for his dick.
“Staffan!” Her screams were making it harder and harder for him to control
himself. Staffan had planned to torment her, to seduce her into telling the truth but
right now he knew those plans were going to hell. He hadn’t counted on being in-
sane with need, of dying if he did not let his dick bury itself in her moist, warm pas-
sage.
“Staffan!” His name broke out in a shocked gasp as she suddenly found herself
being carried, her thighs resting on his shoulders, his mouth still on her. She
swayed and had to grip his hair for balance, but still Staffan kept moving until he
He knelt on the bed before slowly lowering Saffi on her back, even as his kiss
“I’m c-coming!” Her legs dropped from his shoulders and fell splayed open on
the bed.
She screamed and beat his shoulder, hating and loving the taunting tone of his
voice. Her head tossed and turned on the pillow. “Staffan, please.”
“What is it?”
She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment even as she gritted out, “Make
me come!”
He laughed, the sound triumphant and possessive. “As you wish, H.” He
She came with a scream, her body jerking at the strength of her release.
Staffan pulled himself up, knowing it was the optimal time to take her virginity.
Her dazed eyes met his, desire and understanding in it. “Staffan,” she whis-
She nodded.
He buried his dick, and her wet and quivering pussy took him all in, her own re-
lease smoothing and easing his passage. There was no pain, and he was more than
glad for it. He hadn’t wanted to see his Saffi hurt for any reason.
Saffi could feel the last of her juices dripping out of her, but even so she could
already feel her desire building, her inner muscles slowly tightening around
Staffan’s dick, which felt wondrously large and thick, almost too much so.
Above her, Staffan’s jaw was clenched hard, and she knew he was exercising ex-
The sudden reappearance of the dreamy smile he was so fascinated with made
She gasped.
Her smile came back, and its emotion was mirrored by her doe-like eyes as she
She moaned.
He did it again and again, reining in his impulse to ram into her like a stallion
in a rut. Staffan was rewarded just a few moments later as Saffi’s hands crept over
his shoulders, her nails reaching into his back before digging deep into his skin.
“More.”
One hand went under her nape while another went under her butt. And then
without warning, he was pounding into her, fast, hard, and furious and all she
could do was hang on to him and let Staffan take her as he willed.
The positions of his hands took away her equilibrium, making it seem as if she
was but a doll that was entirely his to please. And she loved it. Every second of it.
Every way of it. She wanted more and wished it would never end.
“More, Staffan,” she panted, shameless now in her need, deliberately spurring
“Fuck!” Her words inflamed him, and his hips began to pump into her more
furiously.
“I know, baby.”
“FUCK!” He pistoned into her as fast as he could, his balls slapping heavily
against her pussy. And then he was there, too, joining her over the edge of their re-
lease, and he shouted her name as he shot his cum inside her.
When his body fell heavily on top of her, she immediately tightened her arms
around him. Her legs went around his hips, too, and she wished it was enough to
“Yes.”
“Anything else you want to say?” he prodded finally, wondering if she would tell
She nodded.
He braced himself again, this time for hearing the truth. “What is it?”
Saffi placed her hand on his cheek, and Staffan felt it shaking hard against his
Goddammit to hell.
He closed his eyes, not wanting the soft dreamy smile on Saffi’s face to
But not now – not when he knew the fucking truth about the harsh realities of
the world.
When it was clear he wouldn’t speak, Saffi told herself she wasn’t disappointed.
Did she really think he’d fall in love with her just because she had given him her
virginity? He was Staffan Aehrenthal and she was – nobody. She wasn’t even Saffi
March, who was just barely better than her “H” persona.
She pulled him down for a kiss, her lips telling him without words that he did
Staffan rolled them over, Saffi lying on his chest. In moments, his little starry-
eyed charmer was asleep. He lied awake the whole night, savoring the feel of Saffi
in his arms, and knowing that he was about to take a huge risk tomorrow.
He had to do something to make the truth clear to Saffi. They would be good
together. He could feel it in his bones. They would be even better than how he and
Staffan woke up to find Saffi gone from his bed. The knowledge made him
completely awake…and desperate. He threw the covers away and stalked out of the
bed. “Saffi?” He paused, waiting and hoping she would answer somewhere from
the suite.
His fists clenched. “Saffi?” This time he didn’t bother keeping his volume
down.
“You’re finally awake, boss.” Seeing Staffan standing buck naked in the middle
of his hotel suite was nothing new to Bob. He had seen his employer in far worse
The smile on his bodyguard’s face made Staffan irrationally furious, and he
swiftly turned away to prevent himself from snapping at Bob for no reason. He
stalked into the vast en-suite bathroom, flinging the closet doors open to grab a
robe.
Bob busied himself making coffee, used to Staffan’s temperamental ways al-
though a bit puzzled by it. Saffi had woken up in extremely good spirits. He had ex-
pected Staffan to be the same, and seeing that the opposite was true bemused him.
“Coffee, boss?”
Staffan nodded his thanks. He allowed the coffee to do its work, waiting for the
burning liquid to pour down his throat. Finally he asked, “Do you know where Saffi
went?”
Bob almost smirked. No matter how hard Staffan tried to hide it, he clearly
The chilling glare that Staffan sent his way made Bob answer hurriedly, “She’s
Staffan’s cup rattled as he almost dropped it together with the saucer. The
strength of his relief at hearing Saffi hadn’t actually left him was immense and
undeniable.
He strove for control. This time, he had a pressing urge to wring the neck of a
certain dark-haired girl with a penchant for dreamy smiles. What the fuck was she
doing there? Didn’t she fucking know she belonged at his side?
“It’s fine. Get the driver ready. I’m leaving right after my shower.” He paused.
“Have my PA call Yanna and let her know that I’m doing the date on the day of the
concert. Get her to pick five girls, print their profiles out and bring them to me im-
mediately.”
Bob had a suddenly sinking feeling that Staffan, for some insane reason, was
going back to his old ways. To the time that he was ruining himself for nothing.
Staffan stomped down the insidious stirrings of doubt inside him. He was
doing the best thing here. Saffi was a smart girl. She’d see it that way, too. “Yeah,
immediately.”
Ignoring Bob’s disapproving frown, he dismissed the other man with another
curt nod.
Staffan allowed himself to grimace the moment Bob left his hotel suite, slam-
ming the door in his wake. Bob had never done that before.
What was it with Saffi March that made it so easy for her to wriggle into peo-
ple’s hearts?
He gritted his teeth at how helplessly drawn he felt towards her, as if she were a
drug he was naturally addicted to. But it would be different this time. He would
prove it to himself, to Saffi, and to everyone else. It would be extremely good be-
His door opened again, with Bob poking his head inside. “Boss, do you want
breakfast?”
“No thanks.” It was just eight o’ clock. He would have breakfast with Saffi---
“You sure, boss? If you’re planning having breakfast with H, you should know
that she already went to McDonald’s with Carson.” The door slammed shut.
Staffan’s teeth clenched together again. He should fucking fire Bob. The man
was goddamn clueless about who his loyalty should belong to.
Staffan cursed.
“You don’t sound fine, Saffi,” Steel said in his usual quiet voice over the phone.
Saffi clenched her eyes shut at her brother’s words. Thank God she had been
smart enough to decide against video-calling him. If she had, everything would be
over. Steel had always been overprotective about her, had always felt personally re-
sponsible for what happened when she was in high school. Vania had been his girl-
friend then, and he had blamed himself for not being able to put a stop to her
plans.
If he saw her now, just one look at her face would be more than enough for him
Even though she knew what she had with Staffan wouldn’t last and would only
end with her heart breaking, Saffi didn’t care. She wanted as much time as she
could with Staffan, and she couldn’t remember wanting anything as much as she
“I’m okay,” she finally said. “I’m just tired. The concert ended really late.”
“If you say so.” Reluctance underlined Steel’s voice, letting Saffi know that he
was only taking her words at face value because he chose to do so.
She quickly changed the subject. “How’s Dad’s campaign going?” Saffi ex-
pected Steel to answer with small talk, but he surprised her instead by ssaying
something else.
Her throat tightened, cutting off her oxygen supply. Just for this weekend, she
had done her very best to forget about that, but she should have known Steel
would force it out in the open. All of a sudden, she felt terrified of something she
used to have no qualms about. Staffan made her different, and now she wondered
if she could really stomach letting another man touch her body the way Staffan did.
Even if it was Jeremy, someone she had known her whole life---could she really
She pressed her hand against her chest, hard, as if she could use the pressure
to calm her furiously beating heart. “Let’s just talk about it next time.” She paused.
“Please, Steel. Trust me. I’m fine. I’ll go home this Sunday as planned. So
please---just give me this weekend. Don’t worry about me. I’ve never been happier
actually.”
“And never been sadder, too, Saffi. That’s what’s worrying me the most.”
I’m still going to be engaged with Jeremy, Dad’s still going to be elected for his sec-
“And you?” Steel asked. “Everyone will be okay except you. Is that how it will
be?”
“Goodbye, Steel.” She ended the call, dashing her tears off with the back of her
hand.
Alan and Donovan were still waiting for her outside the restroom when she
came out.
“Are you okay?” Alan asked, concerned. He was already dressed for dance prac-
tice, in a sleeveless shirt, sweat pants, and hi-cuts. He was the very definition of
swag, and she started to understand why Staffan might have considered the idea
she was flirting with Alan. He really was good-looking, and he did not look gay at
all.
She glanced at Alan’s companion. Even Donovan was undeniably cute, dressed
in yet another hot-grad-school nerd outfit with his neatly pressed shirt and jeans.
Saffi flashed them a smile. “I’m super good. Why shouldn’t I be when I just had the
They laughed.
She rolled her eyes. “I know. I’m pretty sure everyone from high school would
have a hard time understanding any guy – much less someone like Staffan – liking
me.”
Donovan would have laughed if not for the real grimace on Saffi’s face. “You’re
not kidding?” he gasped. Saffi was exquisitely beautiful, like a fragile doll…that
Alan winced. “She’s not kidding, and I’m one of those to blame---”
Saffi waved his words away in exasperation. “Of course you’re not! Peer pres-
sure and bullying were to blame. That’s all.” Deciding that another change of sub-
ject was called for, she asked, “Can I join your dance practice today? I mean, just
“HEY!”
Alan ignored her. “I slow-danced with her during graduation ball and she
“I did not!”
“I could have improved a lot since then, you know?” At his dubious expression,
she insisted, “Really. My dad paid for professional lessons.” Or at least that was
how she liked to call her copy of Hip Hop Abs with Shaun T.
She tried not to grin at how easy she had fooled him. “Really.”
When they entered the huge concert hall, where a part of it had been tempo-
rarily set aside for dance practice, the first thing Saffi saw was Mitch.
Shit! Saffi made a quick about face. She was so not in the mood to get into an-
other catfight!
Behind her, Alan said happily, “Guess what, guys? H’s here and wants to prac-
tice with us!” Alan reached her side and twirled her around to face everyone. Saffi
watched Mitch’s eyes widen in recognition.
Mitch was in a rage. Dressed in another all-black ensemble because she knew it
made her look sophisticated like a celebrity, she could only curse silently when she
saw the same groupie who ruined her night at the concert. How could Staffan
Aehrenthal prefer that slut over her? She was a real woman, a decent woman while
Saffi pretended to twist her ankle. “Oh, wow. I think I just hurt myself.”
Mitch said loudly, “If she wants to dance so much then maybe she’ll be game
She was so not going to stoop to the insane fangirl’s level, Saffi decided, and
especially since she knew she had absolutely no chance of winning. Saffi twisted
her ankle to another angle. “I’d love to, umm, dance off, but I don’t think it’s going
“Oooh. She’s walking away,” Mitch jeered. “I guess she knows groupies like her
Saffi froze.
She thought about Carmina and her friends and the way they had fun hanging
out during the concert, the way those girls had fought for her and even helped her
Without thinking, Saffi rotated her ankle clockwise twice, exclaiming with exag-
Alan slowly lifted his hand up…and smacked himself in the forehead. This, he
thought, was not going to be good. It had Silly Sapphire written all over, like the
countless times Saffi did the craziest things back when they were kids because she
Mitch had started warming up in front of her, cracking her knuckles, stretching
her limbs, and twisting her body in no way a vertebrate had a right to.
Pretending she was just as experienced, Saffi did a little stretch, too, standing
on her toes only to lose her balance a few seconds after. The other dancers choked
back their laughter as she tumbled to the side and hurriedly righted herself.
Saffi lifted her chin. “No matter how good your moves are on the dance floor,
they won’t do you any good when you’re in Staffan’s bed. You’ll leave him cold and
you’ll---” Saffi tried to come up with a really nasty insult. “---you’ll make his dick
Mitch saw red. “Bitch!” And then she was charging towards Saffi like a bull in
Prada.
Saffi shrieked in surprise, but Alan and Donovan managed to hold Mitch back,
the other woman’s nails just inches away from clawing her face.
“Let’s just settle this with a dance-off. It’s the civilized thing to do here,” Dono-
van said hastily. Alan turned to her with wriggling eyebrows and actually winking,
as if he wanted to make sure she knew that Donovan was doing her a big favor.
She glared back. Had Alan forgotten she had two left feet---
Shit. She suddenly remembered what she had also told him that she had
professional lessons. Saffi gulped. One look at Mitch and she knew the other
woman was the type to pay for actual professional lessons. It could be anything
from pole dancing to belly dancing to anything that could help Mitch’s transition
Saffi knew girls like Mitch – the ones that gave true fangirls a bad rep. It didn’t
matter to women like Mitch who they’d end up being with. All they wanted was the
fame. They just weren’t as honest about it as the Gs, and they’d use anything – like
She took a step closer, the very idea of having Staffan spend time – for what-
ever reason – with someone so undeserving of him firing Saffi up like she was a
sports car running on full tank. Mitch and Staffan? Over her dead body! In fact, if
Mitch did kill her in this dance battle, Saffi would rather hand Staffan over to
Carmina.
~~~
It was barely nine in the morning and the stage area was already ringing with
noise. Usually, most of his crew would still be tired after the flight and some even
hung over from the open bar last night. It was rare for them to be completely ener-
getic and noisy in the morning, and there could only be one explanation for it.
Saffi.
Staffan quickened his steps and a little while later he was running full force to-
wards the stage area as the shouts got louder. Why were they cheering? Maybe
Saffi and Carson were doing something together? He ran even faster at the
thought. It didn’t fucking matter what they were doing together. He just wanted
Bob’s eyes widened at the naked fury in Staffan’s eyes. “It’s not what you
think!” he said quickly. He didn’t really know what his employer was thinking. All
he knew was that Staffan had to have the wrong idea to look this mad, especially
“What the fuck do you mean?” Staffan didn’t bother waiting for an answer.
“What the hell’s going on?” Ahead of him, his entire crew – the backup dancers
and vocals, the tech crew, and even his management team – was all cheering and
“It’s a dance-off, boss.” Bob looked discomfited. “With you as the prize.”
“One of the groupies from LA is here again and she challenged Saffi to a dance
off.”
“And she agreed?” His Saffi March, who he was guessing had to be extremely
Bob nodded.
The other man coughed because any other response would be…awkward.
Staffan coughed as well, needing to hide his embarrassment. “That’s all I need
to know.”
And it really was. Staffan’s chest eased, like a heavy burden had just been lifted
off his shoulders. He walked at a leisurely pace and as word spread about his pres-
ence, the crowd immediately parted, automatically making space for Staffan to walk
The first thing he saw was Saffi, standing at the edge, a concentrated frown on
her face. Mitch was dancing in the center, and even he had to admit it was an ex-
tremely good dance, with just the right amount of softness and snap. With both of
them had their backs to him, neither girl wasn’t aware of his presence.
Mitch was dancing to Rihanna’s Diamonds, and the song perfectly suited her
style of dance. Staffan knew the woman had to be professionally taught to dance
like that.
The crowd cheered so wildly it was deafening, and Staffan caught sight of the
Saffi quickly whispered something to the pink-haired girlfriend of one of his vo-
cals before moving to the center. She was nervous but doing her best not to show
it. She had braided her hair, and it made her look impossibly younger, especially
with her face free of makeup. She wore a floral dress with an extremely low neck-
line.
Since he was pretty sure Saffi hadn’t come with any luggage, Staffan guessed
that she had bought the dress from one of the hotel boutiques. And as this was
one of his stepfather’s hotels, he also knew the dress would have cost a lot of
money. Had Saffi paid for it herself or had Carson paid for it? Jealousy flared, hot
and dangerous, but he forgot all about it when her music started to play and Saffi
began to move.
Un-fucking-believable.
The crowd burst into laughter even as they clapped their hands.
He gaped, unable to believe that his very feminine, elegant, and charmingly
When the song reached the chorus and Saffi actually went on doing the exact
moves that Psy popularized in his music video, Staffan forgot all about keeping his
Saffi gasped, knowing that sound. She whirled around. Everyone whirled
The pink-haired girl gasped and quickly reached for her iPod. The music died
mid-beat.
Saffi couldn’t stop staring. After last night, she should have been used to his
looks. But if anything, being in his arms – knowing how freaking good he was in
bed – just made him look even more gorgeous in her eyes. Staffan stood several
feet away from her, taller than everyone else in the crowd and definitely more beau-
tiful than everyone in the world. His hair was still wet, and he was again dressed
She could just die from sheer happiness at that sound. Staffan wasn’t the type
to smile, to chuckle, to laugh – but he did all three just now. She knew enough of
his background to understand why he had such a hard time showing happiness
and the fact that he did now – that she was the cause of it – was incredible. It made
Staffan started to move, and with his long-legged strides, it took only a fraction
of a time for him to stand right in front of her, making Saffi absolutely breathless at
His nostrils flared at the way Saffi’s eyes lit up at the sight of him, making her
look like she couldn’t get enough of him. But that was good. In fact, it was fucking
He took her braid, running his fingers on its twisted strands and enjoying its
It took a moment before the words sank in. Saffi’s eyes widened, Mitch gasped,
but the crowd went berserk. Bob nodded at his security team to escort the other
woman out before she could cause trouble. The warning gazes from the two men
clutching her arms kept her mouth shut, but she couldn’t help glaring at Saffi over
her shoulder even as she was dragged away, promising herself silently that this was
Saffi was utterly oblivious to what had just happened, and even the loud cheers
of Staffan’s crew didn’t entirely reach her. All she could see, hear, and feel had to
do with the divinely gorgeous man standing in front of her. “Y-you know what we
were doing?”
She blushed, forgetting for the moment that Gs didn’t blush so easily.
Staffan smirked. “I hate to tell you this, H, but you sucked.”
“Not because you danced better.” He leaned close. “It’s because you’re the
Her heart tripped at his words. Looking up at him, Saffi wondered if Staffan had
any idea of how his eyes were giving her a completely different message from how
he had acted last night. But then it didn’t matter. She was in love with him either
way.
Staffan tugged at her braid. “This is a very unusual hairstyle for a groupie, H.”
Oops.
She stammered, “It’s daytime. I only, umm, go for wilder styles at night.”
He coughed. “I see.”
He tugged her braid again. “Since you won the dance off, I’m going to give you
a prize, too.”
Staffan coughed harder. How could she be so smart and yet so naïve at the
same time? Did she really think she could fool anyone with her ridiculous cover-up
Without attempting to lower his voice, wanting every man in the vicinity to hear
and know just who Saffi March belonged to, Staffan said simply, “You get to fuck
me.” Before she had time to gasp, he added in a matter-of-fact voice, “Now.”
And then he was sweeping her in his arms and taking Saffi to the nearest room
with a door that could be locked – which happened to be the office of the day man-
Staffan dealt the other man a look. “I need your office. Now.”
Saffi bit back a groan of embarrassment, hiding her flushed face in the crook of
his neck.
The day manager wasn’t stupid. He hurried out without a word, knowing that
Staffan kicked the door shut. “Ready to be fucked?” he asked as he let Saffi
down.
In answer, she wriggled out of her panties and placed it on the table.
He groaned---a deep, long, lust-crazed one that came all the way from his belly,
heated by the fire in his loins. “You’re so fucking sexy you’re driving me out of my
mind.”
She said shyly, “You, too. I feel exactly the same way---” The rest of her words
were lost in his kiss, Staffan hauling her to him in one rough and hungry motion.
He kissed her like he was dying and only she could bring him back to life.
Or rather, Saffi was the only one could make his dick come alive this fast.
As she lifted the skirt of her dress, she hoped it was true. That he’d only hunger
Saffi gasped when he suddenly flipped her around. “Do you still feel sore
here?” His hand drifted down, wetting his finger with the moisture that had so
“Good. We’ll try something different this time.” With his fingers still moving
against her flesh but never quite thrusting in, Staffan made her move so that they
were facing the window. Reaching past her, which caused his fingers to press
against her clit and making her gasp, he twisted the blinds partially open, allowing
Saffi held the sills, feeling exquisitely exposed once more as he felt Staffan’s
gaze devouring her naked legs and sex. The fact that she still had her heels on, the
sound of Staffan unbuckling his belt behind her and unzipping his pants to let his
Staffan rubbed his dick against her quivering sex. “Do you want this, H?”
“Yes.” She was already panting and they hadn’t yet done anything.
The naked yearning in her voice made his dick throb and pulse like it was about
Staffan slapped her ass, and she yelped. “That will teach you to wait.”
“Please,” she begged when he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and
aching.
“Please what, baby?” He caressed the soft skin of her ass, mesmerized at the
pinkish imprint he had left. “Do you want me to fuck you---back doors?”
He pushed her back down when she tried to straighten up, saying teasingly just
Those freaking lies! She opened her mouth to confess the truth. “I…” She closed
her eyes, trying to think, and then inspiration hit her. “I…need a butt plug.”Shit. She
had lied again. When she felt Staffan actually rub his dick against the curve be-
tween her butt cheeks, she cried out quickly, “The butt plug is…necessary...to,
Under his touch, he felt Saffi stiffening more and more with every rub of his
dick against her tiny nether hole. Deciding he had teased her enough, he reposi-
tioned his dick against her sex, smiling a little when he felt her relax instantly at the
contact.
“That’s too bad about the butt plug. Maybe next time.”
“Uhh, yeah, next---ahh.” Staffan had pressed his fingers against her clit, harder
“Did you like that?” he drawled huskily, his voice arousing her even more.
She blurted out, “Please…fuck me. Shove your dick inside me. Take my---”
words arousing her to such heights he had completely lost control. Staffan had
never thought someone like Saffi could say things like that, and that she was doing
so, to him, made him thrust harder into her, his dick sinking deeper and deeper
knowing that his entire crew was outside. Some of them might even have their ears
to the door. The thought was scary and exciting, and it made her wriggle her butt
again, desperate for the kind of heavy pounding that she knew Staffan could give
her.
Before she could nod, he was indeed pounding into her, his dick jettisoning in-
side Saffi like a relentless hot rod that her sex couldn’t get enough of. She held on
to the window sill desperately, knowing if she let go she would be flying.
He reached out for her breasts, which swung with every deep and hard thrust
She screamed. He left her no choice, not with the way he was making her mind-
less with pleasure. His thrusts went deeper and faster, and she started to sob, feel-
Staffan suddenly gripped her legs, pulling it up until she was practically lying
horizontal in the air. When his cock rammed back into her, she needed no further
prodding.
“Staffan!” His body shook at the way Saffi screamed his name.
“Oh, God, oh, yes, please, Staffan. Staffan!” Her eyes fell close as she felt her
His fingers dug into her ass, loving how smooth and firm it was at the same
time. His eyes roamed on her legs, all the way back. And that was when he saw it,
remembered it --- his Saffi March still had her sexy kitten heels on.
Fuck!
“Come with me, baby,” he growled as he felt his cock tense, preparing to shoot
out his cum. He quickly lowered Saffi back even as he thrust in and out of her, one
of his hands going under to find her sweet little nub. He pinched it as he came
with a shout and Saffi followed closely behind, sobbing his name out as her body
“Staffan,” she cried out, loving the way he kept on jerking into her, making her
feel so incredibly hot and full. She pressed her thighs together, wanting to prolong
the feeling.
And then she felt it, a soft but unmistakable touch as her heart slowed down to
normal.
Her eyes closed. Staffan Aehrenthal liked his women slutty and not sweet. And
if the reports were to be believed, he was the same. He was an animal in bed, re-
She bit her lip to keep the words inside, but it didn’t stop her heart from racing,
didn’t stop her mind from wishing for the impossible. Could she let herself hope
When they went out of the room an hour later – and it took that long because
he had wanted to have sex again and of course Saffi had wanted it too - her legs felt
so weak and she was so wobbly in her heels that she had to lean on him like a
baby.
“Did you really tell me the truth about being experienced, H? How can you be
She was so physically tired she just said the truth. “I think it’s because you’re
Staffan laughed, and her toes curled at the sound. “Bob will take you back to
the hotel. I want you to rest while I rehearse. Later tonight – what do you want to do
She pretended to think about it. “Mmm…give me a private concert?” When he
didn’t answer, she looked up at him nervously. “I was just joking?” Staffan sud-
denly looked odd, almost furious, like someone had walked over his grave.
“I’m sorry. It’s…not personal. I just don’t sing if I’m not paid to do it.”
The answer was curious to say the least, but Saffi was beginning to understand
him and she knew by the look on his face that she shouldn’t push it. “No harm
done,” she said lightly and quickly changed the subject. “I want to do something
“A fivesome?”
His dick twitched when she blushed in response, but he ignored it, knowing
she would be too sore if he made love to her again. Staffan lifted a brow. “Well?”
“There’s something else I want but it’s going to be selfish of me,” she admit-
God, she looked so fucking sweet when her eyes went big like that. Had she
realized he’d give her the fucking world if she kept looking at him that way? “Yes,”
“That’s fine.”
“Watch TV with you.” Saffi immediately held her breath, unable to predict what
Staffan’s answer would be. She knew that was more a fangirl’s answer than a
groupie’s but she couldn’t help it. She only had this weekend with Staffan. If he
was giving her a chance to do what she really wanted with him the most, then she
She would have loved to enjoy an ordinary date with him, but she knew and
understood that would be selfish of her with him on a tour. Also, he was Staffan
Aehrenthal and she was Saffi March. At least with a date behind locked doors, Saffi
wouldn’t have to worry about what others would think upon seeing them together.
She’d also get to enjoy more alone time with Staffan, and that was always a plus.
When he still didn’t say anything, she added helpfully, “We can watch whatever
you want. I can go rent a movie or download something. Do you, umm, have any
request?”
Staffan shook his head, still incredulous. Was he really having this conver-
sation? He had a fucking private jet at his disposal---did she forget they could go
anywhere with it? He had all the money in the world, too. Wouldn’t she at least
Saffi suddenly giggled, the sound startling him, and the carefree look on her
face mesmerizing him. Staffan looked around and saw Carson grinning at her as he
used his body to mimic the actions of having sex. The other man quickly stopped
when he realized Staffan was staring, making an about face in an instant and walk-
ing away.
Asshole. He was going to fucking donate Carson to another rockstar as soon as
this tour ended. No fucking way was he going to let that guy in the same state with
Saffi after this. His eyes drifted to other men, narrowing when he saw that most of
the others were also staring at his Saffi. Jealousy caused him to stiffen, and Staffan
He only allowed himself to look back at Saffi when he was satisfied that every-
one had gone back to their respective jobs – or at least they were fucking pre-
tending to. Staffan stifled an exasperated sigh when he saw how Saffi didn’t even
She truly appeared to have only eyes for him, and her expectant hopeful gaze
chipped another wall from his heart as she said, “I really just want to be with you.”
She chewed on her lip. “Unless you think it’s totally boring? Because if you do, we
can always---”
She beamed then she remembered she was supposed to be a G and groupies
did not beam. She hastily rearranged her expression and tried to look sultry in-
stead. “Great.”
Staffan smothered a laugh. Around them, he could hear the crowd doing the
same, but this time he didn’t mind. He couldn’t fault them, after all. Saffi March
was irresistible at times like this. He kissed her again, unable to help it, his tongue
demanding entrance to mate with hers. She gasped against his mouth, her hands
clutching his shoulders desperately as she felt her entire body melt.
It was a punch in the gut, tempting him to forget all about his plans of teaching
“That was so…” Her admittedly sparse vocabulary of groupie slang failed Saffi
The sincerity in her voice made Staffan feel worse and better at the same time,
his gut clenching even more when Saffi took a step back, a tiny frown marring her
forehead. And then her eyes twinkled. It was all the warning he got.
His dick stirred in anticipation as Saffi moved back towards him. When she
reached his side, Staffan raised a brow but she did nothing, continuing to move
forward as if she was about to walk past him. What the fuck---
Saffi had slapped his ass, and when he turned around in disbelief – no woman,
not even Chloe, had ever dared slapped his ass because all of them had been too
intimidated by him – Staffan saw Saffi practically skipping her way out of the stage
area.
He didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling happily to herself, and
Staffan certainly didn’t need to look around to know that his entire crew was enjoy-
ing their little exchange. Most women had a flair for turning their lives into soap
operas but Saffi – only Saffi – was able to turn her life – and his - upside down and
Saffi gasped when someone suddenly cupped her elbow from behind. In a sec-
ond, every inch of her body was pressed against Staffan and he was looking down
Oops. Was he mad? She had thought that ass slapping was a very G thing to do,
He bent down unexpectedly, making her jump. Every nerve ending in her body
tingled as Staffan whispered into ear, “I know what I want us to watch now.”
“As a very experienced G, you’ll surely have some great ones I probably haven’t
seen yet.” He caressed her face, doing his best not to smirk when he saw her pale
He turned around. “Now go and rest. I’m looking forward to our TV date later.”
She turned around, jumping with a surprised yelp when he slapped her ass
hard just before she walked away. The laughter of the crowd didn’t bother her, not
when she was already in a daze. Porn. Impressive porn. She let out a mental wail.
What did that even mean?
He watched Saffi walk away, no longer skipping. Instead, she walked like an
elderly amnesiac, and knowing the reason behind it tempted him to grin. Staffan’s
He forced himself to concentrate as Saffi disappeared from view. “Yes, what is
it?”
“Yanna told me she got your confirmation about the fan date.”
Staffan frowned at the questioning tone in his friend’s voice. “Is there a prob-
“No, nothing. I simply wondered if she understood you correctly.” A pause. “Is
understand who the other man was referring to. “Yes.” But it was all he was willing
to say.
A longer pause followed before Constantijin spoke carefully, “I’ll only say this
He said tersely, “You don’t fucking know what you’re talking about.”
“I do know. I can’t help but know because I was an ass to Yanna once – the
same way it seems that you want to be with her. But I also know you well enough
that when you have made up your mind there is no changing it.” Constantijin
It was close to two in the morning when Staffan unlocked and opened the door
to his hotel suite as quietly as he could. Guilt weighed down on him at the silent
darkness that greeted him. Although Staffan had informed Saffi as early as possible
about the extended hours of rehearsal, he still regretted having to break his word.
Walking past the hallway, he shrugged off his jacket as he reached the living
area.
out of his chest when Saffi came out of nowhere, her arms outstretched.
“Goddammit to hell, Saffi,” Staffan roared. “You almost scared the shit out of
me.”
She bit her lip hard at the sight of Staffan white-faced and breathing hard. But
after a minute, Saffi couldn’t help it. She burst into laughter. “Oh my God, I actu-
“Oh yes I fucking did!” she retorted with such childish glee it slowly melted his
anger.
“Goddammit, H.” But his words had absolutely no heat this time and they both
knew it.
God, she was fucking sweet. Staffan had expected her to greet him with tears of
exaggerated hurt and disappoint, to pretend sleeping or even to find her actually
asleep because he had done the unforgivable. But he hadn’t expected this – any of
this.
His every favorite dish was on the table, steaming hot, teasing his nostrils and
making his stomach grumble. “Did you ask Bob about what I liked to eat?”
“Nope.” A Cheshire cat smile played on Saffi’s lips.
The sight of it alone made Staffan want to haul her into his arms and kiss her
until she was gasping. He valiantly reined in his impulses to jump on her like a
starving maniac, not wanting to put all her planning to waste. “How did you know
Because she was his #1 fangirl, that was why, Saffi thought a little ruefully. But if
she said that, he would probably think she was a stalker. Instead she answered
cheekily, “Gs never tell their secrets.” She was rewarded with a rare kind of grin, the
one that made her want to clutch her chest. Oh. Oh, oh, dear oh. Be still, my heart.
Uncomfortable at how Saffi was looking at him, Staffan glanced away, and this
time he noticed the projector waiting on the coffee table. He nodded to it, surprise
evident on his tone as he asked, “And that?” He walked past it to get one of the ice-
cold beers on the dining table, pulling the table as he asked, ‘How did you manage
Saffi answered blithely, “I gave the guy in the front desk a blowjob.”
Oops.
“Sorry?”
“At all.”
“Super sorry?”
A million words ran in his mind, and he wanted to say all of them to Saffi.
Things like how she was the fucking sweetest girl in the world, that every little thing
she did or say just made Staffan more fucking obsessed with her, and goddammit,
he fucking wished he had met her from the very start---before Chloe had gotten her
claws in him.
But Staffan couldn’t say any of those. He wouldn’t and shouldn’t say any of
She gasped when Staffan suddenly swept in his arms without a word and im-
mediately headed to the master’s bedroom. “I know you wanted us to watch porn,”
he whispered to her.
Saffi gasped again. “I did not!”
Ignoring that, he continued, “But I have a better idea, min himmel.” He gently
lowered her in the center of the bed. And then he was looming over her, never tak-
Fuck-me eyes. She had remembered reading those words, which were used
frequently to describe Staffan’s gorgeous hazel orbs. And those words were so very
true, making Saffi writhe restlessly under his gaze. She couldn’t stop staring, still
unused to the sheer perfection of Staffan’s body, the way every inch of it was sleek
and hard, bulging with muscles that tempted her hands to roam all over his beau-
As he got rid of his briefs, Saffi couldn’t help looking down, unconsciously lick-
ing her lips as his dick rose proudly, like it sensed her fascination.
She shook her head, mute with desire. Her eyes widened in confusion when he
slowly backed off the bed. As Staffan walked to the chest drawer below the huge
wall-mounted TV, opening one of its drawers, Saffi couldn’t help but stare at his
bare ass. She had never understood what women found so sexy about men’s butts
When he turned around, he caught her staring. She blushed at his knowing
look and then she saw what he was holding. “Wh-what is that?” That he had his
own SLR and tripod didn’t surprise Saffi – she wasn’t just his #1 fangirl in name
after all, and her diligent research all these years had made her privy to little-known
trivia about him. For one thing, few people knew that he was fond of photography.
Which was cool. But the fact that he was holding his camera and tripod now? That
“NO.” She shook her head wildly even as wetness flooded the triangle between
her legs.
He pressed the red button that started recording. And then he looked at Saffi.
“I’ve never done this with any of the other Gs.” It was true.
Her heart stumbled at that, but she had led a very sheltered life, and what he
was asking also meant throwing everything she knew about right and wrong to the
He stood at the edge of the bed, the desire in her eyes and voice causing his
arousal to reach a fevered pitch even though they hadn’t yet touched. “I want to
have sex with you in front of a camera, baby. I want to have a chance to watch my-
self fucking you, to see your face as you come any time I want.”
She moaned, her body writhing restlessly again and she could only struggle
half-heartedly as she felt him pushing her thighs wide open. “Will you let me?”
Her eyes fell closed, her heart succumbing to the dark command of his voice.
His chest swelled at the sweetness of her surrender. “Look at the camera, H.”
She looked and bit her lip immediately, the knowledge that she would later see
herself looking at the camera sending a wave of pure heat to hit her body.
She swallowed. “I---I’m g-going to let Staffan eat my pussy.” Another wave of
heat washed over her body, and the heat only intensified as he pushed her thighs
“Staffan.” She moaned his name as if she was able to make love to it.
And then he was doing what she had said, his tongue performing its beautiful
magic on her skin and all Saffi could do was gasp. He jerked his head up. “Say
Her lips parted in shock even as she became wetter at what he was saying.
Saffi looked at the camera again as she slowly lifted her hands to her breasts.
She couldn’t help but whimper as she pinched her own nipples, her voice hoarse
with desire as she said, “I’ll play with my breasts while I let Staffan e-eat my pussy.”
She ended with a gasp since Staffan’s head had dived back down, his tongue delv-
ing deep, causing her to knead her breasts almost desperately. When he moved up
to suck on her clit, she screamed and instinctively pulled on her nipples at the
same time.
Staffan sucked harder and longer at her flesh, loving the wetness and scent of
Saffi’s sex as her screams filled the room. “Are you ready to come, H?”
“Y-yes!”
This time she didn’t need any coaching. She looked down at Staffan then at the
He thrust one finger inside her as his teeth clamped hard on her clit.
“Staffan!” She screamed his name over and over, her back arching at the
strength of her orgasm. And then he was pushing her up the bed, his dick sliding
into her warmth. He felt even more enormous than usual, and so, so hot that she
could only gasp and clutch him as her body continued to jerk with her juices flow-
ing out.
leisurely pace but when she raked her nails on his back with a gasp, her back arch-
ing to meet his thrusts, his movements soon became uncontrollable, his hips
“Please!” She held him more tightly to him, not knowing what she really was
begging for.
Staffan pulled out just to throw her legs over his shoulders and then he was
shoving his dick into her again, the new position causing his dick to penetrate her
even more deeply, its tip brushing against the mouth of her womb.
He closed his eyes, shuddering at the sound of Saffi driven crazy with desire.
Knowing that he was responsible for it pushed him closer to exploding, and he
quickened his tempo, making sure to drive into her harder, faster, and deeper with
each thrust.
“Fuck!” He came with a roar, his hips furiously pumping as he came, and Saffi
screamed his name again, her body reaching its second climax.
“God, baby.” Staffan was the first one to speak, his voice hoarse as he pressed
a kiss to her hair. Doing so felt wrong and right, but right now he didn’t care. He
just had the most fucking amazing night of his life and knowing that it was just the
start was…mind-blowing.
Saffi sighed as Staffan slowly rained kisses on her face, the touch of his lips
Her lilting voice curled around him like an embrace, and he closed his eyes,
savoring the sound fully before forcing himself to move. He had this urge to pam-
per Saffi, starting by cleaning her and then carrying her back to the living room
where they could finally enjoy the dinner she had prepared.
He chuckled when her arms and legs immediately tightened around him as she
grumbled like a protesting child. If it was anyone else, he would have been irritated,
However, the woman holding on to him so tightly wasn’t anyone else. This was
Saffi March. His beautiful, charming H – H for hopeless liar. H for himmel. Min
himmel.
The enormity of how much she was beginning to mean to him struck Staffan
like a lightning bolt, and the fear accompanying it left a bad taste on his mouth.
Staffan’s arms tightened around Saffi instinctively as he fought off the fear.
He would fix this so that everything would be good and safe between them.
Whatever happened, he would do everything in his power to keep her with him.
She had to stay. Goddammit, but she had to. Because right now he could no longer
@starry_eyed4SA, Twitter:
“No, we will not watch the video.” She was red-faced but adamant, just the
thought of what Staffan was so innocently suggesting making her shudder in
embarrassment.
They were seated in the couch – or at least he was seated on the couch while
Saffi was on his lap – with Staffan bare-chested while she wore his shirt. Between
them, they shared a plate of steak and mashed potatoes. Despite his billion-dollar
inheritance, Staffan actually had very simple tastes when it came to food, which
Saffi knew would surprise his new fans. In fact, ordering his favorite dishes had
been a breeze since everything he wanted was easily supplied by the extremely
She stammered, “I’m not. I’m just totally, umm, offended because it seems like
you’re, umm, doubting my ability to look good in my own sex video. I mean,
hello?” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I didn’t do a lot of those.”
He tried not to roll his eyes back, knowing it was yet another of her countless
exaggerations. He really should force the truth out of her, Staffan thought idly. But--
-she was so obviously having fun with it. And if he had to be honest, he was having
fun torturing her about it, too. Surely allowing Saffi’s little disguise to continue
Tucking an errant lock of her hair behind her ear, he asked instead, “What kind
The look in her eyes and the way she froze made him smile. This, he was sure,
“You know, since we already did, umm, our own porn, maybe we should watch
another---”
“H.”
He looked at her musingly. Since this was Saffi, whatever her idea for impres-
She shook her head again, trying not to make it obvious that she still had no
She whispered, “I, umm, saw this video online, and it was the most popular
“Okay…”
He tipped her chin up. “Stop beating around the bush, H.”
“So?” Then his eyes widened. “Fuck, H!” A choked laugh escaped him. “This
She muttered, “But you sound more amused than impressed, though.”
It was true, but she didn’t need to know that. It had been impressive in a way.
“Are we really going to watch it?” She tried not to sound queasy at the thought.
She had nothing against people who got off stuff like it, but it just wasn’t her thing.
“Err, no.” He tried not to sound uncomfortable even though it was how he felt
about the idea. After all, he had his own reputation to hold as well.
Just as he was about to answer, Staffan suddenly remembered the package he
had taken home with him, something he had his PA track down the moment he
realized he wouldn’t be able to get back to her on time. “I have something for you.”
“Yes.” He gently lifted her off his lap and placed her on the couch. “I’ll be right
back.”
Saffi said promptly, “I’ll be right back, too. I need to go to the bathroom.”
They went their separate ways. She did her business as quickly as she could
and on her way out she caught her reflection on the mirror. Oh my God – was that
Gah!
It was so surreal she dashed to the bedroom, grabbed her phone and took a
photo of herself. It was a photo that she’d never let anyone see. She just wanted to
When she went back to the living room, Staffan held a brown package in his
hand.
Saffi beamed, so happy that he wasn’t giving her clothes or jewelry she could
have hugged him. If he had, it would have disappointed her a lot since those felt
“What is it?” she asked as she took the package from him. She took her time
“You’ll see soon---” He grinned when she squeaked in excitement as the entire
“Oh. My. God.” She held the box like it was made of glass.
“Does that mean you like it?” he asked casually even though he already knew
she would probably think he was God for giving it to her. Those months of stalking
– no, wait, he meant the months he had spent infrequently checking her Facebook
She slowly opened the miniature treasure chest, which had the words ‘eat me’
engraved on its tiny latch. It turned out to be a musical box, with an exquisitely
carved replica of the very best scenes of Alice in Wonderland. And right at the cen-
ter was Alice herself, dancing with the Mad Hatter and the March Hare. “Why did
Staffan had a ready answer for that one since he was nothing but thorough.
“You reminded me of the fictional character Alice. Sometimes, when you’re alone,
She looked at him, and the stars were back in her eyes. Again.
Fuck, he thought. But this time Staffan wasn’t sure if those stars terrified him
because they were there or because he would really do something to get rid of
them.
Saffi said shakily, “I am in Wonderland.” It was such a mushy thing to say, but
she just couldn’t help it. That was how she felt. She shyly went to Staffan and tip-
toed to kiss his lips. “And you are the one that makes my world wonder---”
Whatever she had to say was lost in his kiss, and then he was carrying her back
to the bedroom. They made love again, this time both of them taking it excruci-
atingly slow, their bodies shuddering in pleasure as they came at the same time,
Afterwards, they talked, about anything and everything, and when she couldn’t
“No.”
“No.”
Staffan sighed, unable to resist Saffi when she was looking at him again with
“You’ll really never sing for free?” Saffi instinctively knew it wasn’t just because
of the money, and those same instincts told her it was something she had to know.
Staffan became quiet for a long time, and Saffi tried not to squirm. When she
couldn’t bear it any longer, she blurted out, “I put my foot in my mouth again,
didn’t I?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “I’m sorry. I know it’s none of my busi-
ness---”
“Sssh.”
“When Chloe and I broke up, we had a major fight – and we said things just to
She had a very bad feeling about this all of a sudden. “Staffan---”
“She told me that on her birthday, when she asked me to sing in her party, she
slipped out to meet with her lover and fucked him while I entertained her guests
like a goddamn fool.” He looked down at her. “So now you know.”
She hurriedly shook her head. “Worse. You’re so much more wonderful---”
Unable to bear the stars in her eyes because he knew he didn’t deserve it,
~~~
When Saffi woke up, early morning sunlight had strayed into the room. She
stayed in the circle of Staffan’s arms, allowing herself just a few precious moments
of enjoying the sight of his sleeping face, which looked younger with the frown
lines smoothed out. It made her think how so seldom she caught him smiling,
much less laughing. In fact, the only times he did so was when she had done
She glanced at the clock, saw it was seven in the morning and knew it was time
to get up. She wanted to do what she could to help with the concert.
Saffi had only been a few minutes into her shower when she heard the door
sliding open. She gasped in surprise and then gasped again when a naked Staffan
joined her inside, his hands immediately caressing her body possessively, cupping
her breasts, smoothing past her tummy, and shaping her legs.
He turned her around without a word, their lips meeting in a kiss she was al-
“Morning,” she whispered, her eyes dazed. She was in a shower with Staffan
Saffi ran her hands over his chest and she was delighted when Staffan simply
stood there, letting her do what she wished. She tweaked his nipples and was re-
warded with his grunt of pleasure. His abs were hard as rock, an absolute delight
to touch. When she reached for his dick, it just felt natural to kneel down, one hand
cupping his balls and the other stroking him until he was fully erect and throbbing
“Aaah.” He couldn’t stop the groan from coming out his mouth even if he tried,
the sensation of Saffi taking him in her mouth too beautiful to keep silent. She
sucked him like the born temptress that she was, with a mixture of innocence and
passion. His fingers kneaded her scalp but when she sucked him harder, his fin-
gers instinctively gripped her hair more tightly.
Hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from Staffan was arousing, water no
longer the only thing making her wet. She tried to take him in more deeply even
though he was already so big his dick was forcing her lips to open more widely
than ever.
“I’m coming.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as he came in her mouth, his dick going so deep
into her throat Saffi almost choked. But she didn’t pull away, wanting to take it all
When he was spent, she expected him to soften, but his dick was still
distended and pulsing when he pulled away. “Your turn,” he growled and pulled
her up and then flipping her around to push her to the wall. As her breasts flat-
tened against the cold wet marble, he entered her from behind, eliciting a whimper
from Saffi.
He started to play with her breasts as he thrust in and out of her leisurely, mak-
ing her pant in a mixture of frustration and feverish desire. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” He circled his dick inside Saffi to drive her even wilder with
want.
But perversely he slowed down even more, making her sob pleadingly,
“Staffan!”
He pulled out ever so slowly before slamming in hard, making her gasp as Saffi
“Yes!” It was all she could say, with her body trembling as she continued seeing
stars. And then he was furiously thrusting in and out of her, his dick seeming to
swell larger and hardening even more with every penetration. The slap of his balls
against her wet skin was extremely erotic and she wriggled her hips against him,
wanting more.
His fingers bit into her hips as he shifted her position, and that small change
allowed his dick to sink further into her moist depths. “Aaaaah.” She let out a long
moan as his fingers found her clit. He started working on her clit in rhythm with
his thrusts and her hips started to buck wildly against him. “Staffan, Staffan--
-Staffan!”
She shattered around him, and he held her through the violent storm of her
pleasure, biting her shoulder to intensify the sensation. She let out another keening
cry, and it spurred Staffan to move faster, quick hard shoves until he was coming
as well.
Almost an hour later, finally done with shower and replete with a hearty break-
fast, the two of them walked back into the stage area, with Staffan’s arm posses-
sively curled around her waist. Everyone from the crew greeted them happily
enough, their tones respectful but their eyes filled with curiosity. There were a few
fangirls and groupies around as well. The Gs looked at her with good-natured envy
“Slut,” one of the fangirls hissed as Staffan and Saffi walked past.
Staffan stiffened.
Not wanting Staffan to get mad at his fans – knowing how horrible that would
be since she was also one of them – she pretended to play dumb and asked Staffan
Staffan forced himself to relax. “Maybe it has to do with the fact that you’re not
dictable sound of distress, he was also giving Bob a look to make sure that there
would not be a repeat of what had happened. Nobody fucking messed with what
was his, and Saffi was definitely that, perhaps even the most important thing in his
His bodyguard correctly interpreted his command, and Bob immediately turned
around to instruct the rest of the security team how to handle this latest bout of
trouble.
The other bodyguards changed position, discreetly but effectively blocking the
view of the other girls this time. They weren’t escorted out of the premises but they
wouldn’t get anything out of being there either. It was the most devious of re-
venges, which was exactly how Staffan wanted Bob to play it.
The whole world might have forgotten that he was once born of the streets, but
Staffan hadn’t. Before being the stepson of a billionaire, a rockstar famous around
the globe, he had once been nothing---a hapless child forced to throw away his
He couldn’t help scowling at her this time. “Are you truly going to defend them
“I am a G.”
He bit back a sharp retort, knowing it was better to keep pretending that he had
“They were just carried away,” she said as she touched his arm in a soothing
gesture. “They love you so much, you know. They’ll do anything for you.”
She winced, realizing that Staffan was about to give her another long scolding.
But before he could start, someone was calling his name and Saffi whirled around
Staffan grimaced. “I have to go. He’s always panicky during concert days.” He
She nodded, admitting shyly, “I’m kinda excited to see you practice dancing.”
He laughed at her defensive tone. “Okay, okay. Don’t fight me – for me.”
She giggled, and he carried the sound of it in his heart as he went back to prac-
tice.
Staffan dancing on stage was already surreal, but seeing Staffan rehearsing, his
body eventually becoming sleek with sweat, was even more so, like Saffi had been
allowed a rare glimpse of heaven. And oh, oh, she would never get tired of seeing
Staffan move!
Two hours later, Eddie officially called for a break. Saffi smiled when she saw
how more relaxed Eddie seemed, which meant the rehearsal had met his expec-
tations. She started to stand when an excited voice called out Staffan’s name. This
Saffi turned towards the sound and something inside her heart twisted painfully
when she saw a lovely, dark-haired woman walk gracefully towards Staffan with an
eager smile on her face. Who was she? Saffi had faithfully followed every media re-
port on Staffan but she had never seen the older woman with him before.
Staffan stiffened when he heard Yanna call his name. Fuck! He had still in-
tended his plan to push through but not like this. Not with everyone around.
Yanna finally reached him, and Staffan automatically kissed her on the cheek.
She beat him to speaking, her eyes twinkling as she waved a folder in front of him.
“I have the five best women here, Staffan! All you have to do is to choose who you
want to date.” Then she wagged a finger at him. “But I know what happened last
time and I don’t want it to happen in my watch so please – don’t make love to who-
Stalker
“There you are.” Saffi looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and then
blinked several times when she realized who it belonged to. The tall dark-haired
man standing before her was none other than Constantijin Kastein, once Nether-
lands’ #1 playboy, a part of the Three Pussketeers and one of Staffan’s closest
friends.
Had she heard him right? Was he really looking for her?
She hastily blinked back her tears and tried not to be so obvious as she wiped
those that have already left a wet trail on her cheeks. “M-may I help you?”
Someone had to tell her that groupies never spoke so politely, Constantijin thought
as he gazed at the young girl that had Staffan all twisted up in knots.
When Yanna had gone to the restroom before they went looking for Staffan,
And on the way to the stage area, with Yanna having gone ahead of him be-
cause she had been excited to show Staffan her personal picks, Constantijin had al-
most bumped into a young girl who had run past him in tears. He had only caught
a partial look of her face, but it was more than enough. She was without a doubt
the girl Staffan had been stalking online for months---the girl Constantijin sus-
pected had caught Staffan’s heart, and now his friend was doing his best to cut his
Constantijin had waited for Staffan to run after her. When it became clear that
his friend wouldn’t do so, Constantijin had decided it was up to him to fix his
friend’s mess before Staffan ended as miserable as he had been, when he had been
Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. The girl’s doe-eyed looks made
him feel like Staffan had beaten up a day-old puppy, tempting Constantijin to tell
“I think I’m in a better position to help you instead,” he said gently as he
“Please. I insist.”
“T-thanks.” The way “H” gave in so gracefully startled him. It began to dawn on
him how she was the very opposite of Staffan, who was cruelty and rudeness per-
sonified. Looking at her, Constantijin felt distinctly at a loss of what he should say.
Friendship prevented him from sharing Staffan’s secrets without his friend’s per-
mission but standing by and doing nothing, when the young girl in front him
looked like she was broken, completely went against the grain for him.
Saffi shook her head again. “I’m really quite all right. It’s just that the circum-
Somebody also had to tell her that groupies didn’t speak so formally, like a school
teacher.
Constantijin nodded solemnly. Cocking his head to the side, he asked, “Are you
“No, sir.” Saffi answered the question absently, her mind back on Staffan and
the anonymous women he would date. Then she realized how she had answered
Staffan’s friend and froze, her eyes immediately darting to her companion. Dear
God, she hoped he’d think she was being provocative with her ‘sirs’. That would be
a very G thing to do. It was better than the truth, which was that she had instinc-
tively called him ‘sir’ because she had been raised that way.
Constantijin again pretended not to notice her most recent slip even though he
had the damnedest hard time trying not to grin. He was beginning to understand
why Staffan appeared so enamored with this girl. “Are you working here then?”
“I’m one of Staffan’s groupies.” To improve her disguise, Saffi dug inside her
pocket for a gum and quickly popped into her mouth. Pride filled her when she was
Another thing she had to know that groupies did not blow bubbles like it was a
matter of life and death, Constantijin thought, having an even harder time keeping
his lips from twitching. And that gum-popping groupies were a cliché.
He cleared his throat. “Forgive me for asking, but are you crying because of
The quickness and sincerity of the reply impressed him. He said quietly, “You
“Everyone knows that Staffan had it pretty rough when he broke up with Chloe.
It changed him, made him unwilling to trust any woman again.” He paused. “He’d
it meant hurting people he doesn’t want to hurt. Even if it means hurting himself in
Saffi’s heart started to beat fast as she took in what Constantijin had said. “Why
He smiled.
Oh wow. The smile was so blindingly beautiful it left her blinking. Now she saw
“I just like tormenting him and you look like you can be a thorn in his side.”
~~~
“There you are,” Bob said a few minutes after Constantijin Kastein had left. She
stood in the middle of the bonsai garden, which was part of the on-site attractions
“I was looking for you for a long time, you know.” Bob sounded extremely rue-
ful as he stopped a few feet from her. That was also the second time someone had
She didn’t know what to make of that. “You make it sound like everyone’s look-
“They are.”
Bob looked pained. “What did you expect, H? That the boss wouldn’t care
“He did.”
She drew a shaky breath in. “Why didn’t he come after me?”
Bob avoided her gaze. “The advertisers he’s supposed to meet came right after
It was an alibi of course - a very lame one - and both of them knew it. Staffan
Aehrenthal was a law unto himself, and he definitely was the type to have
advertisers waiting if there was something else he prioritized over meeting with
them.
But he didn’t, which was why Bob was here and Staffan wasn’t.
She did her best to push the thought away and used Constantijin’s words as a
source of comfort. This was Staffan pushing her away. It was supposed to be a
good thing.
“I understand.” Saffi forced a smile, more for Bob’s sake, who was trapped be-
tween a rock and a hard place. And that would be what? Staffan’s inability to love
Bob said awkwardly, “He’s left explicit instructions that you join him the mo-
ment anyone found you.” He looked at her steadily. “Do you want to? I won’t force
She thought about Constantijin’s words again as she followed Bob out of the
bonsai garden. He wanted to push her away, and ironically Saffi knew that his de-
sire to do so also proved that he saw her more than just an ordinary G. Perhaps –
more than any other girl in his life, enough to fall in love with her?
Chains of doubt wrapped around her heart, tightening painfully. This weekend
was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be her one last fling before embracing
fully whatever life and duty brought her. But it hadn’t become just a fun weekend. It
had become a lot more than that. Staffan was no longer just the gorgeous rockstar
with the divine taste in clothes that she had looked up to for so many years, the
one whose lyrics reached out to her and healed her all the times she felt alone and
misunderstood.
She needed to take a chance on Staffan, needed to show him that things be-
tween them could be way better than how things were between him and Chloe. But
first she needed a sign. If he showed that he cared for her, even if it was just a little
bit more than what he typically felt for Gs, Saffi decided she would take it as a sign.
If Staffan treated her like she was different from the rest then she would fight for
him.
~~~
Relief hit Staffan like a tidal wave when the door opened and Bob came in,
followed by a quiet-looking Saffi. There was no other or better word, and it troubled
him, making him clench his fists at his sides in an effort to keep him from walking
to her and taking Saffi to his arms. He had to be strong about this. He was doing
Staffan expected Saffi to sit at the back, with the rest of his management team,
while he continued the negotiations with Yanna and Constantijin next to him while
the advertising representatives sat opposite him, one who was gay and the other a
female shark. But what she did instead was take a seat next to him, gracefully
pulling the chair back and sliding onto it like a princess. For some reason, it made
Staffan fucking proud of her, and it was all he could do not to take her lips with a
kiss. But he didn’t. It would create a different impression than what he had in mind
for Saffi, an impression that she had already challenged by sitting next to him.
The advertising representatives had stopped talking when Saffi positioned her-
self next to him. Consternation flashed on their faces when Staffan didn’t make any
explanation and instead curled a casually possessive arm around her waist. Saffi
“Garth Greene,” the guy opposite them said immediately with an easy smile,
When Saffi glanced at the woman seated next to Garth, she got a dismissive
head-to-toe look. “Sadie,” the other woman said reluctantly, as if the seconds she
spent talking to Saffi was a huge waste of her time. She turned to Staffan immedi-
ately, and her face changed with it, a flirtatious smile on her lips as she said, “If I
may continue?”
Saffi blurted out, “Could you repeat what you’ve discussed so far?” The way all
eyes swung to her incredulously made Saffi want to shrink back, but she didn’t
back down. To give herself a boost of confidence – however fake –she popped an-
other piece of gum into her mouth even though she was already chewing on one.
“I’m his number one fan,” Saffi said lamely as she wrung her hands on her lap
until her knuckles went white. “I may have a lot to contribute to this project.”
“Oh, really?” Derision underlined Sadie’s words. “I think you flatter yourself by
thinking in those terms.” And the way she looked at Saffi made no secret of what
she believed Saffi was, especially as her gaze lingered on the expansive amount of
Saffi did her best not to flush at the pointed barb, but she was even more deter-
mined not to back down. Staffan was going to date another woman. Worse, Staffan
had a reputation of dating anyone he “hand selected”. Saffi had to have a say about
As she opened her mouth to argue some more, she heard Staffan say, “Start
again, Garth.”
Sadie’s indignant gasp pierced the silence that followed but other than that no
one else reacted. Even Sadie didn’t say anything else after that, her lips tightening
Garth immediately stepped in, professional smile in place. In a voice that didn’t
betray any of his thoughts or feelings, he concisely explained what his company
“After you make your choice, we’d like you to enjoy just a short break – maybe
beautiful women and all of them happened to adore him? The thought of it was
Staffan nodded, encouraging Garth to continue. Beside him, Saffi was now
seated very correctly, her tension palpable. If it was the other way around, he knew
he would not have been able to take it. In fact, the mere prospect of Saffi being with
another man was despicable, and Staffan knew he’d kill any man who dared touch
But he had to do this. It was better for both of them this way.
“After the meet and greet, you will then walk the winner around the venue, just
give her a really simple tour to explain the behind-the-scene process for concert
productions.”
Her back straightened, her mind tortured by images of something nasty hap-
Garth cleared his throat. “We would like a photo of you and the winner ex-
Staffan started to speak, but Saffi was already shaking her head. “That’s not
good.”
“And then perhaps backstage, literally behind the curtains, a kiss on the
cheek---”
“But what if the winner gets carried away and rapes Staffan?” Saffi cried out,
Staffan choked. Behind him, he heard Constantijin and Yanna not doing that
“I’ll, err, make sure he won’t be harmed,” Garth said, visibly bemused at the
turn the conversation had taken. He glanced at Staffan almost pleadingly. “Shall I
continue?”
Staffan nodded.
Clearing his throat once more, Garth went on, “And after one of your numbers,
maybe another photo to show that the winner’s caring for you some way, like wip-
ing the sweat off your face or giving you a bottle of water to drink---”
Saffi didn’t even hesitate. “Sorry, that’s my job. I’m the official water girl and,
Saffi could hear Constantijin and his lovely girlfriend coughing again, which she
Staffan’s head lowered slightly. He couldn’t help it. He needed to hide the fact
that his eyes were gleaming with laughter. Ah, Saffi. What am I going to do with you?
This was supposed to be a serious attempt to introduce Saffi to the role he wanted
her to play in his life, one that was completely dictated by his terms. But somehow
she had ended turning it into a farce that literally tempted him to laugh out loud
Not looking at Saffi’s way, Garth said quickly, as if simply wanting to get his
presentation over with, “And lastly, we’d like you to pick her from the audience and
“NO!” Saffi found herself on her feet as her heart jumped to her throat. Did this
man know what he was suggesting – and in her presence no less? “Over my dead
body!”
Sadie jumped to her feet as well, surprising everyone. “Why the hell do you
keep butting in when this isn’t about you? You’re just his whore!”
Everything in him wanted to lash out at the other woman for daring to call Saffi
that, but he forced himself to remain unmoving, his face unreadable as he waited
for what would Saffi say. He needed to see how this would play out, needed to
Yanna couldn’t believe that Staffan was letting it go just like that. She turned to
Constantijin in confusion, hurting for Saffi, but he shook his head at her, his hand-
Saffi waited for another moment, willing Staffan to do anything – say anything
just to let her know that he didn’t think like that, too. But he didn’t say a word and
This was Staffan pushing her away, she reminded herself. It was a good thing. A
GOOD THING. She repeated the words over and over in her mind until she got
herself backing in control. Forcing herself to meet the other woman’s gaze, Saffi
said softly, “I can’t be his whore when everything I give to him, I give freely.”
Sadie’s face became mottled with rage at the younger girl’s dignified snub.
“Fine,” she gritted out, wanting to lash back in any way she could, “You’re not his
whore then. You’re just his slut.”The tense heartbreaking silence that followed cre-
The look of triumph on Sadie’s face was a revolting sight, but Yanna forgot
about it when she saw how broken Saffi looked. And she looked so unbearably
young. Yanna knew the other girl was a post-graduate student, but right now, she
didn’t look like a day over eighteen, and it cut her deep to see such a nice girl hurt
so cruelly.
For Saffi, Sadie’s insult was so much worse. The words were not only some-
thing she could hear but something she could feel, all the way to her bones, crush-
ing every hope she had for her and Staffan the longer the silence continued without
Staffan speaking.
When it became too much, she unconsciously fumbled for another piece of
gum from her pocket. There was one last piece and she popped it into her mouth
like it was the only thing that could save her from dying. This gum was her life-
saver, the one that turned “H” as a shield and kept Saffi from getting hurt.
She tried again. He had his reputation to take care of. He was worried about what
the fans would say. Saffi could easily come up with a hundred reasons why Staffan
was right in staying out of the word war between her and Sadie, and she welcomed
them all. She would believe in anything except the fact that Staffan didn’t care for
her at all.
Saffi snapped her gum, taking pleasure in the way it made Sadie grit her teeth. If
chewing gum for eternity would cause the other woman to lose all her teeth, Saffi
Sadie looked like she had just heard the sound of shattering glass – in speak-
ers.
“I guess I am a slut.” As Sadie started to laugh, Saffi added quietly, “And you
can’t make me feel ashamed about it because there’s nothing more beautiful for
me in this world than being in Staffan’s arms and giving him pleasure.”
When the younger girl looked at her, head inclined to the side, gazing at Sadie
as if she was a strange and disgusting insect, her calm tone saying without words
how she wouldn’t stoop to Sadie’s level even though her barb was below the belt---
Sadie knew she had lost.
This was no ordinary groupie in front of her – if she even was one from the
start.
This girl, young as she was, was every inch a fucking lady, too beautiful and too
kind for someone like Sadie to ever bring down. Sadie had a feeling that not even
the world’s most evil bitch could take this girl down. The only thing – the only per-
son – who could make this girl beg was the same person that had put those fuck-
Saffi heard Staffan move, pushing his chair away as he got to his feet.
Oh dear Lord, what had she said? That was not at all the way groupies spoke.
She had been too emotional, and Staffan didn’t do emotion – not after what Chloe
had done to him. Was Staffan going to tell her it was over then? Unable to bear the
thought of Staffan breaking things off with her in front of everyone, Saffi mumbled
Staffan couldn’t breathe as he watched Saffi run away, fear of the way she was
breaking the barriers around her heart freezing his limbs. In fact, he hadn’t really
been breathing ever since he heard Saffi say the sweetest thing anyone had ever
A thousand things went through his mind in that second, and all of those
Not again.
Goddammit – he didn’t want to open himself to hurt again. But that was exactly
what Saffi was forcing him to do with every little thing she said or did.
“Staffan.” Constantijin’s voice was hard. “If you’re not going after her now, it
He turned to his friend clumsily. “I know that.” Yanna, he saw, was crying. His
heart clenched. If Yanna felt bad enough to cry, how much worse was it for his
Saffi?
His heart clenched harder at how his unconscious had been calling her his all
along.
His Saffi.
But she wouldn’t be like that for long if he didn’t go after her now.
And this time Staffan acknowledged that it wasn’t just because she gave him a
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It took a while for Saffi to find her way out of the venue, with her tears blinding
She needed some time on her own, just so she could get her wits back and fig-
ure things out. That Staffan hadn’t said anything – anything at all –had hurt, but if
she was honest – it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Constantijin Kastein had warned
But God – how far did Staffan intend to push her away before he’d finally real-
ize she wasn’t going anywhere without him? She wiped the tears away from her
eyes, wishing for a moment she really was a G – one who didn’t give a shit about
what other people thought, didn’t get into stupid fights with advertisers, and –
most importantly of all – one who cared more for Staffan’s dick than his heart.
Saffi finally found her way to the parking lot at the back. The street across it
would be her easiest way to get a cab. She’d go back to the hotel and stay there
until it was time to watch the concert. She shouldn’t be here while Staffan had his
The thought made her stumble, and tears flooded her eyes once more. Gs don’t
cry, she reminded herself sternly. She had to get a better hold of herself if she want-
I’m going back to the hotel, have a nice beauty sleep, and when I wake up every-
thing will be good again, Saffi told herself with a firm nod. Or at least that was the
plan until she heard Alan Carson’s pain-threaded voice from the edge of the park-
Saffi detoured, following the sound. She swallowed back a gasp at the sight of
Alan being thrown to the ground as his heavyset father, Andrew, loomed over him.
His jowls shook as he raged, “Are you a fucking faggot or what? Answer me!”
Andrew kicked his son with such force that Saffi was sure he must have broken
Alan’s ribs.
“If I fucking find out who’s made you into a goddamn fag, I’ll kill him. I’ll have
him cut into pieces and burn them one by one in front of you.”
Looking at Alan, Saffi knew the fear in his eyes wasn’t for himself. It was for
Donovan.
Unable to bear standing aside and just do nothing, Saffi ran to them, in time to
receive the full brunt of Andrew’s kick as she threw herself over Alan. She whim-
pered at the pain, never being physically hurt this much. She had a feeling that kick
had broken at least one rib, and for a moment the world swam around her.
“What the fuck?” Andrew gripped her shoulder hard, enough to make her gasp
at the added pain. He forced her to turn around, stumbling back with an aston-
She could fear Alan stiffening behind her and she blindly fumbled for his hand,
squeezing it for reassurance. The action attracted Andrew’s attention. His nar-
rowed-eyed look gave Saffi an idea and when he looked back at her, she knew what
to do.
“Please don’t hurt him anymore, Mr. Carson,” she whispered. She was not an
exceptionally good actress, but she also knew how people saw her – especially peo-
ple who had been around her all her life. Andrew was one of those people, and he
had been like everyone outside her family, thinking she was too smart for her own
good, too weird, and too naïve – someone who just didn’t have it in her to lie.
“What’s it to you?” Andrew barked, but Saffi saw his gaze had already turned
calculating.
Good.
“I’m the one he’s keeping a secret, Mr. Carson. He thinks you won’t approve of
me.” Behind her, she felt Alan stiffening again, but she squeezed his hand harder,
willing him to trust her. When Saffi looked back at Alan’s father, the look on his
face told her he was busily weighing the pros and cons of what she had said.
Which could be worse---a fag for a son or a weirdo for a potential daughter-
in-law?
When a hard glitter entered his eyes, Saffi knew Andrew had made his choice.
She might be the weirdest girl in their hometown, but she was also a senator’s
daughter, one who could help him win his own bid in Congress.
“This could have all been avoided if you told me the truth, son,” Andrew said.
Saffi squeezed Alan’s hand again, silently begging him to play along.
Alan coughed out blood as he pushed himself up from the ground. Saffi
immediately crawled to crouch behind him so she could assist him. “I…didn’t
“Of course I’d approve.” Andrew smiled at Saffi. “She’s a good girl, whatever
garbage people have been saying about her all these years.” He frowned. “What are
“It’s my first time to tour with him.” The lie slipped out of her easily enough.
Andrew’s face cleared. “Do your parents know about the two of you?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t want to tell them…I thought nothing would come
out of it.”
Alan was finally up on a sitting position, but he still had to lean against her, his
arm wrapped around his sides as if his ribs needed support. The silence that hung
in the air became tense all of a sudden, and Saffi knew Andrew was waiting for an-
And it was how Staffan found them, breaking into a dead stop a short distance
I’ve played you for a fool so many times I’ve lost count, darling. And you know
what? You’ll let me do the same thing again. You’ll let other women do it again. Be-
This was the last goddamn straw, and it felt even worse than Chloe’s ultimate
betrayal.
Alan remained quiet even though his father had long left, his arm still around
her shoulders while she supported carefully with her arm around his waist. Saffi’s
side was blazing with pain, but she knew that Alan was hurting even more. She did
her best to help him up to his feet, biting her lip to keep from crying out when Alan
Without waiting for his permission she immediately called Bob to tell him that
Alan wouldn’t be able to dance for tonight’s concert – and maybe for the rest of the
week. When she finished the call, he said abruptly, “Let’s go back.”
venue, a part of her wanted to leave him. If they went back, it would mean seeing
Staffan again. But in the end, she went along, knowing that Alan needed her right
The humiliation in his voice made Saffi’s eyes burn and she shook her head at
him. “Of course I had to. I couldn’t just let him beat you up!” She bit her lip. “I
“I feel ashamed.” Alan made the admission in a low whisper. “All my life I had a
feeling he knew about who I am and he was just waiting for me to give him proof…
The way Alan tonelessly uttered the words made her hug him. “Alan, you don’t
need to let him hurt you like that. It’s not right.”
He let out a bitter laugh. “Sapphire, not everything that’s right in this world is
going to happen. If it did, then Staffan would have loved you back---” He broke off
at the way Saffi paled. Alan cursed. “Shit, I’m sorry. Don’t listen to me.”
“No, fuck, it’s not. I’m sorry. I’m just bitter that I’m letting fear run---ruin---my
life.” Alan raked a hand through his hair. “I envy you, Sapphire.”
He nodded. “What you did – what you’re doing now, just to be with Staffan –
proud about.”
Alan snorted. “It’s more than that. You’re taking a risk for the man you love –
“---but I have to say it, babe, you’ve got balls. More so than most men I know.”
She giggled, and the sound startled her because a while ago she had felt her
world had already ended. Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them away. Alan
was right. She had taken a risk. And she would keep taking those risks as long as
She squeezed his hand. “Alan, thanks for those words. I was…depressed a
while ago but you made me see the brighter side of things.”
Alan sobered. “But Sapph? I did hear before that you were getting engaged…”
Saffi paled. “It’s not official, but I did say ‘yes’. If everyone thinks it’s a good
idea…” She looked down. “I just want a chance to make back for what happened---”
“It would have been better if I really was as crazy as everyone I thought I was
back then. At least if I was crazy I wouldn’t have known how awful it was for my
family when they saw that video--–then everyone was talking about me afterwards,
and the controversies, the scandals that followed---I’m the reason my dad lost that
time.”
“It was a cruel prank, but it wasn’t the truth,” Alan protested vehemently. “We
were directly or indirectly cruel to you, and we are the ones to blame. We caused
“It hurt them a lot, Alan, and I just want to do something to make that hurt go.
Getting engaged to Jeremy Raybourne would make that happen, and I was all for
that until…this.”
fans lined up for the concert had grown exponentially since Saffi had left, with the
entire lobby already packed. And right in the middle of it was a makeshift stage,
with a beautiful, sexy and devilishly smiling Staffan surrounded by five sexy and
She felt herself turning white as Staffan locked gazes with hers – just before he
kissed each girl one at a time. But when he reached the last one, he didn’t bend
No!
Saffi could see herself in that girl. Physically, they didn’t have a thing in com-
mon. The other girl was tall, blond, and blue eyed, with an engaging and confident
smile. But her eyes were shining the way Saffi knew hers did.
No.
Saffi broke into a run when she saw Staffan leading the girl off the stage, leav-
ing his fans screaming deliriously in his wake. She didn’t care who she was shov-
ing out of her way. All she knew was that she had to get to him before he did some-
“Staffan!” she screamed just as he walked towards the hall leading to his dress-
ing room. She would die before she’d let them go in there together. She knew what
could happen inside Staffan’s dressing room and she just couldn’t---
“Staffan, please!”
Staffan stiffened at the broken sound of Saffi’s voice, but he forced himself to
“Staffan!” She sobbed his name out this time, willing herself to run faster but
the few feet that separated them seemed like a huge gaping cliff that she could
never cross – not without his help. Saffi knew Staffan had heard her but he still
didn’t look her way. Instead, he nodded at his security personnel while talking to
“Staffan!” She was just a step away this time, and she reached out, her hand
shaking, only to find the entire security force blocking her away, a grim-faced Bob
“I’m sorry, H. The boss says you’re not to approach him while he’s…” He swal-
lowed.
“Bob, you must have misunderstood,” she whispered. “Please, Bob, I just need
to talk to him.”
“Bob, please.”
Dread skittered across her spine, but she still forced herself to meet Bob’s
Bob was the first one to look away. “The boss says you can approach him if
you’re willing to…” He suddenly cursed. “Don’t make me say it, H.”
“He says you can get in but only if you’re willing to do it with him…and the
other girl.”
Her mind reeled, the vicious reality behind those words making her heart ache
even worse than her broken ribs. This was a test. This was Staffan pushing her away.
She closed her eyes, praying for strength, surrounding herself with the warmth
of the memories she shared with Staffan. When she opened her eyes, she was able
Bob cursed once more. “Are you serious? I’m not kidding---”
“Neither am I,” she said firmly. When she’d get to his dressing room, Staffan
would be waiting for her. He wouldn’t be doing anything to the girl. He would lis-
Realizing that she was not going to budge on this, Bob reluctantly ordered his
security team to let her through. “This is not going to go well, H,” he muttered as
they entered the backstage area. He stopped walking when he noticed how much
She nodded, not knowing that her face had gone white with the pain she was
forced to endure with every step she took. She supposed she needed to see a doc-
tor right away, but this – what she could have with Staffan – was more important
“I just had a little accident. You know how clumsy I am,” she lied.
Bob reluctantly resumed walking. “You will regret this, H. It’s not too late to
turn back---”
Bob wanted to kill himself after that. “H, listen to me. This is not what you want
They stopped in front of Staffan’s dressing room door. “Bob,” she said very
softly, “Be honest with me. When you see Staffan and me together, did you ever
The optimism shining in Saffi’s gaze was almost ethereal, and he mentally
cursed his employer for doing something that was sure to take those stars out of
Saffi’s eyes. This girl was special---in every way, a breath of fresh air that no evil
could pollute.
Unable to deny the truth, not when Saffi was looking at him so expectantly, Bob
admitted grudgingly, “Yes, you do seem special to him.” He frowned then, adding
“He doesn’t want to get hurt again after what happened. I know that. We all
know that, and I’m willing to wait until he’s ready to trust again.” She smiled at
“I’ll even give you my lifetime’s worth if it will help, H,” he said as he slowly
But it was.
Staffan was only wearing his pants, his chest laid bare, shirt thrown on the
floor---together with the rest of the other girl’s clothes. She was moaning softly in
Staffan’s arms, obviously in the throes of pleasure as Staffan fucked her with his
fingers.
His head twisted over his shoulder, his smile blindingly beautiful but now it
didn’t leave her warm. It made her cold instead, and she limped back from the
sight of it, clutching her side as her entire body ached in pain at what he was doing.
She shook her head wildly. “Stop it, Staffan---” To her surprise, he did stop, but
when he turned around, Staffan slowly brought his wet fingers to his mouth and
Saffi moved another step back, her side hitting the door as she stumbled and
twisted halfway to avoid looking at Staffan. She cried out, that split-second contact
between the door and her ribs sending a wave of shattering pain to her body. Even
so, it was nothing compared to the hurt that Staffan was inflicting on her – was still
inflicting with every second he allowed the other girl to stay in the room with them.
“No. It’s not. So stop it. Leave her.” She covered her face with her hands, not
wanting to see anything. But Staffan was suddenly there, forcibly pulling her hands
down. Eyes open again, she couldn’t help seeing him half naked---and seeing the
“Pretending to be shy, baby?” he jeered, his skin crawling at utter loathing with
how great an actress she was. How could he believe her hurt over what she had
“I love you, too, baby, and I love her, too. We’re going to love each other so
fucking hard tonight it will be a night you’ll never forget.” And then he was walking
back to the other girl, leading her to the couch and pulling her down with him. She
Saffi covered her mouth as a silent scream of agony escaped her, and her body
started to shake in bewildered pain and jealousy as Staffan, his gaze never leaving
hers, started to play with the other woman’s flesh, fingers tracing the lines of her
“Stop this. I don’t care why you’re doing this but stop this, please---stop it this
She froze at the strange note in his voice. It almost sounded like hatred.
“You forgive? You’re forgetting yourself, H. You’re just my groupie --- a woman
She didn’t wait for what else he had to say, knowing that Staffan was right. Out-
side, she pushed past a frowning Bob and an anxious-looking Alan, her heart so
She was no longer a fan girl but a bona fide, true blue, 100% genuine groupie.
Chapter Eleven
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The commotion outside his dressing room was fucking hard to ignore, but
Staffan did his best – until he realized it wasn’t Saffi causing it but someone he
“Fuck you, Staffan Aehrenthal, come out and face me like a man!”
It was the goddamn prick. Alan Carson. The man who took his Saffi away.
He managed a smile for the girl he had taken to his dressing room, whose
name he had already forgotten and whose touch still left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“I’m afraid there’s trouble outside. Would you do me a favor and stay here until I
come back?”
Staffan forced himself to keep a steady pace as he walked out of the room, but
the moment he saw Alan Carson waiting for him at the hall, surrounded by the
The other man coughed out blood, and the sight was surprising enough to
momentarily get rid of the rage-filled haze that blinded Staffan. He fucking hadn’t
hit the other man that hard to have him coughing out blood, dammit.
Even though he was near to exploding with the urge to kill the other man,
Staffan clenched his fists in an effort to keep himself still. “There’s nothing we
need to fucking fight about, Carson. I’m done with…” Saying her name – even if it
was not her real one – was like acid on his tongue but he made himself speak. “I’m
Staffan was stunned to see Carson turn almost purple in rage, launching him-
self towards Staffan with a howl. Easily dodging Carson’s flailing fists – the fucking
idiot hit like a girl –he use one quick upper cut to knock the man back to the
ground.
“OUT! Everyone fucking leave the two of us alone. Bob, guard the door!”
Staffan kept his eyes on the groaning man on the ground. Another dancer –it was
Bradley again – had knelt next to Carson, muttering something in an anxious tone.
Something didn’t feel right about the two, but he was just too angry to care.
When Bob saw the last man out before leaving the hall himself and closing the
door behind him, Staffan looked back at Carson. “What the fuck is your problem?”
It was difficult to look at the other man without wanting to beat the shit out of him.
All he could see was Saffi kissing Carson, when he had also been in the ground.
Staffan frowned at the memory, and the feeling that nothing was what it seemed
became even stronger. A chill came over him, like someone walking – no, crying –
“How could you do that?” Alan asked bitterly, unable to keep his voice from
shaking as he stared up at the man who Sapphire loved so much she had gambled
Warning bells played in Staffan’s head and his fingers instinctively went up to
rub his temples, as if it could ward off the pain he was sure would hit him in a
while.
“No, it’s not right that she’d be hurt this way again!” Alan tried to stand up on
his own, but it was impossible. The beating he received from his own father, com-
bined with Staffan’s punches, made every inch of his body scream with pain. But
he knew that it would be nothing compared to how Sapphire must be feeling right
now.
Loathing rose inside him as he met the wary eyes of the hotshot rockstar before
him. Alan used to think so highly of Staffan Aehrenthal, but this went beyond the
pale. “She’s in love with you,” he spat. “You know that, don’t you?”
Staffan’s face hardened. “Love me so much she couldn’t help kissing you ear-
lier?”
Alan said the same thing in his mind, stunned at the implications of Staffan’s
words. He had told Donovan what happened so he wasn’t worried about what his
lover was thinking. But none of them had counted Staffan seeing the confrontation
between him and his father, much less realize how Staffan could have misinter-
than his body. What a bloody mess everything had turned out to be, and it was all
Staffan cursed. “Do you take me for a fucking fool to think I’d believe you after
what---”
“What you saw,” Alan cut him off tersely, “was Sa---”
Staffan had an insane impulse to punch Carson again and for the simple fact
Alan gritted his teeth. “She was saving my life because she saw my father want-
ing to kill me and did what she could to stop it.” He took a deep breath. “My father
Staffan went completely still, his agile mind able to connect the dots in a
painfully quick sequence. Suddenly, everything that happened rearranged itself like
“No,” he whispered.
Alan took Donovan’s hands. “And I am. We both are. H agreed to keep it a se-
cret, and when she saw what was happening earlier---she pretended she was my
girlfriend.”
Staffan bent his head as the enormity of what he had done crashed on him. Oh
God. What the fuck had he done? Suddenly, all he could hear was Saffi calling his
He squeezed his eyes shut, and now all he could see was the broken look in her
face as he had forced her to watch him play with another woman. Something oc-
curred to him, the odd way Saffi had held her body, and his head shot up as he de-
Alan flinched at the memory of his father’s kick landing on Saffi’s side and her
cry of pain.
The look in the other man’s face filled Staffan with a savage need to hit Car-
son’s father, especially when Carson revealed, “She may have a broken rib or two.”
He gazed at Bob and then the doorway leading to the stage, torn between his
desire and duty. Finally, he told his bodyguard, “Find her. Do anything – everything
– to find her.” Fear struck his heart at the thought of Saffi walking alone, hurt in
every way. He would do everything to win her back, fucking beg on his knees,
shave his head, and cut his hand if he had to. But first he needed to know she was
The words whipped his heart because he knew he didn’t deserve them.
An hour had passed and Saffi was still nowhere to be found. The heavy look on
Bob’s face when he came back a few minutes ago was enough to tell Staffan that
Desperate and terrified that something had happened to Saffi, Staffan decided
to end the ruse of not knowing who she was by calling her. Explanations could be
made later – right now he needed to ensure that she was all right.
“Come on, Saffi.” He waited tensely as he kept getting a busy signal from Saf-
fi’s phone. A part of him knew it wouldn’t – couldn’t – be this easy to get a hold of
Saffi again. Why should it be when God gave him his own angel - his very own
Alice, who said her Wonderland was any place that had him in it – just for Staffan
“I know that,” he gritted out. “Just give me that goddamn minute.” He redialed
her number one last time, and his world shattered when an automated voice told
Saffi.
He saw her so vividly his heart stopped beating, and he had to deliberately stop
~~~
dock---
Saffi’s mind came into a painful standstill at the words, the game that she had
loved playing with herself ever since she was a kid suddenly losing its ability to
comfort her. All these years, her mind had been both her bane and her haven. It
made Saffi different from the rest, but it also came up with the most astounding
But now even that was gone, Staffan taking away the one thing Saffi could al-
The sobs were quiet but heart-wrenching, the sounds paining everyone who
heard it. And everyone in Steel March’s private flight crew did hear it and whole-
When the plane started to descend, Saffi forced herself to stop crying, desper-
ately wiping the tears away as she fixed herself. Any one of her family could be wait-
ing for her, and she didn’t want any of them to see her this way. Saffi had caused
them so much hurt already and it would kill her to turn them into a laughingstock
once again.
The entire crew discreetly kept their gazes off Saffi’s face as they bid her good-
bye and escorted her of the plane. The person waiting for her at the foot of the
Everyone thought she was the smartest one in the family, but she wasn’t. Saffi
had always known the honor belonged to Steel, who never failed to be several steps
ahead of everyone with his cunning ability to read and predict other people’s
And because she was his baby sister, Steel had known how she would have
hated any one of them – even Steel himself – see her like this. He probably knew it
the moment she called him and said ‘hello’ in a tear-clogged voice.
She reached the end of the steps and finally lifted her gaze.
Looking back at her with unreadable eyes was a tall dark-haired man, his hand-
some face showing no clue to his thoughts. His expensive black suit fit his lean
hard body to perfection, and he wore it like he was born in it. And he was, in a way,
“It’s going to be okay, Saffi. I’m here now.” His lips touched her hair as she
sobbed in his arms. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you again.”
Chapter Twelve
@staffan_aehrenthal, Twitter:
It’s true. I’m taking a break after my US tour. And yes, it’s also true. I’m taken.
Just two concerts left, Staffan told himself over three weeks later. Two more con-
certs left and the US leg of his tour would finally end and he would be free to go to
His chest hurt. It always did every time he thought of Saffi in any way, the
things he used to say or do to hurt her now shredding his own heart.
A quiet knock sounded on his door before Bob walked in. The other man had
resigned on the night Saffi left, but he had given in to Staffan’s quiet request to
continue working for him when Staffan admitted that he had fucked up with Saffi
Staffan’s smile twisted, remembering how Bob told him in angry disgust the
way Saffi had pleaded to let her in and asked him with heartbreaking hope if he
God.
Special was such a weak word to describe the kind of girl Saffi was. There was
no one in the world like her, and he would not stop at nothing to have a chance
“Thanks, Bob.” Nowadays, he worked out three times a day, not just to stay
physically fit but also to keep himself from going insane at missing Saffi. Thoughts
of Saffi, of how she was doing and if she would ever forgive him, kept him awake.
But because he knew the people who paid to watch his concert deserved more
from him, Staffan decided to use heavy workouts to literally knock him out in ex-
haustion. It was that or take medications, but he didn’t want to risk doing some-
The gym was completely empty by the time the elevator took him from the
penthouse to the tenth floor. He nodded at Bob, and the other man immediately
left him alone. He would stand outside to ensure that no one would interrupt while
speed for a brisk walk. As he started to warm up, he unlocked his iPad, which then
took him immediately to Saffi’s Facebook page. He refreshed it, but nothing new
came up. It had been inactive ever since Saffi left him, and it was the same thing
Could she have figured out that he knew H and Saffi were one and the same?
Or was there a worse reason for this painfully empty silence? Every fiber of his
being screamed at him to go after her, and goddammit he wanted to. He hadn’t
“I’ve decided to let you know that I am your greatest treasure, Staffan,” she had
told him impishly that one night when he had given her the treasure chest and she
The impish smile had entranced him so much he had started taking off her
She giggled while trying to dodge his hands, which had already managed to
unbutton half of his shirt off her. “Yup. Because I’m not just your G. I’m a half-
breed.”
“Yes, because I’m also one of your fangirls! And we fangirls always believe in
you, always want you, always love you. So I don’t mind if you do stuff for fangirls.
Just one small thing from you is a huge thing for us.” She paused, her worried eyes
The memory sharpened the pain of loss inside him, honing it like the finest
blade as it reminded Staffan how much he had lost the moment he pushed Saffi
away.
He closed the iPad and started to run. In his mind, he was running towards her,
but she was always too far, always out of his reach.
~~~
“You’re d-daydreaming again,” Mary told Saffi, startling the other girl. It was
nine in the morning, and as Saturday mornings went, the library was blessedly
empty and quiet, with only a bare handful of students turning in. She and Saffi
loved going to the university library at times like this – or at least they used to.
Now, Mary couldn’t help but think that Saffi might be feeling bored.
Mary gazed at her mentor in concern. Saffi was normally very bubbly, some-
thing that had surprised her at the start since the other girl looked so feminine – so
like Mary, actually. But whereas Mary was really shy and soft-spoken---mostly be-
cause she had a tendency to stammer when she was nervous---Saffi was quirky and
fun once she was with people she was completely at ease with.
But Saffi had changed, ever since she came back from Staffan Aehrenthal’s con-
cert. In the past, Saffi used to have stars in her eyes every time she had something
Saffi straightened in her seat, blinking at Mary’s soft and bemused tone. She
couldn’t believe she had fallen asleep in the middle of tutoring Mary. And it hap-
pened to be about the most recently discovered fish species – another member of
the Cyprinidae family, this time found in the streams of Turkey. Researching about
new fish species was one of her favorite subjects in the world so Saffi herself had
no idea how she could have fallen asleep just like that.
Saffi nodded. “I’m just…worried about my thesis---” She stopped when she
heard Mary let out an uncharacteristic snort. Saffi smiled in spite of herself. “Did I
“Here,” Mary said, smiling back, relieved to see Saffi happy again, “I’ll do it
Saffi’s laughter had always been musical, unlike any other sound Mary had
heard really. Perhaps what made it special was Saffi’s genuine love for life, her
unique ability to seize every moment and turn it into something magical. But now
“Oh, Mary.” Saffi didn’t know if she wanted to laugh some more or start to cry.
She felt like she was going to burst if she didn’t talk to someone and just get every-
The talk helped Saffi a lot, enough to help clear her thoughts and do what she
The gentleness of Jeremy’s voice almost undid her. “Jeremy,” she whispered
“Of course.” The swiftness and firmness of his reply slightly eased the pain
“Thanks.”
After ending the call, she brought her hand to her chest and kept it there, using
it to calm her suddenly racing heartbeat. What she was about to do might be irrev-
ocable, but she had to be strong. She wasn’t going to be a fool the second time
This time she was going to be strong on her own, without needing anyone’s
help.
~~~
Leaving the sounds of adulation behind him without a backward glance, Staffan
nodded his thanks at Bob as the other man opened the door for him. His tour was
Cold sweat bathed Staffan at the thought. Would she still take him back? The
days that had separated them had been the severest agony, with every idle second
spent torturing himself with thoughts of Saffi falling in love with the first nice guy
she met back in university. Those guys, with their fucking PhDs, would no doubt
treat her like the princess she was. And she would fall in love with one of them,
how could she not when she only had his cruel and heartless ways to compare to?
His heart flinched inside him at the thought of Saffi even holding another
man’s hands. God.If just the thought of Saffi in another man’s company hurt, how
much worse had it been for Saffi, with all those times he had forced her away?
Staffan’s phone rang, Carson’s name flashing on the screen. The other man
had felt responsible for what happened between Staffan and Saffi even though
Staffan knew it was his own fault all along. No one had twisted his arm to act like a
bastard with Saffi. That had been him and only him all along.
“Hey.” Alan felt even more awkward these days whenever he had to speak with
Staffan. He could see how staying apart from Saffi had taken its toll on the once
invincible-looking rockstar. This wasn’t like how he had been when the Cougar had
left. Then Staffan had simply been in a violent rage every day. But now…Staffan only
came alive in front of his fans and after that, he simply lived for any news he could
get of Saffi.
The first time he had talked to Staffan, after a short uncomfortable phone call
with Saffi, telling the other man that Saffi had been treated in the hospital for two
broken ribs---Alan could still remember the way Staffan’s eyes had burned bright at
“Do you have news of Saffi?” Staffan asked, his chest tightening in fear and an-
“Uhh, yes. You see, lately she hasn’t been going to classes---” He stopped, feel-
ing like he had somehow twisted a knife in Staffan so Alan backtracked quickly, say-
ing, “Anyway, I have it in good authority that Saffi will be in uni tomorrow for an-
Saffi hadn’t been attending her classes---because of him. It was yet another sin
laid on his soul. Could he ever fucking make it up to her? Staffan vividly remem-
bered how she excitedly posted photos of one fish after another in her Instagram
account, and each fucking fish didn’t have just a name – she even knew its family
history, practically able to trace its genealogy to three generations back. If that
didn’t spell passion for what she was doing, nothing else would.
And Staffan had been the one to take it all away from her.
He forced his attention back to Carson, who was now telling him about a
potential ally in a girl named Mary. “Thank you for the information, Carson. It’s ex-
tremely helpful.” The college Saffi attended wasn’t just exclusive, but it was also fa-
mously tight-lipped, with even his most expert detectives unable to extract any kind
“So that’s it then.” Alan cleared his throat. “I’m really sorry about what hap-
pened---”
“It’s not your fault. I was the one who fucked up.”
“Thank you.”
After the call, Staffan reached for his iPad and checked her Facebook page
again, out of habit and out of desperation. But this time what he saw made him
No.
He clicked the refresh icon again, hoping it was a glitch. But it wasn’t. He
Deactivated.
It was like Saffi cutting him completely from her life forever. The iPad fell to the
floor with a heavy thud as Staffan became numb with terror, realizing that this was
how the rest of his life would feel if he didn’t have her back.
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“Are you excited about tonight’s fundraiser?” Mary asked her mentor and she
put the last of her books back inside her bag. Today’s brainstorming session had
proceeded much more smoothly than the last one, although she was more relieved
for Saffi’s sake than hers. She had hated seeing the other girl so despondent.
Thankfully, Saffi appeared a lot better now even though she was still painfully thin.
“Yup.” Saffi uttered the lie without even blinking. She even managed a grin,
knowing how the younger girl worried about her. Everyone was worrying about her.
She hated herself for it, but somehow she couldn’t do anything about it either.
When she realized Mary already had all her books cleared out, Staffi stood up
quickly and froze right after, the world spinning around her. God. She felt so weak
these days.
Mary saw Saffi actually sway as she got to her feet. “Are you okay?”
Saffi made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “Don’t mind me. You know how
Mary stood by the door, trying not to be so obvious with the way she gave Saffi
a closer look while the other girl began putting back her own books in her satchel-
styled bag. Sadness usually made people look ugly, but somehow it just enhanced
Saffi’s beauty, making her appear frail and ethereal with the way her big blue eyes
now seemed so much bigger and her cheeks more defined. Was Saffi aware of how
she was driving every guy in school crazy crushing after her? In fact, the more Saffi
After slinging the strap of her bag over one shoulder, Saffi caught Mary staring.
looks, sometimes acting as if she was the very opposite of attractive. But these
days she wasn’t just oblivious. These days, Saffi actually looked like she couldn’t
believe any guy could want her, which of course made every guy want to be the one
to kiss her into realizing how beautiful and sexy she was.
Mary shook her head, realizing that Saffi was still waiting for an answer. “I really
Saffi grinned, and this time it was genuine. “I know I’m the one up for the nerdy
award, but I’m pretty sure you’re even more excited I am because of a certain
someone.”
Saffi groaned. “Hey! I didn’t mean to make you feel nervous! I’m sorry.”
when she realized that Saffi did know about her secret.
Saffi bit her lip hard, knowing it wouldn’t do the other girl any good to let her
find out how horrible she was at keeping her secret. With the way Mary’s gaze con-
stantly followed Professor Richard Byron whenever the two of them were in the
same room, everyone in uni knew about the younger girl’s not-so-secret crush.
“Any guy you’re crushing on should be flattered,” Saffi finally said, meaning it.
Mary blushed. “That’s nice of you to say, but I’m not you.”
Saffi opened the door, gestured for Mary to precede her and switched the lights
off before locking the door. She and Mary were pretty lucky that Professor
Matthews had allowed them to use the classroom for their session.
with students literally running and shoving their way past them.
“What on earth is happening?” Saffi asked as she found herself twirling almost
360 degrees back to where she started as countless screaming girls stampeded
past them. The crowd’s excitement was contagious and Saffi couldn’t help grinning
as she and Mary joined the chaos and allowed the tidal wave of people to sweep
them away.
concert.
Saffi and Mary glanced at each other---and they simultaneously broke into gig-
gles. “I almost feel cool because I’m a part of…of whatever this is,” Mary admitted
“You are cool,” Saffi said then added, “But just imagine if this turns out to be a
simple earthquake drill! Would that still make you feel cool?” Mary was still laugh-
ing as they finally reached the main lobby of the building. As the crowd took them
closer and closer to the main doors, Saffi realized that the girls around her were
Mary’s eyes widened, her head snapping towards Saffi in shock as both of them
realized what the deafening screams were all about. Mary saw Saffi’s face turn
white, and she cried out in alarm. “Are you all right?”
Saffi froze at the foot of the steps, causing the other students behind her to
lose their balance. They cursed, shoved, and threw dirty looks at her but Saffi
couldn’t make herself move, unable to believe what she was hearing the crowd
chant.
Surely, this couldn’t be---but it was. Oh, dear voluptuous velvet-belly shark, it
really was. Once, Saffi had dreamt about this – dreamt of being wooed by the man
she loved in front of the entire school. It was the stuff romantic fantasies were
The crowd parted before Saffi like the Nile River. Her stomach churned painful-
ly as her lowered gaze saw the most exquisite pair of shiny men’s leather shoes,
and the churning sensation grew worse as the owner of those shoes began walking
towards her.
She couldn’t move, think, or even breathe. Was she going to faint in front of
him? God, please no, let her not faint. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction
of realizing how much he still affected her, didn’t want him to know how so easy he
“Hello, Saffi.” The sighs that went through the crowd as Staffan spoke were be-
yond audible. It was practically tangible, accompanied as it was with a shared thrill
of seeing the object of their long-time sexual affections in person, up close and
personal.
Her head shot up, just as one of the girls behind her muttered loudly, “I can’t
Staffan was even more gorgeous than she remembered, with his hair beautifully
wild, his hazel eyes dazzlingly bright, his chiseled face made even more jaw-
droppingly handsome by the way his lips curved into a hesitant smile. He was also
impeccably dressed. In fact, throughout the tour, the only time she had seen
But for once, Saffi couldn’t care less about Staffan’s mesmerizing looks. What
she really wanted to know was if she had heard him correctly. Had he just called
her---
She blurted out, “What did you call me?” Saffi kept her gaze on his lips, fearing
to meet his eyes – or anyone else’s for that matter. She was conscious of the way
everyone’s – and she meant everyone – gazes had swung toward her as she spoke
to Staffan. Their gazes felt mostly like a mixture of shock, curiosity, envy and not a
“Saffi.”
She felt even dizzier when she heard Staffan say that one name she hoped he
wouldn’t say. Please, God, if you could just grant me one wish, let this be it. Let me
not faint---
Whatever. It was Saffi’s last thought just before she lost consciousness.
When she opened her eyes, she was lying on the backseat of a car, staring at its
leather-upholstered ceiling. Saffi slowly pushed herself up, and as she did she real-
ized that she was on one side of the U-shaped backseat of a limousine. It only
“How do you feel?” His voice was hoarse with worry, his heart still thudding
hard against his chest. He knew that the terror of seeing Saffi sliding away like she
was dying would remain in his mind forever. If he hadn’t yet known how much this
girl meant to him, he did so now. That one moment told him all he had to know.
As he waited for Saffi to speak, Staffan unashamedly and hungrily stared at her.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. Had she always been this beautiful? But she was
also appallingly thin, and his chest squeezed painfully at the thought of being the
cause of it.
“I’m fine.”
Saffi didn’t meet his gaze as she answered him, and that hurt. He clenched his
fists at his side, controlling the urge to sweep her into his arms and beg for a
When she still didn’t say anything, he clenched his fists harder, his body
becoming taut with tension. Staffan continued doggedly, “I came here to talk about
the past---”
“No.” Saffi didn’t even have to think about it. The memories of what happened
– of what she knowingly allowed to happen between them – still made her cringe
and she would be absolutely crazy if she would let Staffan relive her humiliation all
over again.
“Saffi---”
Hearing him say her name so…so normally made her whisper, “Have you…
“Yes---” Staffan cursed when Saffi flinched as if he had struck her. He might not
understand her reaction, but he understood her, and it told him that he had some-
She flinched again, dazed by the pain of her newfound realization. How was it
possible that this man could have so many ways of hurting her? “I’m glad I gave
you something to laugh about for the tour,” she said flatly. “Another stress reliever,
right?”
Staffan whitened, realizing how she had completely misinterpreted his actions.
“Saffi, it’s not what you think.” No longer able to keep his distance from her, not
with every cell in his body clamoring for contact, Staffan went to her side.
She started to struggle the moment he touched her, but he was of course the
stronger one and in moments he had tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his
gaze. “Listen to---” His voice faltered at the sight of her eyes.
Saffi blinked at the odd way Staffan was suddenly staring at her. “What?”
Terror enveloped his heart, but he determinedly made himself ignore it. His
brain told him he was fucking too late to have Saffi back, but he was going to god-
damned try his hardest anyway. He wasn’t going to fucking let go without giving
his all this time. He had lost her once, and it had been hell. If he had the smallest
chance of chaining Saffi to his side this time, Staffan would take it and throw away
the key.
just wanted that you be the one to tell me the truth.” He inhaled sharply, knowing
that what he was about to say could go either way. “Chloe…used to lie to me all the
time, and I had to beg her to tell me the truth every damn time. When she left me, I
Try as she might, Saffi couldn’t make herself ignore the bitterness in Staffan’s
“I lied because I couldn’t take any chances of anyone guessing who I really was,
especially with the way I was dressed and the way I was acting.”
For a moment, Saffi considered lying but just as quickly decided against it.
There was no reason to, and she couldn’t bear hurting Staffan with yet another lie.
“I wanted that weekend for myself, to escape my boring life and pretend I could be
the kind of girl you’d want. I wanted to know how it felt to be your groupie.” She
was unconscious of the way her lips twisted in a painful smile as she continued,
Staffan groaned as tears formed in Saffi’s expressive eyes, and she struggled as
he pulled her to his lap. The feel of having her back in his arms was glorious, but it
would have been more so if only he didn’t feel like the scum of the earth for having
Her entire body remained stiff in the circle of his arms, but Staffan could feel
her shoulders shaking at how hard she was trying to stop herself from crying. She
failed, and every tear that seeped into his shirt burned him.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, hugging her more tightly, knowing
he would give his life in an instant if it meant stopping Saffi from hurting. “When
you ran away from the room that night, I went after you.” He struggled to breathe,
knowing what he was about to say would hurt her even more. “I wanted to tell you
how I felt then. I was planning to go on my fucking knees and beg you to come
back to me for good, but I saw you with Carson. I saw you kissing Carson. It gutted
me. It was like Chloe taking me for a fool again and…” His voice lowered, voice raw
A choking sob escaped her, Staffan’s words making her remember the worst
moment of her life. She started to cry hard then, the tears endlessly flowing as she
She went wild, knowing she had to get away from Staffan, every inch of her
body crawling at the memory of how she had begged him to just stop touching the
other woman.
“Calm down---”
The hurt in her voice was too fresh, too strong for Staffan to ignore and he let
his hands drop, keeping himself still as Saffi flew to the opposite side of the car.
Chest heaving, she strove for control, despising at the same time how weak she
still was with Staffan. Just one touch and her body had become completely alive. It
Saffi forced herself to meet Staffan’s gaze. “I can’t be with you anymore,
Staffan.”
Her words knocked him over, and he felt like iron claws had suddenly wrapped
around his heart. “Saffi---” He couldn’t think of anything to say after that. He was
panicking, and not even with Chloe had he felt this afraid. He had to make this
He tried again, his voice hoarse. “Saffi, I’m sorry.” When she shook her head at
him, the stars still absent in her gaze, Staffan reached for her desperately.
“No!”
Staffan went cold at the way Saffi shrank away from his touch. “I’m not going to
She shook her head furiously. “I can’t…it’s just…” Even though it killed her to
do so, Saffi made herself look at Staffan. “It’s not you, Staffan. It’s me. I can’t let
myself be with you. I just…” She covered her mouth, pressing her hands hard
against her lips to stop them from trembling. “Staffan, I just don’t have any pride
when I’m with you and it’s not right. It’s just not.”
Chapter Fourteen
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Hours had passed, but Saffi’s words still hadn’t left him, had indeed taken to
repeating itself nonstop in his mind. The words humbled and terrified him at the
same time. On one hand, it made Staffan hopeful. Surely such words meant Saffi
still cared for him, one way or another. But on the other hand, those words could
also mean that she was determined to move on and nothing he could do would
It was a goddamn mess, but even so all Staffan knew was that whatever hap-
pened, he wasn’t going to fucking back away just like that. And if Saffi had some-
how thought he was going to be like a fucking selfless knight in shining armor, that
he’d play nice and let her go because she deserved someone better---
Everyone at the hotel snapped into attention when he walked inside. It was
ironic that the event Saffi was slated to attend – and receive an award – was being
Two uniformed security men stood guard at the entrance. Guests before Staffan
showed their invitations before proceeding inside but when he reached the front of
the line, Staffan merely raised a brow and the pair hurriedly threw the doors open
for him.
Every man inside the vast and elegantly decorated ballroom was dressed in suit
and tie. That was a fucking good omen, he told himself. It would make him stand out
more in his white tux. He remembered how Saffi used to comment all the time on
his red carpet photos, saying over and over again how much she loved his “sophis-
Well, if that was what she fucking wanted, he would dress in a goddamn tux
every day, even work out with a fucking bowtie if he had to. Staffan was willing to
Even though she was backstage, waiting for her name to be called and receive
her award, Saffi knew the exact moment Staffan came inside the ballroom. Perhaps
it was the way a palpable wave of lust went through all the females in the crowd,
making them literally fan their faces. It could have been the noticeable buzz of
whispers or – if she had the courage to peek past the curtains – it could easily be
the way hundreds of flash bulbs had suddenly gone off, turning the ballroom into a
Trying not to show how much the knowledge of Staffan’s proximity rattled her,
Saffi continued almost desperately, “Can we go through the routine again? I’m a lit-
tle nervous. This is my first time to receive an award. I know it’s not much---I
mean, it’s not like I’m a valedictorian or something. It’s just because I’m such a
“Staffan Aehrenthal is outside,” Tanya, the senior in charge of directing the en-
tire student-organized event, told her with wide eyes the moment Saffi paused for
breath.
Saffi stared fixedly at her notes. “Oh?” She told herself she didn’t care. Well,
fine – she did. But that didn’t matter. This was going nowhere and it would never
Tanya’s face became filled with awe. “You’re so cool about this. If he was
looking for me, I’d be melting right now---like right this very moment.”
“There’s nothing to be excited about.” Saffi was thankful of the way she was
able to sound unaffected even as her insides twisted with pain. “I’m a great…fan of
“Really?” Tanya let out an audible sigh of relief. “I’m so glad to hear that! I
thought you two had something going on.” She cleared her throat. “Maybe you
Saffi knew Tanya was subtly asking her to set her up with Staffan. Her first vio-
lent instinct was to say no, but she forced herself to smile and nod. “Sure.” She
could do it. She had to do it. The sooner Staffan understood that she couldn’t be
with him, that she could never be whatever he wanted her to be in his life, the
~~~
Staffan had just finished refusing the tenth person to offer giving up his front-
row seat to him when Saffi’s name was finally called. His attention immediately ar-
rested, Staffan held his breath as the curtains parted and Saffi slowly walked into
She was an angelic vision in white, her curly hair falling in beautiful waves past
her bare shoulders. A ruby-red pendant gleamed against her skin, and Staffan knew
the way it rested in the valley of her breasts would draw lustful gazes all around.
His jaw clenched with jealousy, and it was all he could do not to race up the stage
and cover Saffi with his jacket. If he ever fucking found which goddamn idiot de-
signed Saffi’s dress, that person was going to lose his fucking business. He’d god-
Staffan wrestled his gaze away from her just to look at the crowd, and his fears
proved to be true. Everyone was practically ogling her and it took all of his leg-
endary self-control not to order everyone out. This was fucking family property, and
he definitely had the right to do so if he wanted. And if it weren’t for the fact that
Staffan needed to crawl his way back into Saffi’s good graces, he would have done
so without a qualm.
When she took the award and the microphone, her eyes briefly scanned the
crowd. “Thank you so much for---” Saffi stumbled into a stop when her gaze met
Staffan’s. When she hadn’t seen him in the front row, she had started to breathe
more easily. After all, he was Staffan Aehrenthal. He was always used to the best,
and he’d never be the type to sit anywhere but the front row.
Saffi took a deep breath and started again. “I’m really thankful for this award. I
know it says in this plaque An Award for Prolific Achievements, but we all know that
just means I’m the biggest nerd in school.” She smiled as she waited for the laugh-
ter to die down. “But it’s okay, really, because I’m happy as a nerd. Personally, I
think it’s just another way of describing a person who’s found his or her passion in
life. This university helped me find my passion, and I’ll be forever thankful for that.
So…” She lifted her award up. “I’m offering this to my fellow nerds!”
Practically everyone came to their feet after that, thunderous applause filling the
room and startling Saffi. Flushed with pleasure at the way her speech was received,
she had been able to momentarily forget about everything that happened in the
past…until she came face to face with Staffan, who was waiting for her backstage.
easily standing out with his gleaming white tux while everyone else blended blandly
into the darkness. Outside, she heard the lights shutting off one by one as their
host gave his final speech. A party song played right after, followed by the cheers of
the crowd.
“Congratulations, Saffi,” he said quietly, his eyes shining with something like
Saffi stepped back quickly just as Staffan reached out for her. She made her lips
form a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, pretending she didn’t see the flash of hurt
“Thank you.” She took a deep breath. “I really appreciate you coming here. I am
still your biggest…fan.” Somehow, she couldn’t make herself say she was a fangirl,
feeling like she didn’t deserve to call herself that. She lowered her voice, making
sure that only Staffan could hear her as she said, “But I think it’s better if you go
now.”
He stiffened.
She stiffened, too, wondering if she had pushed him too far. His pride meant a
And then he stunned her by speaking in a voice that was neither loud nor soft
but just enough for everyone to hear if they wanted to – and of course they wanted
to.
“I’d give you anything you want in the world, Saffi, but I’m not letting you go
Somewhere behind her, a girl shrieked, as if carried away by the fierceness in
Staffan’s tone.
Saffi could only empathize. Her own heart was beating so madly it was a mir-
acle she could hear anything beyond it. She shook her head in confusion. “Staffan-
--why are you doing this? Can’t you see it’s not going to work?”
“I did give us a try,” she cut him off tonelessly. “And you responded by practi-
Staffan whitened. “I was a fucking ass. I’d kill myself a hundred times if it
means taking away the hurt that caused you – but I can’t. All I can tell you right
now was I was a fool. I hadn’t trusted you. I let my bitterness about Chloe color my
perception. All I can do now is to prove to you that I will love you every fucking day
The words were so exquisitely beautiful it broke Saffi’s heart to ignore them.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just can’t do this with you anymore.” She ran away
then, and she ran even faster when she heard Staffan calling for her before taking
after her.
Moon-walking mudskipper!
“Saffi!”
She was gasping loudly now, trying to catch her breath as she did her best to
run away from Staffan in her ball gown and high heels. Thank God the crowd had
forgotten all about restraint, crowding towards him and begging for autographs
“Goddammit, Saffi!”
He was still after her? How could he have gotten past those man-hungry vamps
so quickly?
even though his hair was combed so flatly it stuck to his scalp. “H-hi, Sapphire. I
just wanted to tell you congratulations for a job well done.” His voice was sincerely
admiring as he added, “I still can’t imagine how you were able to write a new re-
“Saffi!”
Staffan’s voice made her swallow, but she managed not to look over her shoul-
der as she told the guy, “It’s just really because I’m the biggest nerd.” She jumped
when Staffan called for her again, this time sounding too close. Physically, emo-
“Saf---”
She cut him off. “Care to dance?” Not bothering to wait for an answer, she
pulled him to the middle of the dance floor and threw her arms around him. There.
That should stop Staffan. He had always prided himself for being cool. He had al-
ways been possessive and jealous, but his pride would never allow him to actually
Staffan broke into a stop at the edge of the dance floor, recent exertions making
him breathe a little harder than usual. Was she fucking serious? Was she really
going to fucking let another man get his dick close to her body in a slow dance just
to keep him away? And did she really think that would keep him away?
Ah Saffi March.
As always, she proved to be bad for his ego but good for his heart, with the way
she could give him a cardio workout like no other. As for her talent for turning what
was supposed to be the most dramatic moment in their lives into a fucking scene
But what he probably loved most about Saffi was her propensity not to think
things through, proving again and again how she was the opposite of the majority
~~~
Saffi stiffened when Jay-Z and Justin Timberlake’s collaboration for Suit & Tie
was cut mid-song and she stiffened even more when it was replaced by the first few
Poison.
The song that launched Staffan into stardom, the song that Staffan crooned as
he introduced her to the wonders of his unique brand of hand selection---twisting
tonguefish! It was the kind of déjà vu Saffi didn’t need right now.
Staffan didn’t make any move to walk to her, as if giving her a chance to con-
tinue dancing with Mike, Mark---whatever his name was, giving her a chance to
shame him the way Chloe had in the past. Then his humiliation had been private, a
matter between the two of them. But now he was giving her the upper hand, a
She started to cry, her knees giving way but before she could stumble into her
partner’s chest, sure fingers had wrapped around her wrist, spinning her away. The
next thing she knew, she was in Staffan’s arms, staring up at his glittering eyes as
He started to move, his body fluid, strong, and graceful, and Saffi’s body
moved with his like magic, like she never had two left feet all along. “I love you,”
she whispered.
Staffan’s eyes shone brightly, but he didn’t stop singing, dancing---didn’t stop
showing her off to the crowd. There was no hand selection, but somehow this dance
felt even more intimate, turning Saffi into a blushing tongue-tied statue as the last
Applause followed, rocking the ballroom, and then Staffan tipped her chin up.
For a moment, all he could do was stare. She was finally back in his arms,
seemingly willingly, but a tiny part of him still doubted his good fortune. “Forgive
me, Saffi,” he whispered, not caring that his lapel microphone was broadcasting
every word.
Her mouth parted in silent shock, tears raining down on her cheeks. She
couldn’t believe someone as proud as Staffan was apologizing to her in public. She
tried to speak and couldn’t, her throat constricted with emotions. All she could do
was nod.
Staffan took her hand, raising it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. There were
sighs all over the ballroom again, with every woman knowing that Staffan Aehren-
thal had to be in love. After all, the rockstar was famous for not doing romantic, for
being overly sexual with everything, for being proud about not being a gentleman.
He answered her with a boyish-looking grin, which put her knees in danger of
“If I was her, I’m not going to fucking ask why,” a woman muttered behind
Saffi paid it no attention. She was getting used to the fact that virtually every
He raised a brow. “You tell me. I distinctly remember you saying in your Face-
Saffi gasped. “Staffan!” She closed her eyes, unable to look at Staffan or any-
where else since she was surrounded by people all around. Oh my God. She
couldn’t believe that Staffan had read that! “It was a joke,” she said weakly, eyes
still welded shut. If she had her way, she was going to live her life like this from
He pressed feather soft kisses on her eyelids, chuckling when she blushed and
He cupped her face. “Life with you will be one eternally wonderful dance, a
Staffan thought about the way she couldn’t lie to save her life, the way she
talked about fish all the time, and how adorably sweet she was in the quirkiest
ways.
He grinned. “When we dance, the music will be something only the two of us
can understand.” Staffan kissed her nose. “And that’s exactly how I want it because
He grinned. His beautiful and adorable H – who was also his prim little Saffi –
had wailed his name this time, and then she suddenly literally jumped into his
arms, forcing Staffan to take a few steps back as his arms immediately went around
her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist and kissed him.
It wasn’t proper at all. She knew that. This was something H and not Saffi would
do, but right now she didn’t care. “I love you,” she whispered, crying the words
Ah Saffi March.
He teased, “I think I recall you posting a photo of a couple doing this exact
same thing in Instagram and telling your followers that this was what we did be-
She pulled back. “Staffan!” Saffi didn’t know if she should be flattered or terri-
fied that he knew so much about her. “Did you stalk me online or something?”
Her words sounded too eerily close to how Constantijin and Yanna described
“Quiet.” And to make sure she shut up, he kissed her again, this time making
her lips part so he could drive his tongue inside and taste her again.
She moaned, and he groaned with her. Ignoring the wide-eyed crowd, he
walked with single-minded determination towards the DJ booth set up in the cor-
ner. It was an assembled cubicle with one glass wall and the rest made in rein-
forced plastic.
He only had to look at the DJ for the headset-wearing guy in hoodie to scramble
past him.
Saffi managed to pull her lips away when she heard a loud bang, just in time to
see Staffan draw the blinds closed to cover the glass wall of the DJ’s booth. Her
eyes went wide. Here was yet another moment of déjà vu, and yet another thing she
is not the right---no!” She took a step back as he advanced and ended up bumping
He took off his bow tie and shrugged off his jacket. “I need to fuck you. Now.”
“Yoga-ing yellow fin tuna,” she said weakly, her mouth going dry. Those fuck-
me eyes of his could make her do anything, and Staffan knew it.
He choked, pausing with the buttons of his dress shirt. “Yoga-ing, Saffi? Are
She was so far gone now, heady with desire, that all she could do was push her-
self up the table, throw her skirts up, and push her panties down. It hadn’t even
gotten past her knee before Staffan was on her, pushing Saffi to her back. One
hand went to pull her neckline down while his other hand fumbled to unzip his
pants.
“Yes, he hissed, letting her struggle with it and using both hands now to pull
down the top half of her gown completely. He sucked his breath in when it im-
mediately bared her naked breasts to his sight. “No fucking bra, Saffi?” he growled.
“You better have worn this for me and not any other guy.”
She finally managed to free his cock, and her hand clasped it tightly, lovingly.
He groaned.
Staffan moved up, and she let her hands fall away as he began rubbing his cock
“Yes.”
He slid into her very slowly, taking her inch by inch so that she was squirming
with need by the end. “Stop torturing me---oh!” He was finally inside her to the hilt,
and having Staffan fill her with his hardness again was the most exquisite pleasure,
“B-because.” She couldn’t answer coherently, not when he was thrusting in and
out of her, pushing her to the brink of insanity with the way he alternated between
“Staffan!” But she let out the tiniest moan after as he thrust more forcefully into
her. And it was just the start. Saffi’s legs fell wide open while her fingers dug into
his back as he rammed his cock into her again and again, his every thrust making
her eyes roll back and her body squeeze around his cock.
“Saffi!”
She gasped, one hand immediately covering his mouth. “No, Staf---” She
“I want them to hear me fucking you, want them to know how much pleasure
you’re giving me.” His hand squeezed her breast, kneading it before his fingers
Her back arched at the riotous sensations his touch created, and it arched even
more when he bent down to suck one nipple into his mouth in rhythm with the
She tried to keep herself from crying out as he sucked harder and thrust deeper
into her, but when Staffan reached with one hand to play for her clit, she knew it
She let out a cry, no longer caring that everyone could hear her. She cried out
his name over and over as her body splintered into pieces. Staffan didn’t stop ram-
ming his cock into her as she came, his lean hard hips moving furiously over her,
and then his back arched. “Saffi!” He threw his head back as he came, his move-
ments wild, passionate, and lacking the control that once made him a legend.
She wrapped her arms around him when he rested his spent body on top of
her, his cock still pulsing softly inside her. “I love you, Staffan.”
He turned slowly to kiss her cheek before pulling away to look down on her.
She nodded.
“Saffi?” he prompted while tenderly tucking loose strands of hair behind her
ear.
Just a few days, she told herself. She was going to be selfish again and just have
a few more days before they tackle the not-so-nice realities of her life. “No more
lies.”
“Good. Now let’s get out of here. There are a couple of boys I want to see with
“Staffan!” He gave her a short hard kiss, but even that was more than enough
He surveyed the dreamy look on her face with satisfaction. When she opened
her eyes, the stars were also back, which was even better. In less than a minute, he
had her fully clothed and was already tucking his shirt back in. “I don’t fucking
share what’s mine, Saffi. And they’re going to fucking hear from me that if they give
“You’re just going to embarrass both of us,” she grumbled. “They’ll all think
you’re crazy for getting jealous over me.” Just as she reached for the door, he
When she looked over her shoulder, he kissed her again, even more devas-
Staffan pulled away, smirking when he saw the dazed look on Saffi’s lovely face.
“There. Now no one would ever have a fucking doubt about what we did.”
Bag of rolls in one hand and a paper holder of two cups of steaming hot coffee
in another, Saffi debated with herself whether to buy today’s tabloid or not. She
shouldn’t really. She knew that. Steel told her not to. Staffan told her not to, and
even Yanna and Constantijin told her not to. With the report of Chloe Gustav’s
marriage breaking down all over the news, she was likely to see a lot of awful ru-
But that was because they didn’t know about her and Staffan, Saffi told herself.
They didn’t know that he loved her so much he had been living in her dorm since
they got back together, with everyone in uni turning a blind eye to it. During the
weekends Saffi went with Staffan to sleep at his loft but school nights were always
Putting everything down for the moment, Saffi decided it was better to browse
through the whole thing without Staffan around. If she did it back at the dorm and
Staffan happened to be awake, she would never get to see even one word written in
it.
So far so good, Saffi thought, scanning the front page and seeing nothing written
about Staffan or Chloe. She flipped through the pages, her smile widening with
every page that had nothing about the two until she reached the penultimate page.
The photo, together with the big bold letters written over it, made her feel dizzy
with horror.
Homosexual halosaur.
Saffi broke into a run, gasping when she reached her floor. She threw the door
Saffi slid to the floor, numb with shock, the tabloid slipping past her fingers,
falling open to the page where a photo of Jeremy and her was printed. They had
been caught in camera leaving the pharmacy, and a small in-set shot had zoomed