Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(8)

I knock again. Nothing.

He could be sleeping, so I open his door, poking my head through, but he isn’t here. I walk in, closing the door behind me. I glide my fingers along the sheets on his bed. I go to his desk, placing his man perfume and his food there.

He should notice them when he comes in. He must be downstairs somewhere. I am about to leave when I hear a noise coming from his bathroom. I walk slowly toward the bathroom door, seeing it’s ajar.

I look through the little gap and the place is steamed up. He must have just had a shower, but when I see him my mouth hangs open. I quickly cover my mouth with my hand to stop the gasp. He is standing near the sink, one hand holding the basin, the other holding his dick.

His head is bowed forward, his eyes closed. I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t seem to look away. I feel that ache between my legs start to build. I want to touch myself so badly, seeing water dripping droplets from his hair to his chest, teasing me as it slides down his well-toned stomach.

I watch as he speeds up, pumping himself faster. His hand that was holding the basin goes to the wall next to the mirror. My eyes wander down to his dick once again, and seeing how smooth, how perfect it is, I can just imagine what it would be like for him to be inside me.

I press my hand against my chest, my heartbeat hammering away. I am about to walk away when I hear Naomi calling out to me. I look at the door, then back at Nate, and he is looking at me through the mirror. His eyes look dazed, but he doesn’t stop.

His eyes close when I hear him groan out his release. I see his cum covering his hand and the sink. I quickly run out of there, almost banging straight into Naomi.

“Shit, girl, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

I grab her hand, running down the hall. We keep going until we reach my room, shutting the door behind us, my back pressed against it.

I’m acting like a murderer is after me.

I close my eyes and have to quickly open them again as all I see is Nate watching me as he finished himself off.

Dammit.

“What the hell is going on?” Naomi demands. “Are you okay?”

I shake my head. “Yeah.” Oh yeah, that doesn’t look too obvious.

“What happened?” She pulls me into the room and pushes me to sit on the bed as she sits next to me. “Come on, spill, you’re scaring me.”

“I kind of just watched Nate jerk himself off.”

Naomi’s eyes go wide and then she shrieks, almost deafening me.

“Holy shit, was it hot? Is he big?”

I place my face into my hands. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“He’s perfect,” I whisper.

“Of course, he is. He screams perfect. You lucky bitch. How much did you see? Was it a little look or did you actually watch?”

I open my mouth then close it again. I feel like a stalker or a pervert.

“Oh my God, you watched. You actually watched him.”

I push her off my bed, but she is laughing on the floor.

“Naomi, it’s not funny.”

“It is.” She kneels up. “Did he see you?”

I look at her and she stops smiling.

“Oh no, he saw you watching him. What did he do?” She pins concerned eyes on me.

“He continued, then he came.”

“He didn’t stop?”

I shake my head.

“I don’t know what to say to that. Do you think he liked that you watched? Found it a thrill or something?”

“I don’t know, but I do know I won’t be able to look him in the eye again. I just fucked up our relationship.” I groan, lying back.

“Your relationship was you pining after him and him hardly saying two words to you unless it’s an errand or when he’s drunk.”

“Thanks for sharing all that. Feel more shitty now.”

Naomi lies next to me, and we both look up to the ceiling.

“I can’t believe I watched.”

“I can’t believe you watched. You are the good girl between us both. You’re the angel and I’m the devil. Maybe I’m rubbing off on you.” She pauses. “Maybe rubbing is the wrong word.”

I grab my pillow, hitting her with it, making us both laugh.

“Just act like what just happened was no big deal and soon it will be forgotten.”

“You think so?”

“He will forget, but doubt you will, though. That shit will probably be in your dreams for a very long time.”

“You really know how to make me feel better,” I say sarcastically.

“That’s what best friends are for.” She winks at me. I push her, accidentally making her fall off the bed. I burst out in hysterics.





Naomi heads to the radio and when Cher’s “Turn Back Time” starts to play, we both shriek, singing along to the words. I love Cher. If I could get away with having her hair she had back in the eighties, I would.

I grab one of my hairbrushes, singing into it. Naomi quickly grabs one also and we start singing at the top of our lungs when the chorus hits. I feel the music flowing through me. I stand up on top of my desk, pretending I’m on a stage.

I sway my hips, singing to Naomi, her singing back to me. I do a few dance moves to certain words, then I jump down, walking to my door and opening it quickly, singing out the chorus before the guitar solo plays.