| They’d warned him. Now he was paying the price. Lance tossed over in bed, his eyes casting toward the figure sleeping soundly beside him. The very essence of outside beauty with long curly brown hair and big sparkling eyes. He sighed into his pillow wondering why everyone was always right about things ... why he was always so eager to find love he often jumped in over his head with the very definition of ‘bad news’. And wasn’t that exactly what Justin had called her? Bad news? Justin was right. He climbed quietly from the hotel bed and padded into the kitchenette. He poured himself a large glass of juice and gulped it down. He frowned as he noticed the caviar jar opened and the Cristal champagne bottle popped. Money. So much fucking money. Lance resisted the urge to slam his glass down on the tiny counter. He had too many manners for that. Even if the truth bit him in the ass he still couldn’t find it in himself to be unkind. Even if she was. He moved into the living room area and climbed onto the couch, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes. They hurt ... lack of sleep he supposed. But sleep had eluded him for a week, at least, since finding out what a mess he’d gotten into. The gold digger. “Dump her,” JC had suggested simply after spying several clothing bags on the tour bus. “She’s spending that much of your money, dump her ass and don’t look back.” “Stop giving her money,” Chris explained, after she showed off a new thousand dollar bracelet. “She can’t spend what she ain’t got.” Lance knew they were right ... all of them. It was a mistake. He’d been blinded by the fact she was into him ... not JC, not Justin, not Joey, not Chris ... but him. Oh, hell, he knew girls dug him. He got that once his hair was spiked and the tips dyed. Once his arms buffed and he grew some facial hair. Once he started dressing both sexily and simply. Once he’d begun acting. Yeah, the girls were there. But the Pop video. That was when Joey was hurt ... and Wade was filling in ... and there were tons of gorgeous women prancing around pretending not to be interested in them all. And that was fine ... not just with Lance but with all of them. More gushing was something they could live without. The girl in the white room was different. She was almost shy when he said hi to her ... and smiled from underneath long, curly lashes. Her body alone made him twitch in a raging fit of twenty-two year old hormones. So when he sat down and she climbed in behind him, it was stimulating. When her hands rubbed along his back, he didn’t pull away. She didn’t make him flinch like so many fans did. He liked it. Justin shook his head though, in warning. And JC was more than upset when Lance invited her out for coffee once the shoot was done. “She’s an extra, man.” He’d said, folding his arms across his chest. “You gotta watch them.” “Meaning if she’s not famous in her own right I shouldn’t date her?” Lance was angry ... and a bit defensive as he tugged off his shoes and changed to his sneakers. “Not at all.” JC rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “I’m just saying ... fucking and dating have two different sets of rules. You know that.” “If I know that why are you reminding me?” Lance eyed JC suspiciously. “Hmm?” “Fuck if I know,” JC growled, storming off. Thankfully MTV had wrapped for the day. And so it all began with coffee ... then phone calls and day visits. All on Lance’s dime. After all, she was a struggling dancer and actress. It only vaguely occurred to him that she could be using him. Shit, he was Lance Bass and he thought he was careful. Not careful enough. And when she pleaded with wide eyes to join him on tour he’d been more than happy for the company. He even felt a bit badly at having to leave her alone for so much of the day -- plying her with a few hundred dollars to enjoy herself shopping or getting a massage. He’d done it out of kindness. After all, he did like her. But when she began to whine a bit for money, Lance went on alert. And when the guys began to notice expensive purchases, he cringed inside. She wanted him, he convinced himself. Him not his money. Deep down he had his doubts. “Lance, baby. Come back to bed.” Lance sighed as he heard her voice float from the bedroom. He sighed because he understood what he was to her -- a token. Nothing more than a token. “Not tired,” he yelled back. But he was tired. So tired his eyes burned. His stomach ached from lack of sleep and his body refused him. “Aww, come on. I’ll make it worth your while.” Lance could envision her now -- primping and propping herself up to “pay him back” for all the money he let her spend. It wasn’t what he wanted -- nor what he needed in his life. “I said I’m not tired.” His voice was a bit more terse than usual and he didn’t care. His polite southern charm was loosing its battle with his patience. “Go back to sleep.” She appeared in his view, naked, and he rolled his eyes. “Not now,” he hissed as he curled down deeper into the couch. “Go back to bed.” “I don’t wanna,” she pouted. Her hands trailed over her body slowly as she moved closer. “Come on, Lance. I’m so in the mood.” He peered up at her through narrowed eyes and watched as her hand pressed between her legs -- as her head tossed back. And dammit, he cringed as it caused an erection to start instantly. He wanted to cover his thin boxers with his hand to keep her from seeing. If she saw, she would know that she had that power over him -- and that was something he couldn’t bear any longer. His friends were so right. He had to end it. But she was persuasive -- and he paused as her body moved toward him methodically. He was pissed. She knew what she was doing. “Go back to bed,” he tried again, but this time his voice wavered and she grinned at him in the darkness of the room. He bit his lip because she got it -- she knew she had him. “Laaaance,” she cooed as her fingers grazed up her stomach to her lips. “Come to bed with me.” Lance felt the hardness grow between his legs and he growled at it. She was poison and she was killing him slowly. When she hovered over him and took his hand in hers only to guide it between her own legs, Lance cringed. He battled back and forth with what was right and what was expected. She was cruel. “Touch me baby,” she purred as her eyes glowered down at him. And Lance was pissed -- more pissed then he could ever recall being. In one move, he jumped up and grabbed her roughly, dragging her into the bedroom. His pale green eyes darkened with raw sexuality as he threw her down. She stared up at him with laughing eyes -- eyes that beheld the obvious excitement incited in her boyfriend. Lance wanted to scream and cry all at once. His need for proper actions dissipated as he crawled up her body, nipping at her collarbone with brutal strength. “That’s it. Be rough.” Lance blinked down at her in wonder. Her hands roamed over his body, peeling his boxers down and off. He paused briefly to compose his emotions. He’d never been one to be rough, or brutal, especially during sex. He craved simply comforts like long, leisurely kisses and tender caresses. He lived for breathy moans and becoming lost in his partner’s eyes. Then again, he’d never had sex with anyone he didn’t love. He supposed she was expecting it. He’d held her at bay this long. But something inside his belly curled and desire raged over him. He wanted to fuck her ... then make her leave. One small act of revenge. Lance pinned her hands over her head easily and attacked her neck with his tongue. He used his other hand to force her legs apart. It would be so easy, he reasoned. He could just take her and be done with it. But she laughed again. And Lance pulled away. “What’s so funny?” he hissed as he rocked back on his feet. “You. I waited all this time to fuck you and now out of some kind of anger, you’re gonna ditch your morals and do it. I love that.” Her hands rubbed his inner thighs and she slid down toward him. Lance was stunned. His breath became lost as he thought. She was right. It wasn’t really worth it. Her lips touched the tip of his erection and he bit his lip. His conscious toyed with him. Her mouth swallowed more of him as he frowned. Right or wrong? Her hands assisted her mouth ... tugging and pulling at him with all the expert of a two bit whore. He moaned a little. She smiled with her mouth full. His brows furrowed as he looked down at her. Want slid through his veins like a snake and he snarled shoving into her without compassion. She gagged and he snickered. He moved his hips up and down with gritted teeth. She was stunned. His mind was made up. She complied because she had to. He came right in her mouth with a level of detached amusement. She swallowed without hesitation. He rolled off her with a satisfied grin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stared over at him. “Get out,” Lance said simply. “Excuse me?” She jumped up in horror. “Lance!” Lance rolled over lazily, unable to wipe the sneer from his face. “Yeah, get out. I don’t need to say it again. I’ll call and have another room set up for you, but I want you gone in the morning.” He shut his eyes in a wave of relief. He heard her cry, and scream, and throw something at his head. Slowly, he got up and dressed, grabbing his bag. “I’ll leave then,” he said easily. “I’ll have an airline ticket for you at the desk tomorrow.” She stood there with wild eyes as he exited the suite and didn’t look back. Once in the hall, Lance sighed heavily and knocked on JC’s door. “Can I crash till morning?” he asked as a sleepy JC opened the door. “I got rid of some baggage and I need to sleep.” JC smiled as he peered out into the hallway ... catching a glimpse of an irate gold digger screaming like a lunatic at Lance. “Hell, yeah. Come on in, man. Glad to see you back.” Lance nodded sadly, and collapsed on the bed. It was over ... but at what price to his heart. |
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