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The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 18 : All I Want
*Ophelia*Still reeling from dinner and overhearing Asher’s conversation with his brother, I stay silent on the drive home. Asher doesn’t seem to grasp what’s happening here, but he might be in his own world. I just keep replaying the meal in my mind, seeing Maria’s eyes shooting lasers at me.I’d tried to ignore her, listening to conversations bounce around the table. But in the end, any questions I’d been asked were difficult to answer. I didn’t want to anger Asher’s mom. So, my answers were short.We pull into the drive at Asher’s, and I immediately get out of the car and walk back to where we drove.“Ophelia?” Asher calls. “What are you doing?”I’m not even sure.“I need a walk. Clear my head, you know?”“Want me to come with you?”“No!” I say all too fast. “No, I honestly just want to be alone for a little while. I’ll be right back.”His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t fight me on it. So, I turn back and continue down the drive.I don’t know what to do. I mean, I thought com
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 19 : Goodness Gracious
*Ophelia*Asher’s hands move down to my hips, squeezing them tight as he moves us to the couch and lays me down on the cushions. He never breaks the kiss, his lips exploring mine like he’s found the answer he’s been desperately searching for. He breaks away to move to my neck. I moan softly while his lips trail down my throat, sucking soft marks into my skin that have me almost bucking up into him like a horny teenager.I’ve never felt like this for anyone before. He’s driving me wild from his touch alone, sending fiery shivers down my spine.I gasp when one of his hands sneaks under my shirt, caressing my belly until he slowly drags it up to the edge of my bra. He teases me with his soft touches, running his finger along the wire before moving it to circle where my nipple is.It rubs against the inside cup of my bra uncomfortably, causing me to arch my back and press my body up against his. I need more friction, some kind of relief that it feels like only Asher can give me.He
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 20 : Everything to Everyone
*Ophelia* “Well, that’s just it,” Carolanne says over the phone. “They don’t know what caused it. All they can tell me is that they’re going to monitor her. That’s all they really can do at this point.” I gnaw on my bottom lip while my fingers ache with how hard I’m holding my phone up to my ear. Hearing my sister say that the doctors have no idea what’s caused our Mama to have such a bad reaction to her medication is worrisome. What’s to say that it won’t happen again and make her even more sick? Rolling over to see those missed phone calls had practically given me a heart attack, especially since my sister isn’t the type to call me more than twice when she needs something. So over twenty times? I’m lucky I’m still upright and breathing. Carolanne’s news hadn’t made me feel any better, though. “Is there a way for the doctors to weed out any possibilities? Maybe they gave her something she wasn’t supposed to have. What was the last med they gave her?” Carolanne sighs. “I
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 21 : Monster
*Ophelia*By the time the food arrives, Asher’s still nowhere to be found. I thank the driver and then shut the door, bringing our bag of food into the living room where I place it on the coffee table by the couch. Should I go try to find him? I don’t want to seem clingy or anything, but it’s been well over half an hour since he’s been gone on his phone call.Perhaps I could just pop my head in whatever room he’s in and let him know the food is here, that way I can check on him.Heading down the hallway where I’d last seen him, I walk a few paces until I begin to hear his voice again. Following it, I end up going down another hallway where I see one of the doors open. Poking my head in, I see Asher sitting behind a large desk, scrolling on a laptop while he’s talking on his phone. “Yeah, that sounds fine… great, I’ll see you then.”I lean my hip against the doorway as he ends the call. “Everything okay?”He looks over at me, not at all seeming surprised that I’m standing the
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 22 : Happy
*Ophelia*“Get your ass into the living room!” Skylar nearly busts down my door, making me jump from my spot on the bed. I’m in the middle of writing some new music and figuring out the chorus, which I’ve been stuck on for about two hours now. But everything in my hands falls to the ground as I grasp my chest from the shock of her entrance. “Fuck, Skylar!”“Come on!” she whines, grabbing at my wrist and pulling.“What crawled up your butt?” I question, my eyes widening.She moves her loose ponytail away from her face, now using both hands and her full weight to rip me from my spot. “Just come here!”She quite literally throws me off the bed and into our living room. There, she has the TV, tuned into the sports channel that we normally watch the games on.“You dislocated my shoulders to have me look at the channel I watch most Sundays?” I deadpan.“Shut up!” She grabs the remote and turns up the volume.“Malachi Jordan had the chance to sit down and interview our favorite Slat
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 23 : You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid
*Ophelia*I jump into Asher’s arms, kissing him as he spins me around like a romantic comedy. It feels like it’s been weeks since we’ve seen each other, and just being in his arms makes me feel a way I haven’t felt before.“I missed you,” he whispers into my ear, clutching the back of my head. He laces his fingers between my hair, and God does it feel so incredibly good.“Missed you more,” I reply.Asher’s in town for tonight and tomorrow, and luckily, his visit falls on one of my gigs at Aunt Jen’s. I’m pumped for this because besides seeing me at the plaza the night of Camila’s downfall, he hasn’t watched me perform yet. “So, besides seeing me at Aunt Jen’s, anything you wanna do while we’re in town?” I press as we head out of my apartment together holding hands. I’ve got my guitar case secured in the other hand, and we make our way out into the warm evening air.“I’ve got some ideas,” he taunts. “Been looking into a specific activity.”“Oh no, what’re you going to make me do
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 24 : The Chain
*Asher*When I hear the sound of Ophelia’s front door, my mind and body snap to attention. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but Skylar had told me to throw on the TV and help myself to anything in the apartment while I waited.I look at the clock on the wall, and it’s late. Ophelia had said she wouldn’t be long, but it’s nearly midnight now. I feel my chest squeeze, worried for a moment about what happened. But she enters the room and throws her arms up in the air.“Asher!” she cheers, immediately causing me to lift my eyebrows at her sudden change in attitude. What’s going on?Ophelia grabs me into a hug, seemingly vibrating with excitement. “You’ll never believe it! He signed me! Mac Daddy, the guy we met at the plaza! He wanted to sign me, so we signed the contract tonight!”Her words slur together, and I find it complicated to place her sentence.“Ophelia, slow down, you’re drunk.” I push her away from my body, trying to get a good, complete look at her. Her face is wired, but
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 25 : I'm Not Okay
*Asher*As predicted, I struggle with sleeping even on the ground. Turning constantly, my mind taunting me through the night with horrid nightmares I awake from in a panic. It’s stressful and triggering.Our argument when Ophelia came home is what dances through each dream, but Courtney’s image morphs with Ophelia as my body and mind try to agree on who’s said what in the past. Sweat encases my back, and my head starts to grow heavy and pained.I sit up, leaning forward as I put my head in my hands, a wash of different emotions pushing and pulling me.This cannot happen again. I hate myself for this, but if there’s any hope for me to sleep, something’s got to give.I crawl into Ophelia’s bed, which stirs her. “Asher?” she murmurs, eyes half open as she looks at me. “What time is it?”“Late,” I respond. “Sorry. Couldn’t sleep.”“What’s wrong?” She asks, rubbing at her eyes. “Nothing,” I lie, just wanting to sleep. “Go back to sleep, okay?”Ophelia sits up more, clearly sti
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The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 60 : Superbloom
*Ophelia*The screaming patrons of the concert hall cause the backstage area to rumble under my feet. That, mixed with my nerves, has me quivering. All my work has brought me to this moment. But I can’t help the ache in my heart not having Asher here but know there’s no time to wallow. Tomorrow is the championship game, and the team can’t go anywhere, even if they want to.I take in a deep breath, shuddering as it exits my lungs. I shake out my hands next and start pacing back and forth.“You okay, Ophelia?” Daphne appears by my side, her phone in hand as always. She’s dressed in a t-shirt with my name printed across it and a pair of jeans, with a blazer thrown on over the ensemble.She reminds me of Carolanne, and I’ve dubbed her my older sister. She’s been so attentive, helpful, and even kind to me. I’ve cherished her advice and compassion, so I know I can share my anxieties.“I’m nervous as hell, Daph. I don’t need to be. I’ve been rehearsing for months and know nothing impedes
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 59 : Anti-Hero
*Asher*“Oh, that’s nothing.” Ophelia declares this so nonchalantly that I hesitate a moment. My phone is blowing up with notifications that have tagged us both. But these aren’t standard messages people are sending. There are threats, violent thoughts, and desires. I don’t normally interact with my social media accounts. This, though, is much different.“No,” I slowly start. “Nothing is someone just saying they don’t like you. These messages aren’t nothing, Ophelia.”“It’s been happening for months, Asher. I’ve just turned off all my social media notifications.”I rear back like I’ve been stabbed. “MONTHS?!”She nods, shrugging like she’s just misremembered something that isn’t important. “Yeah, I just figure people hate me because I’m dragging your image down or something? I didn’t tell anyone, though. You have enough stress on your plate; I didn’t want to add this, too.”I can’t help but laugh at her wanting to protect me. Hasn’t she realized I’d do anything for her? “My love,
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 58 : The Grudge
*Ophelia*“Ophelia! ‘Lose It All’ is number three on the charts this week!” My new manager, Daphne McKenna, calls through the studio, excitedly running up to me. She shows me her phone, and I pull the headphones from my head to around my neck.“Holy shit!” I squeal, jumping up and down in my seat. “This is insane!”“They love you, Ophelia!” David says, coming in with a bottle of champagne. “And we’re immensely proud of you.”The interns and other workers enter the studio, handing David a towel to open the bottle without risking the equipment.“Thank you, guys, really. David, I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without your support. Daphne, thank you for taking on my baggage load in such a short time. I’m so happy to have you here with us. And thank you to everyone else for all your hard work and dedication. But thank you for believing in me.”The bottle goes POP! as everyone cheers, pouring alcohol into paper cups and cheering about the room.It finally feels like I’ve e
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 57 : Missing Piece
*Asher*November comes and goes, and we’re staring down the barrel of Christmas and the New Year. Celebrating Thanksgiving with Ophelia in attendance was some of the most fun I’ve had in years. Per tradition, the Slater family plays football out in the yard while the turkey cooks. It’s nothing more than a friendly, silly time where no score is kept, and no one plays by the official rules.Ophelia initially wasn’t interested. “I like to watch sports, not play them,” she’d teased. But then, Payton and Renee asked to join in, and her entire attitude changed. “Alright, fine! If your nieces are gonna play, then count me in.” It had been a few months since she met the girls, and neither remembered my girlfriend. But it soon didn’t matter because they were busy trying to run the ball down the yard.AJ even came in to pick up Renee, carrying her past everyone so that she could score. Adorably, she tried to spike the ball with both hands, but the ball just flopped to the ground.The entire
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 56 : Out Of Your Mind
*Ophelia*I can feel Asher’s body tense, his muscles becoming predominant at the initial glance of the stocky man. As usual, his suit is too tight around his body, and as an added bonus, he’s sweating his ass off, wiping at his forehead with a handkerchief like it’s still the 1950s.“Well, well, well. Look who’s come crawling back.” Peters's voice comes out like a slithering snake. It fits perfectly with his conniving ways, and I cringe at the sound. What a bastard.“Alvin?” I inquire, taking a step forward.“Miss Lane. Have you come to your senses? Finally realized that I’ve been right all along?” It’s like he believes he is invincible in this setting, but I’m about to drop the bomb on him. I can’t wait to see his expression. I look up at Asher, who returns the glance. He raises a single eyebrow but doesn’t release the tension. I think he’s even clenching his jaw.I turn back to the pathetic excuse for a man. “You’re fired. You’re no longer my manager. If you want to address an
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 55 : Bad Reputation
*Ophelia*“Please, tell me what happened, and don’t leave anything out.”Maria connected us with a friend who specializes in contract law. She just so happens to have a location in Los Angeles, so a few days after his game, we fly out to meet with her. Asher and I sit in her office now, staring across her desk as she asks me to recount everything that’s happened with Alvin Peters since the moment I met him at the restaurant in Nashville.Emily Faith, the lawyer, has her hair wrapped in a bun on top of her head. She could be mistaken for my mother; the color is identical. She wears a grey pantsuit with a pink-collar shirt and has a steaming cup of hot coffee on her desk. She’d offered some to the two of us, but I’ve been too jittery this morning to accept anything. Instead, we were brought two cups of water. I hold mine tight in my grasp as I force myself to breathe. Emily’s hands are folded on the table, and she looks from Asher to me. I do as she asks.“I felt…funny after taki
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 54 : Love Goes On
*Ophelia*Asher’s parents take us all to dinner to celebrate the win of another game. It’s significantly more fun than any of the time I spent in L.A., and I think their son telling his girlfriend he’s in love with her put everyone in a much better mood after Courtney. We go to an upscale Italian place, but we are not properly dressed. Usually, this would make me nervous because I feel as though I’d stick out. But in truth, I don’t notice if people watch over us. I’m bursting with love and happiness for my person; being with his family is like a dream come true.Frank orders a bottle of champagne for the four of us, holding his glass up once we’ve all been given ours. “To my family and Asher's big win.”We clink glasses, taking sips together. I watch Asher’s face, wondering if he picked up on his father’s words and their meaning. I don’t think he was referring to football, at least.We order pizza and pasta, and the restaurant's vibe is inviting. The Slaters know the owner well,
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 53 : Because I Liked a Boy
*Ophelia*I can hear Asher before I see him. Courtney’s standing before him all done up, but her face is scrunched up in rage, red blotches on her cheeks and down her neck. “How dare you talk to me this way! Who the hell do you think you are?”“I don’t care who you think I am. I’m in love with Ophelia, and nothing you can say will change how I feel!”I stop in my tracks, Asher’s parents both running into me. I can’t help it. Did he just say that? Did I hear him right?“You…” I stammer out, my hand shooting up to my mouth in disbelief. Asher Slater, the quarterback, is in love? With me?My heart picks up speed, the thumping going through every inch of my body as I process the words. Asher and Courtney both jump at my single word, the two making eye contact with the three of us mere feet away. The reactions each have are vastly different. While Courtney continues to blow steam from her ears, Asher’s face relaxes, and his brown eyes tell me the truth.He loves me. In Love. With me.
The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback Chapter 52 : Could Have Been Me
*Asher*My teammates hoist me into the air as they begin to celebrate in the endzone. Holy shit, thank God we won. I almost blacked out while running that last thirty yards. All my brain could say to me was, “Don’t fuck this up.”“That’s our fucking quarterback!” Mark cheers, lifting his helmet in the air and spinning his arm around. “Asher Slater is a force to be RECKONED with!”My best friend seems to be drunk on the win, but I won’t spoil this for him. The guys all worked their asses off to get this win today. I’m still shocked by our win, but I scan the crowd before us, made up of teammates, reporters, coaches, and other football personnel. I look up at the family box that I know Ophelia’s in with my parents. I’d noticed when sitting on the bench in between my time on the field that the cameras continued showing off the three of them, enjoying the game and laughing together. Ophelia looked mortified a few times she appeared on screen, and all I wanted to do was tell her it w
