Rock Star Billionaire

Another burst of tears followed. “That isn’t true, Zay. I cared about your father very deeply, and loved him a lot more than you’ll ever realize. But I was lonely. His life was completely devoted to working and I’d barely see him most days. I felt like I had married an empty bed. That was no excuse at all, but at the time I couldn’t think clearly. A lonely woman is capable of stuff like this.”

“I’m aware of that,” I snorted.

“Which is why you need to give Gina another chance.”

“Here we go again.” I rolled my eyes.

“I invited her to come back here and live with us,” she said without looking me in the eye.

“What the fuck did you do that for? This is my house and you don’t get to make these calls in my house.”

“Oh alright then, I’ll tell her not to come if that makes you feel better. You haven’t seen my pills by any chance, have you?”

Holy shit. Had she just threatened another suicide attempt? I couldn’t take it anymore, I was trapped. A part of me wanted to let her do whatever she wanted. But the other part of me just could not bare the thought of losing another parent, as manipulative and cunning as she was. She probably would never go through with it anyway, but that was the power this woman held over me. Logically, I knew she wouldn’t, yet her threats were enough to raise concern and bend me to her will.

I considered the idea of Gina moving back here. It couldn’t really be that bad. I had plenty of spare bedrooms in the house, she could pick the one she liked, farthest away from mine, and it would have the added benefit of keeping my mother entertained. They could spend all their time with each other and I could spend all my time at the office, with Aria.

The thought of Aria made me feel uncomfortable. She was already upset with me and it would take a lot for me to get out of this situation alone, I didn’t doubt it. But I didn’t even want to think of her reaction when she found out about Gina. I wondered what would be the best way to explain it to her, and whether she would even give me a chance to explain. From the outside it must look bad: I was technically still married, and trying to fake an attempt of reconciliation with my wife to keep my mother from offing herself, yet I had made her sign a contract to be my girlfriend and then slept with her. And so many women before her that she knew of. She would think I was a complete asshole, if she didn’t already. Aria could never know about any of this, under any circumstances.

“Okay, mother, Gina can move back into the house. But she’ll have to stay out of my bedroom.”

She flashed a smirk of victory. “For now that sounds like a good idea. She’ll have to eventually move into your room, you know. But we will wait until you guys have better results from couple’s therapy. That’s fair enough.”

What part of this was fair? I didn’t love Gina, I never would. She was wasting my time and her time and quite frankly setting the woman up for quite a bit of disappointment and hurt feelings. But until I figured out a better way to stop the suicide threats, I’d just have to go along with it.

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The next day, Gina was all moved in. My mom had already told her to pack and get ready for it before even having that conversation with me. She was a conniving fox.

There was a knock on my door. “I’m busy,” I lied. I didn’t want to see either of them.

“I have something for you, it’ll only take a second,” Gina’s voice said from outside the door. Better her than more threats from my mom.

“Fine, come in.”

She did, wearing nothing but a robe. “Hi,” she said in what I imagined to be an attempt at a seductive voice. Then her robe came off. It wasn’t an utter shock. It wasn’t an unpleasant sight entirely: Gina had a tall, slender and toned figure, with the right amount of curves. Her bright blonde hair flowed under her big round breasts. Objectively, it was quite aesthetically pleasing.

“Put your robe back on,” I said, turning away from her and looking back at my computer.

“But, but I thought-“

“You thought wrong,” I said, ignoring the reaction of my penis, which was quite different from my own. “I am not going to fuck you. Not now, not ever. So quit embarrassing yourself.”

First I heard some sniffles and then I heard her cry as she ran out of the room. Holy shit, women. Did she really think that that would work? Just walking in here and stripping? That it would make me forgive her for all she had done and we would go back to being okay again? It was sickening, and also showed exactly what she thought of me: someone who couldn’t keep his dick in place. Little did she know that the only person I wanted to fuck was a twenty-year-old redhead, whose defiance and stubbornness was enough to give me a hard on. I closed my eyes and lay in bed, thinking of Aria’s smooth skin and soft pussy, stroking myself thinking I was inside it, making her cum. I lasted less than a minute. The mere fantasy of Aria was enough to make me lose all control.

I would lose it completely if I didn’t have her back in my bed soon.

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That evening, my mother somehow convinced me to take Gina out to dinner. “I’m feeling particularly under the weather, might need an extra dosage of my pills,” she had casually stated, right after suggesting that Gina and I needed to have some romantic time outside of the house if we were ever going to work. If only I could explain to her that I had no interest in making it work whatsoever.

She could fit in with all the crazy rich celebrities. We could be great a fucking reality show.

I knocked on Gina’s door and said, “I’ll be in the car, come whenever you’re ready.”

I walked over to where Ned was parked right outside my house and made myself a drink of whiskey.

“You don’t seem to be having a particularly good day, Zay. Want to talk about it?” Ned asked upon seeing me chug my whiskey.