Ignite Me: Shards of Glass, Part One (25 page)

He glanced out the window and smiled. “You have a valid point! You’re very passionate about that kinda thing aren't you! I quite like that!” He ran his hand up my thigh.

I closed my eyes. “I have a voice, one which I try to use for good effect! I mean back in America the papzz used to follow me and Sean around like we were the hottest news ever when the world is slowly being fucked over by the human race! I would write slogans on my jackets or hats so at least the word got spread!” I sighed. “Kinda glad I don't get a whole bunch of media attention now Sean and I are over! I feel like I can walk home without being stalked by cameras!”

It was handy not having a rock star boyfriend now even if my dad was a high profile rock star himself the media left me alone for the most part though I guessed that might change now I was dating a multibillionaire.

He rested his legs on the coffee table. “The fact that you have a passion about that kinda thing is interesting for me because you could actually help me out! One of my companies is investing in renewable energies! Would you like to look at the plans and see what you think! Your opinion would be gratefully received!” He studied me.

I nodded yes without even thinking it over. I had a real passion for that. “Sure, but if you don't like my opinion promise you won't go all moody?!” I fixed him with a look and chewed my lip nervously.

He grinned. “I promise! I actually think you'll like the ideas I've been working on, I can show you next week! I'm away over sat and sun visiting the parents! I'd take you along but frankly I don't want you to be scared off! Also I kinda wanna keep you to myself for a while longer!”

I smiled. “I look forward to helping you out, I'm excited! Also it's cool you don't want me to go, I mean it's probably a little early, I guess I'm not the kinda girl your folks would want you to be with!” I shrugged.

He sighed. “Evan, it's not that I don't want you there it's that I just don't want them to taint what we have! To be honest I'm sure they think I'm A-sexual so the fact I've gone public and called you my girlfriend is why I'm going back at the weekend to prove to them you’re not a gold digger and that I've not lost the plot!” He let a breath go.

I wasn't often shocked into silence but the fact he'd said they thought I was some gold digger actually stung. “Oh.” I was angry they would judge me without even meeting me. The other thing was that I didn't know he'd told everyone we were an item. We'd been that a day at the most. I really was out of the social media loop since I'd signed out of twitter.

“I don't normally pull the do they know who I am card but they can't seriously think I need your money?! Also when and how did you tell the world we're an item?!” I grinned at him.

He smirked. “Yes I know I should have said I'd done it but since you quit twitter because of that idiot’s fan base I figured he needed to know he didn't stand a chance! I should have asked you first! The truth is though that we are dating and I do love you! Also my parents are shall we say judgmental sticklers for tradition! They don't care to look into things before they jump the gate! I am simply going to put them straight!” His voice dropped and his eyes where suddenly serious. “I want you to know I don't share their opinions and never have done!”

I tilted my head to one side and studied him. He was deadly serious. “I know you don't! I guess they just don't understand I have my own money but let's face it there are girls out there that are gold diggers! God knows I've frightened enough of them away from my dad! Little bitches only after his money! They don't stick around long after I lay my traps but he's given up the women now and brought a dog!” I laughed.

He laughed with me. “Hmm I bet you’re a force to be reckoned with and I look forward to meeting your father! He doesn't like my sort much does he?” He raised a brow.

I pulled a face. “I'm sure once he gets used to you he'll be okay with you! He’s from a working class background, kinda an inverted snob! You’re important to me so he won't have a choice!”

He smiled from ear to ear. “I've never had anybody tell me I'm important to them before! I was always content with what I had but even just today, me and you together like this, it feels right! I know we are both learning about each other but I'm glad I took a gamble! It paid off!” He rested his head back into the leather and smiled.

He looked contented and I grinned lopsided committing the image to my memory.

“I don't think I've ever felt so at home in anybody's company before! You make me feel safe! Which helps my crazy anxiety issues so much when you just take over!”

He smiled. “I am glad you feel that way! I won't mean to be over baring but I probably will be! But as you say when I take control you don't have to worry yourself with thinking!”

I sat up enough so I could scoot over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I like you, and I'd decided I'm gonna keep you!” I grinned as I kissed his cheek again.

The smile spread across his face. “I am glad about that because I'm kinda attached to you now!” He smirked.

I moved so I was sitting with my head on his shoulder, his arm around mine. I closed my eyes and let a contented sigh out. I didn't feel lonely when I was around him. That numb feeling I normally had in the pit of my stomach was gone when he held me. His fingers stroked my hair sweeping in a downwards motion. I felt my eyelids get heavy, the hair stroking was immensely relaxing. I dropped off to sleep.

“Isn't there anyone else that can take you?! I've got plans for Friday evening!”

I became aware of someone speaking but was too sleepy to work it out.

“Why isn't her mother able to take you both?! Oh she's sick so you've got two spare tickets... I'm whispering because I am!”

I groaned sleepily. I didn't want to wake up. I'd been having a lovely dream about Cameron and me making pizza. “Please don't let it be a dream...” I refused to open to my eyes.

I heard a chuckle from beside me and I physically jumped wondering where I was. My eyes snapped open to find the room half dark, I hadn't been dreaming at all, I'd simply feel asleep.

Well this is embarrassing.

“It's okay Evan, you've been asleep!”

“Sorry.” I mumbled realising he was on the phone.

“Don't apologise, I liked watching you sleep! I'm on the phone to my sister, actually she's kind of in a bind!” He rolled his eyes.

I rubbed my face waking myself up. The sky outside was a dark blue now I'd been asleep at least an hour. I wondered what was wrong with his sister. “Oh is she okay?!” I frowned.

He smiled. “She was meant to be going to a gig with her friend and her friend’s mother but she's sick so they aren't going but Georgia has two spare tickets! She doesn't have anyone to go with, I was wanting to spend the evening with you before I go away for the weekend but would you want to go to the gig with us?!” He smiled.

I pulled a face. “Depends what band it is! I don't do boy bands that pretend to play guitar!” I grinned.

He laughed. “Georgia what is the name of the band?!” He paused waiting for an answer.

“Oh I see, Vampire Empire and some other band!” He pulled a face.

He had no idea who they were but I did. My face split into a huge grin.

“Hell yes I'll go! I know the band quite well! They toured with Exceptable Fragment! They are really nice guys, very little known over here, could be a scouting type thing for you!”

He nodded his head. “We will pick you up from the train station at 3pm! Then go for food before the gig! Evangeline says she knows the band so at least two of you will have a good time! I'll bring my iPod and earphones.” He winked at me.

He was teasing his sister. He had a soft side and I liked it.

I laughed imagining him actually trying to listen to music over the screaming guitars and bass.

“Please can you not scream down the phone at me? Yes she is my girlfriend... Yes I can count! No you can't have her mobile number and most certainly not! 3pm at the station! Don't forget the tickets! See you then!” He cut the call and slid the phone back into his jeans pocket.

“Sure you don't mind?! You can come back here after if you wanted?! I can drop you home Saturday morning before I take Georgia home!” He looked at me with hopeful eyes.

I nodded. “Sounds good to me! I'm thinking I'm gonna have to dig there band shirt out of storage!” I knew I had it somewhere in my apartment. I had a whole bunch of band shirts I had picked up along my travels packed away.

“What kind of music do they play?! They aren't a band I've heard of.” He pulled a face. The one that most parents pulled when they were dreading having to take their teenagers to a gig. It was very generous for him to take his sister to gigs.

“I don't like labelling bands into genres really but I guess they suit the whole punk rock genres! They are all in their 20s. They don't have a UK based label yet! Might be worth you checking them out! They are gonna be hot!” I tilted my head to one side. “It's cool you don't mind taking her, some kids miss out on live music because they don't have anyone to take them if they are under 18!”

He smiled. “I guess she knows that with owning a record label I'm not going to complain too much! Much like you I don't go for that all that fake shit just to make them edgy! Also let's face it, my mother and father wouldn't take her! And my brother is far too busy being up his own arse so it's me or nobody!”

He really didn't like his folks much. I didn't blame him. “Hey about before I'm really sorry about falling asleep!” I grinned.

He shook his head. “Like I said don't apologise! I didn't mind, I've never watched anyone sleep before, it was really peaceful! Your eyelashes fluttered like tiny little wings and your eyelids have all these tiny blue veins. It's kinda weird but because you were relaxed enough to sleep I felt really pleased with myself!”

I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “You’re kinda sweet when you want to be! I never normally fall asleep like that, must have been all the pizza I eat!” I lifted both my hands above my head and linked them together and lifted them upwards feeling several bones realign after being twisted up.

“Good formation on the stretch my personal trainer would be proud!” He grinned.

“You have a personal trainer?!” I wondered it was a female.

“Yes I do, he is very good! I have a session three times a week!” He smirked. “Do you work out?! Because your body as I had the pleasure of finding out is very well toned!”

I blushed. Would I ever not find the way he looked at me embarrassing like he was remembering earlier.

“Sorta, I do ballet fitness! Keeps me toned and lean! Which is handy cause also keeps me super flexible!” I raised a brow at him.

“Really?! How flexible?!” He raised a brow at me in return an almost dare to show him.

“Oh very flexible! I can actually do the splits! Wanna see?!” I grinned at him.

He closed his eyes. “Well now, I would indeed like to see but you don't have to show me! I've got a perfectly good mental image!” He smirked.

“Mental images aren't as good as real memories though!” I stood up and walked to just the end of the coach where there was an expanse of wooden flooring. I was actually quite smug about the fact I was 20 and could still do the splits, so I showed if off all the time.

“I'll just stretch first, don't really wanna have to go to the ER!” I laughed as I did my warm up.

He turned so he was facing me and looked intrigued. His hands made the steeple again but his palms didn't touch as he studied me.

“Okay here I go! Wish me luck!” I stood straight and took a wide legged stance so my legs where slightly more than shoulder length apart and breathed out, I allowed my legs to start to spread out at my side slowly lowering myself down, until my pelvis reached the floor and used my hands to support my weight. My eyes locked with Cameron's as I took a breath in.

“I can do it the other way too but this is the way I pulse my legs when I do my ballet fitness so it's the easiest for me!” I held the position for a while longer before going back into a sitting position on the floor and stretching both my legs.

“I know that wasn't meant to be sexual but I can't help it that was hot!” He grinned at me looking a little embarrassed!

“I take it Miss A line skirt couldn't do that!” I smirked.

He raised a brow. “No she couldn't! I think that's unique to you!”

I got myself up from the floor and walked back over and flopped down next to him. “Well trust me you’re the only one who's ever seen me do that in just a shirt and panties!”

His hand rested on my thigh with a slight squeeze. “I am very lucky you choose to show me! Did you still want to share a bath?! Or is it too late now?! It's gone 8pm!”

I rested my hand over his, my hand looked small sat on top of his and he was right compared to his honey tanned skin I was a creamy white colour in compassion and something crossed my mind. “Do you use fake tan?! Cause you know sunbeds are really bad for you right?!” I studied his side profile.

He grinned. “No I don't use take tan, I don't use sunbeds either I've been abroad scouting musical talent otherwise I'm almost as pale as you are!”

I smiled. “Ah okay! Well good because seriously my fake-ass-friends in LA use sunbeds all the time and I swear to god they all look like 30!” I snorted in disbelief that I had ever thought they were my real friends. I only had a small handful of those.

He was clearly trying not to laugh. “You have a unique way with wording things! So bath?!”

I laughed. “Is that your way of saying I'm like common?! And yes okay for the bath!”

He chuckled softly. “No I am most certainly not calling you common you just say things differently than I do! I like it, it's what makes you, you!” He turned his hand over so now my hand sat in his palm. “Come on baby let's go get that bath!” He stood up linking his fingers in mine.

I got up and let him lead the way. “Well, I'm glad you don't think I'm common, I'm just me, I mean you are literally the most well-spoken person I've ever met! I love that cut class British accent... Does funny things to me!” I added in an undertone.

“Hmm, really?! Like what!” He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped suddenly, I ended up I walking into him by accident.