CHAPTER 1

THE ROCKTAR

April 11, 2020

John makes a line of cocaine over the blond woman's sternum with her bare breasts were making my zipper feel tight down there as I feel myself getting hard. She seemed excited for this as I was. We were all drunk and high in this room after smoking pot earlier and three rounds of vodka.

Everyone cheered for me to dive in between the woman's breasts as she lies down on the bed. Without any doubt, I sniffed the line clean from her sternum as she giggles sexily. I gave it a lick before my tongue finds its way towards the woman's nipples which were truly tempting me. They were cheering intoxicatedly for me as I was doing something pathetic again. I begin to suck on her breast while she moans without embarrassment while she grasped onto the back of my hair. I pulled my lips away from her hardened nipples with a smile plastered on my face and from the look in her eyes she wanted more.

When everyone was making out in the room, I found myself French kissing the same woman from earlier inside the bathroom. Our tongues were coaxing against each other wetly while her hands found its way to my growing penis. She was quick to unzip my trousers so I grabbed my phone out from my back pocket and placed it over the bathroom counter. She pulled my trousers down to my ankles alongside my boxers and started wrapping her warm mouth around my length. I cursed under my breath as I watch her suck my entire erection professionally while she moans.

My phone suddenly rings, I groan as I reach for it while the woman was still giving me head. I stare at the screen thinking that it was my manager but I was wrong. Someone unregistered in my phone was calling me. I rejected it, placed it down and focused on the woman who was picking up her speed while sucking my dick. My phone rings again, I grabbed it and it was a message from the same unregistered number.

It says: Hi Blake. This is Catherine. The girl from Nashville? I have something really important to tell you. Please answer my call.

I ignored the message but I remember the girl. It was innocent Catherine who is so obsessed with me after I got her virginity. She was someone I had sex in a drunken night in Nashville. I really don’t like her because she is too good and she is too innocent. She is absolutely naïve thinking that I was into her just because of that casual sex. She has my number but I don’t have any plans in saving hers in my contacts.

My phone rings for the third time and it was her. “Jesus fucking Christ! Can’t a man get a peaceful blowjob?” I groan in frustration and answered the call. “What?!” I snarled.

“Umm, Blake can we talk?” Her innocent and sweet voice makes me even more pissed.

The woman sucking my cock is now gagging as I thrust my length into her mouth deeper. Intentionally doing it so that Catherine can hear the woman choking on my penis and that she knows what I am doing. I moan, “Talk fast because I am in the middle of something.” I instructed her disinterestedly.

“W-What’s that sound?” Catherine questions.

Sometimes her innocence makes me so triggered. “I don’t have all night. What is it that you want?!”

Catherine was silent for seconds.

“What the fuck is it?” I snapped angry.

“Blake I’m pregnant.”

My eyes, “What?!”

“For two months.”

I stared at the blond drunk in lust from swallowing my cum and for the first time I didn’t feel turned on because of what Catherine has just said. Usually, I get pleased when a woman swallows my fluid and it satisfies me to no end. But this time, it didn’t. I felt surprisingly uneasy after Catherine's confession.

“Blake? Are you still there?” Catherine's voice was annoying me more.

This can’t be happening. How long has it been since I saw Catherine? Has it really been two months? Fuck. It has literally been two months since I visited Nashville. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I literally froze on my feet while the blond was licking my penis clean. I watch her as she takes off her underwear and presses her breasts against the walls and seemed ready for me to invade her from behind. I hear Catherine calling out my name again and again and asking if I was still there.

I was speechless. This has got to be a mistake. I am nowhere near responsible in becoming a father.

“Blake I'm waiting.” The blond calls out my attention.

“A-Are you with…another woman?” Catherine's voice sounded sad and it makes me even angrier. “Blake, I'm preg—”

“Go and fucking handle it yourself.” I cut Catherine off. “That’s not my problem anymore is it?” I spat before ending the call.

I walked towards the blond who has been patiently waiting for my penis. I slammed inside her and fucked her hard to vent out my frustrations and anger from what Catherine has just said.