Claimed by the Alpha Celebrity (Rockstar Romance, Alpha Male Erotic Romance, Billionaire Romance) (The Star Struck Trilogy) Read Free Page B

relationships overlapping, and they’ve all been great, but none of them have ever completely fulfilled me emotionally.” He sighed and shifted his weight. “Or sexually.”
    His open sexual frustration aroused mine. I put my wine goblet to my lips and emptied it in one fluid sip.
    “Well I hate to revel in your pain, but all of that sure produced a wonderful album. Maybe it would be best if you remained broken-hearted for the fans’ sake. Your pain has produced such beautiful music.”
    “I’m glad you’re a fan. Really, I am. The music is a great release but sometimes I still feel like I’m just going to explode with tensio n,” he said clenching his fist. “It’s like my desires have a life of their own. They ravage me from the inside out. I try to tame... this fire... this beast within me, by letting it out with really aggressive music, and it does help some but not enough. Sometimes I try to feel better by having some fun with a lucky fan or two after a show.” He smiled arrogantly. “But there is so much risk there... lawsuits... stalkers... disease. And even when I put these risks aside and get my release, it’s never enough. I’ve been with some of the most beautiful and charming actresses and models but I have yet to find a woman who can fully satisfy me.”
    I knew better than to buy into his self-indulgent pity party, but I couldn’t help myself. I actually felt kind of bad for h im. I know what it’s like to appear on top of the world on the outside, but to have an aching void on the inside. Not only could I empathize with some of what he was saying, but also there was a force inside of me that wanted to rise to the challenge of satisfying the hungry animal called desire that left Christoff restless.
    “Tell me more...” I prodded leaning forward. I always leaned in during interviews to make the person feel like they are interesting. It always makes them talk more. But this time I wasn ’t feigning interest or trying to manipulate. I felt drawn to Christoff like a magnet.
    “I’m not a bad guy,” he continued. “I swear. I’m just terribly misunderstood. I love very deeply and sincerely. And I often get hurt in relationships. I try to be a good man... I really do. But when my emptiness and my insatiable longing for more get the best of me, I end up doing things I later regret and hurting those most dear to me. And no matter how much I apologize, they always leave me and then they tell the media bad things about me. That’s how I got my bad reputation. And now that I have this reputation as a womanizer... a chauvinist, and didn’t you call me a narcissist?” He squinted his eyes at me.
    I stayed silent and I tilted my chin down toward my chest and gaz ed upward at him submissively and apologetically. This is a technique I use in interviews with alpha males. It works every time and this time was no exception.
    He backed down and refocused. “Anyway, because of my reputation a lot of women won’t even allow themselves to get close to me. The girls that come backstage are all over me... of course. But they don’t really want me. They want their celebrity. They want their fantasy of me. Not the real me. Really, they probably only want to fuck me so they can tweet about it.” He leaned back in his seat, defeated, as he let his gaze drift out the window.
    As a rising journalist I’ve seen, heard and told it all, and as one of my mentors advised, I try to emotionally disengage from every bit of it. I try, but I don’t a lways succeed. I often times wonder whether or not I’m detached enough for this business. I couldn’t tell if Christoff was manipulating me, or if he was really allowing himself to be vulnerable with me, or a little bit of both. Either way, a part of me was involuntarily buying whatever he was selling. I’m not your typical woman by any means. I can actually be quite the hard ass, but there was a little nurturing piece of me deep inside that wanted to pick up all of