Free TITAN by Kate Stewart

deserved all this recognition.
    She was awestruck.
    The biggest rapper in the world,
and he had called for her, told her to pack a bag. She was going to be with him
for a few days !
    She still couldn’t wrap her mind
around it. She stood in the doorway, trying to read his mood. He was wearing a
black t-shirt and reading glasses.
    She wasn’t surprised, she had seen
this look in a couple of magazines, the ones who had attempted to pry and ask
him for personal information he never gave willingly.
    They would always ask him the same
questions to which he would reply, “No comment.” Or usually, “I am here to talk
about something else.” The exasperated writers would practically beg him to
open up, but he never did, always stating that” lyrics were the closest anyone
would get to hearing him talk about his life.”
    He was notorious for cancelling
tours. She had even purchased tickets to see him and had to be refunded. He
canceled the last tour and stated personal reasons as an excuse.
    His fans were pissed, including
her.
    She had always known he lived in
her city, and as big as the city was, he was known for his reclusive behavior,
barely making appearances. He hardly ever ventured out of his area and when he
did, he went as far away from the U.S. that he could.
    She stared at him, studying his
lips, his expression. He was using the sun to light his office but had the
shades drawn so there was barely enough light to brighten the room. He was
notorious for fighting, for being versatile in personality, funny, moody, “a
woman hating asshole,” one female writer had put it after an interview.
    Granted, she had asked all the
questions that irritated him, “Who are you seeing?” and “Do you ever talk to
Sarah?” his ex wife.
    She had written an eight page
article slamming him, calling him insecure and full of shit. He had sued the
magazine stating she had made advances at him and when he turned her down, she
started to ask inappropriate questions and he cut the interview short leaving
her with nothing but a few words for her article. She had lost her job over
this, claiming his accusations were untrue and sued him for slander. She had
lost the suit, and her job which also included losing her credibility. Chess ,
his current #1, told the whole story and she could see why any woman in the
world would try to get under him.
    She had only had him once and could
not wait for the next round.
    Her thoughts led her to do an
uncomfortable shiver in the doorway.
    She felt herself getting excited,
but was thankful for the Xanax flowing through her now.
     
    “Shut the door, please, those damn
clowns are riding me today,” he said, almost irritated. He made a face at
Jessie as he poked his head in and gave him the thumbs up.
    Jordy turned and smiled at Jessie
who pulled the door closed for her.
    She turned around again and his
eyes were on her.
    He scanned her up and down and then
motioned her to come to him.
    She walked over to him as he turned
in his chair so she was fully in front of him. Grabbing onto one of her legs,
he set her foot on the chair in-between his legs.
    Sliding her skirt up and admiring
her shoes, he plucked at the bowtie but did not unravel it. He traced his
fingers up her leg, past her knee to her thigh, and then slipped his fingers
beneath her underwear. She lost the ability to breathe, tilting her head back
and a small moan erupting from her throat. He moved his fingers in and out, in
and out until she started to moan louder. When she realized she was getting
loud, she stopped herself. She was afraid that someone would hear. She grabbed
his head and pulled it to her chest. He pushed his paperwork on the floor and
laid her on his desk. He walked over to the door and she heard the lock click.
It was only seconds until he was back in his seat in front of her and he lifted
each of her legs onto his shoulders. He grabbed her panties and she lifted her
lower half slightly and so he could take them down. He did