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Houston concert

Jennifer's POV

Tonight is my last concert in Houston. Then I will be traveling to New York and other cities in the states to perform. Each city has sold so many tickets I have to do at least three concerts in each city. I hate being away from home, but what can I do? It is the holidays, so the university is closed, so I do not worry about my classes. I am tired, and I am glad I got away from that charity show last night. I am not a big fan of politicians and politics. Hopefully, John Hudson got what he wanted last night. A lot of photos with a rock start that the youth likes, and they will think he is cool and vote for him. I hate when someone uses me like that, and it hurts me when people think I am just an object they can use. It just shows you how humans are. They use and abuse you. You can not do anything about it as you are a public figure and many people think because you are famous, you owe them. The only people I owe anything to is my fans. They pay to see me perform, and that is why I always give my best to my fans. I will do enough concerts in a city so all my fans can come and enjoy my show. I am sitting backstage when the door bursts open. I always get dressed at home, so my assistant knows I will never be naked.

"Someone sends you flowers," She says and winks at me. She also has the newspaper in her hands. I hardly read newspapers. What now?

"Red roses! Hmm, how cliche," I think to myself. I read the card that is attached to the roses.

"My Cinderella ran away from me last night, and she did not even leave me a slipper so I could search for her. So the only way I could find her was by sending her flowers to the place I knew she would be tonight. Love John Hudson XXX,"

What the hell? Is this guy crazy? I hardly know him. I take the newspaper and see photos of him and me all over the newspaper. I quickly read the article, and he says that he implies that we know each other very well and that the newspapers should watch this space in the future. So really, this cheesy politician thinks I am going to date him or something? Ann is standing there with a big smile on her face.

"I did not know you knew John Hudson. He is so handsome, and he will one day become the youngest president in our history. You dating him can only further your career," Ann says. I look at her as if she is crazy. I am not planning on dating anyone. I am not planning even to get married. So who do these people think they are for wanting to plan my future for me?

"I am not dating him, and I only met him last night," I say. I take the card and rip it up. I give Ann the roses and tell her she can take them home.

"But he said you knew each other?" Ann asks.

"He is a politician. They lie for a living," I say as I get up and get ready for my show. Ann knows me by now, and she knows I do not talk about myself or my life. I am a loner, and that is the way it is going to stay. I am not happy about the man's lies, but he did not really lie. He just made it seems like we know each other, so there is not really anything I can do about it. I walk out on stage, and the crowd goes crazy. I soon forget about the politician and the newspaper article as I perform for my fans. My backup dancers and I give them the best show they will see in a long time, and they sing along with every song I sing. I enjoy it when they sing along. It shows they are true fans. As I walk off stage, I feel sweaty and tired. I want to get home, take a shower, and work on my next song. I am hungry and want to cook me something first when I get home. As I walk into my dressing room to get my things, I stop dead in my tracks. In front of me sit no one else than John Hudson.

"How did you get into my dressing room? No one is allowed in here," I ask.

"I have my ways, princess. I always get what I want, and you might as well know that I want to take you out to dinner," He says, so full of himself.

"I already ate," I say as I put my things in my bag.

"Well, then you can just have something light. After a show like that, you must have burned a lot of calories, and a little food will do you well," He says. I must admit he is handsome. He is tall blond and has a body to die for. His eyes are green as emeralds, but I am not interested. I know he has a reputation as a player. I read it in the newspaper, and everyone is wondering if I can tame him. Well, this is according to the news article.

"You made it sound like we knew each other. Mr. Hudson and I don't particularly appreciate being used by people like you. So I will appreciate it if you leave me alone in the future," I say as I take my bag to go down to the limo that is waiting for me. As I get downstairs, there are reporters everywhere, and John Hudson is standing behind me. His car is blocking my limo, and I turn to him to ask him to move his car, but he takes my arm and opens the door of his car for me. He pushes me in and moves in next to me.

"What the hell?" I ask as everything happened so fast I did not have a chance to do anything.

"Well, you do not want to go to dinner with me so I can at least take you home," John says with a smile.

"You are making things worst for me, and the paparazzi will follow me and bug me all because of you. What the hell do you want from me?" I ask John.

"I want a date with you, but you refuse," He says.

"I do not want to date you. I don't know you, and I don't even like you because you implied that we would be more than just acquaintances. I am not in the market, Mr. Hudson. You are wasting your time and only making me want never to see you again," I say.

"Well, you are straightforward. I like that in a woman. I want you, Jennifer Preston, and I always get what I want even if I have to take it," He says. I smile. He can try to take me against my will. He will regret it. I can protect myself, and I do not care if he is the president. If he tries something, he will regret it.

"Are you saying what I think you are saying?" I ask. There is a warning in my voice, and he picks up on it.

"Not sexually, but as my fiance and later my wife," He says.

"You are fucken crazy. I will not get married to you or anyone else for that matter," I say.

"Give me a chance—one date. Then, if you do not like it, I will never ask you out again or bother you again," John says.

"I will think about it. I am flying to New York tomorrow," I say as I give his driver my house address. I have to get out of this car fast. I do not like this man, and he is making a nuisance of himself. The driver drives to my house, and when we reach my house, he gets out of the car and opens the door for me. He walks me to the door and takes the key out of my hand, and opens the door. He walks in without me inviting him. My dogs are not very happy with him and bark and growl at him. I take them to the room and close them. He goes and sits on the couch.

"I will wait for you to finish bathing and to get ready, then we go out to grab something to eat," He says. It is almost past twelve as my concert was long. I am tired and not in the mood to go out with casanova. But I run upstairs, take a shower and get dressed in a short mini dress. As always, my arms and back are covered. Finally, I am ready, and this is his date. I will tell him I did not enjoy it and that he has to keep his word now that he will stay away from me. I walk downstairs, and I see him looking around my sitting room. There are no pictures, only paintings on the walls.

"I am ready. We can go now," I say. John smiles as he takes my hand and leads me out of the house.

"You are going to have the most fantastic meal ever, and you will want to be by my side after tonight," John says, and I roll my eyes. Seriously this guy is so full of himself.

"We will see, but if I do not like it, you let me go," I say as I get in the car. He gets in beside me, and we drive to a little restaurant near the beach. There is nobody inside the restaurant, but he and me. He orders my favorite dish. How did he know what my favorite dish is and that I love seafood? He must have read up about me or paid someone to do it. As we sit and eat, he starts talking and joking around. I can not help to laugh at his jokes as they are funny, and I start relaxing. I noticed that he only ordered juice and no alcohol. I am glad as I'm not too fond of its smell, and it brings back horrible memories. After dinner, he orders us some dessert. I never tasted something so divine.

I enjoyed the night with him. The food was excellent, and he is a gentleman. He can be funny and the night with him was fun. I can not lie to him and say I did not enjoy it, but I only want us to be friends. I can not let him and his career suffer because of my past. I can not let anyone close to me because I am afraid to get hurt, and I do not want to get hurt again in my life. I had my share of hurt, and I am not ready to take a chance of that happening again. I touch my arm to remind myself that humans are not good. We drive to my house, and John keeps talking, making me laugh about what he had done when he was a child. I do not talk about my childhood, and when he asked, I just said I was always a good girl and did nothing funny or naughty. John smiles at me and does not ask about my childhood or my past again. Instead, he starts talking about my songs and how he loves them. I am surprised that he even knows what I sing.

"I did not know politicians listened to rock. I always thought of politicians as classical music type of people," I say, and John laughs.

"I like all kinds of music," He says. As we got home, he asked me if I enjoyed myself and if he could take me on a date again. I agree against my better judgment, but I really enjoyed the night as I was not lonely for the first time in a long time.