He Called Me Angel. Disaster Engagement Series Book 1 Free

Episode 3

I felt totally humiliated, he’d told me that he was turned off by girls throwing themselves at him and now I was just like one of his fans that he had used and thrown away. When I knew that he was totally out of earshot I just let out the biggest scream. I was so angry at myself. I started to clean away the glasses and put the empty bottles into the bin as I fought back a few tears. I never ever cried, never as a point of principle, but the reason for that was another story, for another time. I was just about to go to bed, when I spotted my red bikini still lying next to the juke box. I can't believe I actually slept with him, I can't believe I let him treat me like that and I can't believe I nearly cried because of him. I'm going to destroy this little prick.

Chapter 4

The next day I woke up with a headache and my phone was ringing, when I answered the big man’s voice boomed through my phone. “alright gorgeous, how are you?” he asked in his usual cheerful voice "I'm hung over big man" "poor girl, fancy a fry up, it will sort you out" the thought of food made me want to throw up. “no, I'm dying this morning" hang overs were a foreign concept to the big man, he was a machine with booze and didn't know when to stop sometimes. "Why didn't you come out last night gorgeous it was a laugh, Stefan came into the club at nearly closing time and started downing shots, he’s a tit. Then he took a swing at Franco for no reason. I thought Franco was gonna kill him, it was hilarious, thankfully there was no paps about. Anyway Stefan got put in a taxi with a black eye and a fish supper and sent home" he said absolutely pissing himself laughing. What was wrong with that boy, not only had he humped and dumped me but now he was trying to start a fight with my best friend. "What's Franco saying about all this big man?" "Never mind all that gorgeous, what are you wearing, is it something sexy? Mind if I come over and see for myself?" god he was a flirt, "shut up big man, what are you up to today?” I asked trying to change the subject. “I'm going to view a wee flat in your neighbourhood, do you fancy coming with me?" "Yeah cool give me a half hour to get ready" This had really cheered me up I loved viewing property's and I owned a few flats in the surrounding area. "well I'm actually at your front door already gorgeous so you better let me in" I dragged myself out of bed and ran to meet him just in time to see elevator doors open. He looked fantastic, his hair was jet black and his muscles were bulging through his white T-shirt. He was wearing dark sunglasses and looked every inch the rock god that he was. When he seen me he smiled which made him even more gorgeous. His beautiful white teeth were perfect and he had the cutest dimples which transformed his perfectly chilled face from a cool rock star to a cheeky school boy. He stepped out into my flat and picked me up right off my feet into a bear hug, he was enormous and sometimes his hugs hurt because he didn’t know his own strength. He put me down and took off his sunglasses and looked me up and down "f**k me gorgeous, do you always wake up looking this sexy?” I could see why woman fell at his feet, after all he was handsome and flirty and made you feel like you were the only woman in the world when he looked into your eyes, but he was a ladies man and no woman could tame him. I had seen him use and abuse too many woman to fall for his lines. He gently kissed my cheek “Sorry I woke you up, but if you want to go back to bed I don't mind joining you" he said with a big grin. "piss off big man" I growled "oh you are rough this morning gorgeous, I know what would make you feel better" oh god let me guess "don't be disgusting big man" I said slapping his arm "I didn't mean that Lyds, I meant we should go to the gym or get a bit of fresh air" he looked hurt that I was assuming everything he said was a s****l innuendo "Sorry big man I'm bloody dying here, let's have a big coffee and go and see the flat, I'm excited!" His face broke into a smile and I wondered what he was up too. "Cool, you jump in the shower and I will make the coffee" he said and he slapped my arse as he swaggered into the kitchen. By the time I quickly got dressed I felt a lot better. My headache was starting to go away and I reckoned after last nights performance with Franco, that Stefan would be kicked off our tour and it would save me having to come up with an excuse as to why I wanted him out. The thought of facing him made my toes curl but the thought of spending time with him on tour made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t believe that I had slept with him and I had been beating myself up about it all night. I had hardly slept a wink, I kept running through everything that happened over and over and I felt used by him. But I had to shake that feeling, he was just a silly little boy that had told me what I had wanted to hear so he could get what he wanted from me. I wasn’t the first girl in the world to fall for some guys lines and I wouldn’t be the last. That morning I was glad that the Big Man had come over because he was always great at cheering me up. I put on a little summer dress, it was kind of low cut and short to show off my tanned legs and I let my hair down and put on my new wedges. The Big Man was waiting on the balcony for me with a coffee and a much deserved cigarette. "You look gorgeous as always" he said with a cheeky smile. "Thanks honey, I'm feeling so much better now" we chatted for while before I plucked up the courage to bring up Stefan. "So last night did Stefan mention me at all?” He sipped his coffee and said “of course he mentioned you. He always does" what did that mean I wondered. "oh right" I said "yeah he said you two had been working on a song or something” I was desperate to ask him more questions but I got the impression that if Stefan had told him about me and him shagging on my living room floor that the Big Man either didn’t care or didn’t want to embarrass me by talking about it. I decided I was going to ask Chris because although I was close to the Big Man and Fran, Chris was my go to friend with personal stuff and I knew he would tell me if Stefan has been bragging about us having s*x. I hated to think that the boys knew about it. We finished our coffee and I got up and picked up the empty mugs and the Big Man followed me through the living room, then stopped dead in his tracks. "Gorgeous what's this?" He bent over and picked up an opened condom foil "god what is that big man?" I asked pretending not to know. My mind was frantically working over time to come up with a lie."It's a condom wrapper Lydia, why is there a condom wrapper on your floor? Are you sleeping with someone?" His eyebrows were down and his jaw was clenched, he stepped closer toward me and he was almost confrontational . His reaction answered my question about Stefan, he clearly hadn’t told them and although I was relieved I still had to talk my way out of it , "I asked if your sleeping with someone?" I had to think fast "no Big Man" I said rather timidly. I sometimes forgot just how big he actually was and he could be a bit intimidating. "It probably blew in through the balcony doors or something” he looked at the wrapper and then back at me and I could tell he wasn’t buying my lie so I came up with another lie “oh god I hope Chris isn't shagging my new house keeper, he always does this to me, and when he dumps them and breaks their heart I've got to get rid of them, he’s a selfish wee s**t" I said with my hands on my hips as if I was really annoyed and I was actually starting to convince myself. After a second of contemplation, his face softened, "why does Chris always shag maid’s and cleaners? I think he has a weird thing for the uniform" he said with a big laugh. I just laughed with him and I was relieved that he had bought my story “Let's go gorgeous, the flat isn't far from here" he said, as we were going down in the elevator it stopped at the floor below me. “that's us here" he said with a huge grin, "what? are you being serious, you are thinking about moving into the flat below me" I was so happy I threw my arms around him. "Oh Big Man please, please buy it, we could be neighbours" he looked happy "are you sure you wouldn't mind gorgeous? I don't want to cramp your style" "don't be daft, I don’t have any style? it will be a hoot" "good cause I got the keys this morning" this was typical of the Big Man he would always act first ask later, but I didn’t care I was excited to have one of my best friends moving into the building. "what are you like?” I said and slapped his arm "but I loved your old place" I said “me too gorgeous but the neighbours didn't love me, too many parties" "well you can party as much as you like here because the upstairs neighbour loves you" I gave him a little wink. We looked around the place, I was picking colours for each room and he was looking at me like I was talking a different language. We wondered into the master bedroom it was a little smaller than mine but a great size none the less. "Is this where the magic happens?" I asked with a little giggle. "Oh yeah you better believe it" he said with a smirk. "you better not have me up all night, my bedroom is right above you and I don't want to hear you banging birds into the small hours” he gave me a sly smile "I'd love to keep you up all night gorgeous" " yeah yeah keep dreaming sunshine" I went out onto his bedroom balcony and it was another beautiful day. He came out and stood next to me, looking out at his new view. He was wearing dark shades and with his strong chiselled jaw he was so handsome, he was like something out of 1950s Hollywood movie. I stroked his arm as he stared down at the street in silence and my mind wondered to Stefan, I was still upset about what had happened with Stefan and in that moment I wanted to tell the Big Man all about it but his reaction to finding the condom wrapper made me hesitate. I wondered why he had such a reaction “Can I ask you something big man? why were you so angry when you found that wrapper up stairs?" He stared down at the street below us, he didn't answer for a second or two then he said “that hipster has been tying his shoe laces for the past five minutes,what's he up too?" I glanced down “that's not a hipster, it's a homeless guy taking a s**t, welcome to the neighborhood Big Man" he let out the biggest laugh. “You mean I’ve paid a fortune to have people taking a s**t outside my window. Well that’s London for you. Anyway never mind that gorgeous I think me and you should call the boys and celebrate my new place,how does that sound?" He said “Sounds good to me big man" and although he hadn’t answered my question about why he was annoyed about the condom wrapper I just figured that he was being protective of me but I know now that there was more to it than that.

Chapter 5

The next day I was dying with another hangover. The four of us had went a bit wild. We were out all day drinking and then we went back to Frans house for a party. I loved Frans parties because he had an amazing house. It was an Edwardian end terrace with a converted basement and it was huge. He bought it with the money from our first album. After our first tour we all lived together there for a short time whilst Chris the Big Man and I looked for our own places and because of that it felt like our family home. I always considered it our home base is London. That morning after the party I woke up in Frans bed alone. His bedroom was enormous and I loved his bed because it was so comfy. I often stayed at his house and always insisted on sleeping beside him because his bed was so good. That morning I woke up and my head was killing me again because I had drank way too much the night before. I dragged myself out of bed and staggered into his en-suite bathroom, I was still wearing my summers dress from the day before and I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked like I had been hit by a bus. My mascara was smeared and my hair was out of control. What the hell had I been up too last night I thought to myself then images of me and the Big Man dancing on top of Fran’s dinning room table flashed threw my mind. I could remember poor Chris was trying to chat up an American actress I recognized from a magazine. Chris had a type, he loved skinny blondes with long legs or anyone in a maids outfit. I remember that he was getting no where fast with her the poor thing. Now that I think about it I think I seen the Big Man sneaking outside with her. Which was the story of Chris’s life because he would sit with a girl all evening trying to chat her up but he just wasn’t good at closing the deal. The Big Man however was a master of his trade and would often swoop in and steal the girl right from under Chris’s nose. But Chris was too nice to ever say anything to him about it. I could also remember being pretty drunk and Fran carrying me upstairs to bed. I looked at myself again in the mirror and I knew that Fran would probably have something to say about my drunken behaviour. I quickly splashed some water on my face and dragged a brush through my matted hair then I tip toed down stairs. I didn’t want to wake the boys so I thought I could just leave without them knowing and head home for a shower but I couldn't find my wedges anywhere. I quietly sneaked into the dinning room and found one of my shoes under the table. My feet were so dirty I must have been outside in the garden at one point. God I'm an i***t. Then I jumped out my skin as Fran shouted "Gorgeous" from the door way behind me. He sounded pissed off. "Hiya Franco, how's things? Did you have a nice time last night?" He was standing with his arms folded in just his tight boxers leaning against the door frame. How could he look so good when I look like s**t. He was tanned from our afternoon in his garden a couple of days before and he looked like a someone from Italian Vouge. He had the body of an underwear model and I would often catch myself drooling over his amazing body. As I glanced down at his perfect abs he broke me out of my perverted trance “All I know is that you had a good time gorgeous" he said in a rather unfriendly tone. "What do you mean Fran?" I knew I was in big trouble but couldn't remember why. "Well you kept telling me to relax and that I was a loser and needed to have more fun because I had a daft argument with the Big Man" "oh right, sorry Francis” I said “then you set Chris's hair on fire when he had passed out in the garden and put the flames out with your feet" although that was kind of dangerous I hated how sensible Fran could be sometimes “it sounds like I was very well behaved, good for me." I was trying to be funny but Fran wasn't laughing. He took a step towards me and he looked furious. "There were people there we don’t know. They could have took pictures, went to the press, anything, I'm sick of telling you to behave yourself" I felt like a little girl getting told off. I stuck out a petted lip "sorry Francis " I could see a small smile break out on his face then quickly disappear. Fran was definitely the most sensible one out of the four of us. He was really good fun and up for a laugh but he kept the three of us in line, but I suppose someone had to. Fran really looked out for all of us but he was extra caring towards me, partly because I was the only girl but mostly because we were so close. Sometimes he could be too protective and I would need to put him in his place but today wasn’t one of those times, I was too hung over to fight with him so I decided to change the subject “what were you and the Big Man arguing about?” they constantly bickered so it could have been any number of reasons. “stop changing the subject" he snapped. My god he knows me well. I was sitting on a chair struggling with my shoe when Fran bent down on his knees in front of me and started to fasten it. He was still angry with me but he was always a gentleman. He looked up at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes and said "let's find this other shoe cinderella" with a little smile. Just then Chris interrupted us "morning guys, I'm so hung over I might die, what's up?" When I looked up Chris had half of his head shaved! "Whats up with you Chris?" I said laughing. Fran was shaking his head. He looked angry again and I was glad it was towards Chris. "Why what's up, oh no has the Big Man drawn a d**k on my face again? I hate when he does that” He said as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. “No you i***t, you shaved half your head last night, you better get all that hair cleaned up" Fran snapped but all Chris said was “Cool" then he turned and walked back down the hall. He was just so laid back he didn't have a care in the world, sometimes I wished I was more like him. I looked down at Fran and we both burst out laughing. Then Fran gave me a huge smile and I knew that he wasn’t angry with me any more. “Can I make you breakfast Gorgeous?” Fran was so lovely and I often wondered how he was still single. I mean he was drop dead gorgeous, talented, funny and he had a heart of gold. He was the perfect man but he was a young rock star that wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. Fran and I had been close since we were really young, we were like brother and sister but I have to admit that I had a few dirty dreams about him. I was always mortified the next day even though he had no idea about my dreams but I would always blush whenever I seen him after one of the really dirty ones. I knew that I didn’t fancy him in my real life and I used to wonder why I would dream about the two of us having s*x. After one really intense dream I avoided him for three straight days, I finally confided in my friend Stracey about it and she said that it was probably because Fran and I were like a couple but without the s*x and that we should just do it already. I made the mistake of telling my sister Julia and she said that I was sick in the head to even dream about him like that because he was like a brother to us. Eventually the dreams became less frequent and things got back to normal but every now and then I couldn’t help but perv over his perfect body and his perfect smile but I would just mentally slap myself out of it but that morning he looked incredible in just his tight white boxers and I actually wanted to jump on him. Fran and I stared at each other in silence for a few seconds he was still on his knees in front of me and he was gliding his hand up and down the back of my calf and it was very relaxing because my muscles were aching from the night before. “That feels lovely honey I wish you could give me a full body message” I said and sat back on the chair as he carried on rubbing my leg “that could be arranged gorgeous” he said with a flirty smile then Chris came back into the dinning room and I let out another laugh. He looked ridiculous, "gorgeous why does the Big Man think I shagged your housekeeper? I swear to god I've never even met her before, I promised the last time I wouldn't do it again" holy s**t! I had forgot I told the Big Man that Chris had shagged my house keeper to keep him off the scent of me sleeping with Stefan. I was starting to panic because I didn’t want them to find out. I didn't know what to do, so I did what I always do, I ran away. I jumped up onto my feet and practically pushed Fran onto his arse. "I'm not sure why he thinks that Chris, that's weird. Maybe because of the last time you slept with my housekeeper and the time before that. Or he was just taking the piss honey, anyway I better go. I"ll give you a phone later guys bye" I grabbed my bag and ran towards Fran’s front door desperate to get away from them. "Gorgeous you've only got one shoe on" Fran shouted after me. "It's fine I'll pop back for it later" I was at the end of the street before I realized I was limping because I had one blocked wedge and one bare foot. I must have looked possessed. When I turned the corner and noticed the paparazzi outside my flat. They would love to get a shot of me looking like crap. I couldn't go back to Frans after the way I just ran out. Suddenly I felt like I was going to be sick. I can't be sick in the street I thought to myself. I will need to be sick into my handbag but it was so pretty and it was full of my new make up and the purse my friend Stacey had bought me for my birthday and I somehow suppressed the vomit back down my throat. I ran back around the corner to hide and caught a reflection of myself in a car window. “Oh my god I'm disgusting” I said. I quickly started to rummage around in my handbag and found a big pair of sunglasses and a hair clip. I tossed my hair up slipped on the glasses and took out my new red lipstick out and started to put it on I was starting to look presentable but still only had one shoe on so I decided to take it off and throw it into Frans neighbours garden. Right I'm just going to walk through the paps with my head held high, I thought to myself. Just then I dropped my bag and all my stuff spilled out onto the pavement. I squatted down and started to try and pick it up. My new mascara rolled under the parked car so I searched under it to get it back. I had to really stretch to reach under it and my arse was up in the air when I heard someone coming up behind me" Gorgeous what the f**k are you doing?" I looked up and the Big Man he was standing there like a mirage. He was only wearing a black t shirt and black jeans and black sunglasses but he looked a million bucks "Hiya what you up to sunshine?” I asked with a big smile "I'm just heading round to check out the gym in the building next to the flat, is every thing alright?" He asked “yeah I couldn't find my shoes so.. eh I've no shoes" "gorgeous you can't walk around here in bare feet homeless people s**t in the street round here" he looked so serious I started laughing. "Big Man I look a mess and the paps are outside the flat, what am I going to do" I asked with a petted lip “why don't I carry you in" the next thing I knew the big man had thrown me over his shoulder and was heading around the corner towards my building. All the paps sprung into life when they seen us. “Is it true you two are moving in together?" "is this you carrying her over the threshold mate?" "How's your mate Franco feeling about this?"The Big Man just gave them a big smile. "You're a lucky boy" one of them shouted. You haven't smelt my breath mate I thought to myself. He carried me through the lobby , then he pressed for the elevator, the paps where still outside and they were still taking photos through the large glass doors. When the elevator arrived the Big Man slapped my arse and walked in then he gently put me down when the doors closed he took off his sunglasses "What's going on Lyds, why were you out so early and why have you got no shoes on?” He asked but I didn't know where to start "I was at Frans and I woke up and started to feel sick, so I ran out without my shoe and then I seen the paps, then I dropped my bag then you turned up" I was breathless by the time I finished. I know I lied to him about the reason why I ran out of Frans, but I couldn't tell him the truth. How could I tell him that I had ran out to avoid getting caught for my last lie. "You stayed at Franco's?" He said he looked a bit annoyed. "Yeah Chris and I ended up staying over last night. Why what's up?" He turned away from me and stared at the elevator doors. "Nothing" he said with a pout. I think he was upset that he had argued with Fran, he must have thought that and me and Chris were taking Fran's side or something. "I'm a total i***t, thanks Big Man, you saved me back there. See you can be a gentleman sometimes" the elevator stoped at my flat and I dragged myself in the door. "Fancy a coffee?" "no only gentleman drink coffee and I'm not one apparently" he snipped at me. "well Big Man you did just slap my arse in front of the press" I giggled he finally gave me a little smile "and I bet you loved it didn't you gorgeous?" he said. "yeah! It's the most action I've had in a long time" he looked pleased with himself "okay then I will put the kettle on and you can go and wash those feet" I stated to laugh, I could always relay on the Big Man to cheer me up. I mean I had hardly thought about Stefan since the day before. I jumped in the shower and I still felt awful when I got out. I quickly put on my robe and went through to the kitchen, the Big Man was sitting munching toast and reading one of my magazines. "do you feel better gorgeous?" when he looked up he said "I think I'm going to like living here, you look amazing in your robe" I started eating the toast he made, when I looked up I noticed