The Billionaire's Little Miss Superstar

WARNING: The following story may contain multiple explicit steamy scenes that may be unsuitable for readers below 18. ____________ Disgusted – a word not enough to describe what Chloe truly feels. Sweaty and stinking with alcohol bodies rammed her weak and petite figure as she made her way inside The Tempest. “Did you see him? He’s so hot!” Jamie, a waitress, squealed giddily. “Oh gosh! If he could just look at me. Then, I’d die happily!” Chloe rolled her eyes. She found these women’s fawning over a man ridiculous. The Tempest was one of Wellington’s most popular bars. Chloe would play her music there every weekend. But she could never get used to the wildness of its patrons. The place was fully packed. She could not say that she was the reason why. Yet, she was confident that they were here to listen to good music. After all, the manager only hired well-reputed DJs and indie singers. And she was proud of her music. Scanning the crowd, Chloe watched several people dancing joyfully with the heavily mixed music. Bodies gyrated, matching the booming beat and the glittering disco lights. The booze freely flowed in the bar counter where intimate couples were making out – exchanging saliva with their tongues and caressing private areas. Wincing, Chloe felt her head pound. She was not entirely conservative, but she believed that such things should be done privately. Without wasting another second, she marched away from the swarming crowd. She just got off her shift from the convenience store and still had a little less than an hour to get a well-deserved nap. Chloe started playing her songs when she was seventeen. It became her bread and butter and supported her to pay her bills. If it wasn’t for her passion for song writing, she would not have been able to cope with the death of her parents. At the lowest point in her life, she scorned the heavens. But through music, she was able to love the good and the bad about life. At least, she was able to dream again. She pursued and dedicated her time and emotions while she aspired to become a renowned musician. Apparently, some dreams were deemed to remain as they are. She used to think she had what it takes to be heard and become a recording artist. Yet, for the last five years, she had never gotten any feedback from all the demos she had sent to countless music studios. Maybe she overestimated herself. She did think about quitting. But every attempt was futile. Whenever she did not have anything to do, she would always find herself plucking at her guitar and scribbling in her song journal. Whenever she sat on stage to perform, she could tell that her audience loved her style. Up until now, the thought of not being good enough to achieve her dreams haunted her. Chloe sighed heavily. Maybe it was time she stopped lying to herself. She had wasted a considerable amount of time blindly pursuing something that was obviously not meant for her. She tried enough. Perhaps it was time to let it go. Getting lost in her thoughts, Chloe’s presence of mind was pulled back by a pair of large, warm hands and a deep magnetic voice. She found herself bumping against a human wall as she tightly gripped the straps of her guitar case. “Hey, watch it lady.” Blinking furiously, she urged her wobbling knees to steady with the help of the stranger who was holding her shoulders in assistance. She was dizzy and hungry. She felt weak and disheartened, too. It was only a matter of time before she passed out. “T-Thanks.” Raising her head, her gaze locked on a pair of dark eyes. Towering over her was a man with an exquisitely lean figure. She could tell he had spent a considerable amount of time working out based on his hardened chest where her face slammed into. Under the conspicuous disco lights, Chloe’s breath hitched as she studied the stranger’s face. He was blessed by God in every inch. And if she were to write a song about how good-looking he was, it would be entitled ‘Irresistible’. Leaning over, the man spoke, “You should mind your steps. You’re quite tiny.” Chloe winced. She knew she was petite, but that was the first time someone called her ‘tiny’. Was he calling her a child?! “I appreciate the reminder.” Biting her lips, Chloe took a step back and jerked away from the man’s touch. There was something about him that made her feel tiny – figuratively. Men like him in a place like The Tempest were certainly up to no good. Quietly, she edged on the glomming bodies as beads of sweat trickled down her chest. She tugged the hem of her V-neck shirt and plaid polo. It wasn’t the best choice of clothing for a bar. But she was comfortable in it. Besides, she was there to perform – not to flaunt her goods. Just before Chloe could reach her small resting area, Mikey, the bar manager, motioned her to come over. “Hi, Mikey,” she greeted. “Hello, Barbie.” Mikey loved calling her by that nickname. He was a proud member of the third s*x and Chloe loved him for that. After all, not a lot were brave enough to come out of the closet and openly embrace who they truly are. But she was currently tired and her mind was almost mushy. It had better be a good reason for him to steal her precious resting time. “Is there something wrong?” Chloe inquired suspiciously. Mike would rarely ask her for a talk since he was aware that she could barely get rest. After all, he knew that she was working three part-time jobs to make ends meet. So, he was always considerate. “Someone came looking for you. He looked quite loaded, too. Did you get yourself a sugar daddy? That’s not a bad idea, either.” Chloe frowned. She was a principled person. Even if she must scrimp every cent of her earnings, she would never stoop so low to take advantage of someone’s affection. To be exact, she was not willing to sell her body for money. “Stop spouting nonsense. You know I would never do that.” Mike rolled his eyes and slowly fanned himself with his hand as if he was truly making a point. “Honestly, Barbie. You have a beautiful face, a good figure, and a big brain. If you doll up a little, you’d definitely snag a man. You should learn to use your charms, you know.” “Mike…” she warned. “Fine, fine! I give up! But if you ever change your mind, I’ll gladly help and dress you up! Having a human Barbie doll would be very exciting!” Chloe grimaced. How did the conversation end up this way?