He Called Me Kid. Disaster Engagement Series, Book 4. Lynn Smith

Episode 9

POV John

Lydia and the band were planning a one off come back gig to celebrate the Anniversary of their first album. We were only in LA for a few weeks whilst they finalised plans and rehearsed their old songs. I couldn’t wait for the show but it wasn’t for another couple of months yet. I was desperate for them to get back together because I just loved their music. And although the Kid’s solo album was amazing, her music was totally different to the bands music. I had always fancied her, she was s*x on legs, a lot younger than me so I felt like a dirty old man but she was gorgeous. Then I bumped into her one day in a lift with my sons and I was head over heels. I was excited to met her and I was surprised how nice she was. When she took off her sunglasses I was shocked at how beautiful her eyes were, I don’t think I had ever looked past her t**s. She looked amazing and she had a great sense of humour and I could tell she didn’t take herself seriously. I asked her for a photo and she giggled as I held her tight and I wondered if she would giggle like that when I went down on her. She laughed at all my jokes and made me feel like I wasn’t a crazy fan, she was a breath of fresh air compared to all the stuffy old birds I had dated. I had tried dating younger women before but they didn’t have much in common with me and they were just a bunch of gold diggers. Lydia was beautiful and successful and had made her own fortune and I admired that in her. As I cuddled into her for the photo she smelled like heaven, she looked up at me with a big smile and after that I was obsessed. I found out that Lydia was invited to a Celebrity Christmas party in London from some woman I had went on one blind date with. I had no intention of ever seeing my blind date again but when she mentioned that she was invited to the same party and could take a plus one I managed to charm her into inviting me. I searched the party high and low for Lydia and when I was about to give up she came walking towards me with her head down. She looked sad but when she noticed me her face lit up. She looked sensational in a tight gold dress. She was honestly the sexiest woman I had ever seen, we had a bit of a flirt but I knew she was engaged to some young actor, so an old man like me didn’t have a chance with her. When she said goodbye she looked at me with her big puppy dog eyes and called me daddy and I was well and truly on her hook. I told my son Junior I was in love with her and he said I was a loser. A few weeks later she released a statement to say that she had split up with Thomas Taylor and I actually punched the air with excitement. “This is my chance son, I’m going to get that girl” Junior just shook his head “as if you have a chance with Lydia Knight dad” “you know me son I don’t stop till I get what I want, and I want her” I hadn’t earned Billions by giving up and I wasn’t about to give up on her. I found out where she lived in London and LA and sent flowers to her houses. All the cards had my number on them but I didn’t hear back from her for weeks. I was starting to lose my patience, then I found out she was living in London permanently so I paid a private investigator to follow her ever move. He would let me know where she was and I would show up at every restaurant, charity event or even the corner shop and pretend I had just bumped into her. She was so lovely and every time I spoke to her I fell a little more in love with her. She was flirting with me and I knew she wanted me too. I kept sending her flowers and asking her to call me and asking her to let me take her to dinner but I wouldn’t hear anything back. It only made me want her more. One night I’d had enough and I organised a private plane and paid someone in her building in London to let me into her underground car park. I waited in my car with my driver until her car drove in. One of her security men opened the passenger door and she got out and she took my breath away every time I seen her. I got out the car and leaned against the window with my hands in my pockets when she noticed me she let out a giggle. “I’ve been trying to get you to call me but my phone hasn’t been ringing” “really Sir Steel?” She said with a flirty smile “I’ve been sending you flowers” “I’m sorry Sir Steel I get lots of flowers” I could tell she was teasing me. “Let me take you to dinner” “where?” she asked “Paris” she laughed “I’m sorry Sir Steel, I just got back from Paris yesterday” my heart sank, if I would have said to any other woman alive let me take you to Paris for dinner on my private jet they would have fallen at my feet but she was different. “but I’m just heading up stairs to my place to order a take away if you fancy it?” my heart leapt out my chest, “I do fancy it, I’m staving, I’ll just cancel the plane” It was so refreshing to be with a woman that didn’t want anything from me, she just wanted my company. I tried to pay for the take away and you would have thought I had offered to slap her granny the look she gave me. She was totally insulted that I wanted to pay. And I kind of liked it. We had a laugh that night getting to know each other and we ended up kissing on her sofa and I felt like a 16 year old again. She was sexy as hell and passionate, she was like a little tiger. She kept moaning against my lips and I could tell she was just as turned on as me. She put her hand up my shirt and stroked my chest and I was about to explode. Then she sent me home and I was gutted but I had her phone number and text her as soon as I got home asking to see her again. We went on about six dates after that and every time I dropped her at her place she would kiss me like she wanted me then push me away. I loved her playing hard to get, it was a game of cat and mouse, and it showed me that she wasn’t the kind of girl that would jump into bed with just anybody. I called her one afternoon to ask her to dinner and she said she was going to Madrid for a music award and asked me to join her. She said her plane was just as big as mine. And it gave me a thrill to know she wasn’t impressed by stuff like that and that she liked me for me. We had s*x on the plane on our way to Madrid, she straddled me as we took off and didn’t stop riding my d**k until we landed. After that we were inseparable and officially a couple. although not in the press. I didn’t want to walk red carpets and all the showbiz s**t, and in a strange way neither did she. She was just a normal girl from a working class background from Glasgow just like me. And although I was decades older than her we had a lot in common and I felt like I had finally found the one. We had been together for nearly two years before she introduced me to her bandmates. She had gone solo so she didn’t see them as much although she spoke to them on the phone constantly and she would go to these band meetings to see them. I found out pretty quickly that a band meeting was just the four of them meeting up and having a piss up. I kept asking to meet them all but she said Fran and the big man and Chris had a bad habit of hating all her ex boyfriends, not that she had many. So I was happy when she finally introduced me to them. I had always loved Fran I actually wanted to be him. I know they say you should never meet your hero’s but he was everything I thought he was going to be, well except that he had stopped drinking, but he was still a laugh. He was a quiet guy but it just came off as cool. I always got the impression that he was intelligent but to sit down and speak to him I was surprised by how business savvy he really was. I knew that the four of them owned the record company but I presumed they hired people to run it for them and make the financial decisions but when I realized that Fran did most of the work himself I was totally surprised. I had always looked at him as a rock star and it was nice to know there was more to him. And the fact we supported the same football team and enjoyed golf meant that we really hit it off. The only thing was that he had this really annoying American girlfriend Joanna and I could tell she was a little tart. She looked like a gold digger to me. And I had my fair share of them over the years. They didn’t seem very happy together and then she started to get a little flirty with me. She was obviously only after anyone with money and it annoyed the s**t out of me. It began with her constantly complementing me and laughing at all my s**t jokes but after a while she started l*****g her lips and sticking out her chest at me when no one was looking. And although I never gave one bit of encouragement it was relentless. Then when she started blowing me kisses I knew I would have to have a word with her. I was beginning to get a bit paranoid about it, I didn’t want Lydia to think I would give Joanna a second look, so I knew I had to say something before it got out of hand. One night Lydia and I went to Frans house for dinner and his girlfriend tried to stroke my leg under the table but I pushed her hand away and then she followed me to the bathroom. I told her to piss off and she got upset, she said that she wasn’t happy with Fran, that he was in love with someone else. I didn’t want dragged into this silly little girls drama. I decided to tell Fran about her coming on to me. After all we had became friends over the past few weeks and it wasn’t fair on him, and god knows who else she was doing this with. I asked Fran over to our house so I could have a word with him. When I got home from my business meeting Lydia was out by the pool, with Carmela, Stacey Lilly and Joanna. I stood at the kitchen window watching Lydia in her tiny black bikini and she looked sensational. I looked at her friends and they had nothing on her. I was hard just looking at her, I went outside and they were all sunbathing “hello girls” Carmela got up and kissed my cheek, then Stacey gave me a little wave. I looked at Joanna but she just stared at the ground, she was obviously embarrassed by the way she had acted towards me. Lilly just smiled. I don’t know what planet she was on,all I knew was she wasn’t the sharpest knife “alright kid” I said to Lydia but she was still sunbathing and pretending to ignore me. She knew that turned me on “I need a word with you in private” “why?” She asked still not looking at me. “It’s important” the girls all looked at each other with worried looks on their faces “ok” she said and got up and wiggled into the house. “I won’t keep her long ladies can I get you anything?” “No thanks John” said Stacey. I went into the house and she was waiting in the kitchen. She didn’t say anything she just ran and jumped up onto me and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, and with a big smile she kissed me deeply “I missed you” she said I untied her top and started to play with her t**s and she let out the sweetest giggle. I had one of her n*****s in my mouth when she said “I want you to f**k me daddy” “I don’t want a quicky Kid I want you all night” “I know I’ll try and get rid of them” she kissed me deeply and then broke away from me and put her bikini top back on. “I better have a cold shower kid” I said. “Anyway I’ve asked Fran over later. Why don’t you go outside and I will make you all a Sylvia” “thanks big daddy” she said and kissed me on the lips. I made the girls drinks and then went upstairs and got changed, by the time I came back down stairs Stacey, Lilly and Carmela had already left. And Fran was standing at the kitchen window staring out at Joanna and Lydia by the pool. “alright son” I said slapping his back. He just glanced at me “Alright John” he said and went back to staring out the window. The poor boy looked shattered. He was usually so cool and had an air of not giving a f**k about anything but today he seemed really down. I was old enough to be his dad and I hated the thought of any of my boys feeling like s**t. But I had to remember he wasn’t one of my sons so it wasn’t my place to pressure him into talking about why he wasn’t himself. “Are you hungry can I get you anything?” He just shook his head. His shoulders were hunched and he was a far cry from the rock star I had admired for so many years. Then he finally said “No thanks I’m not hungry but I’ll have a bottle of water” he carried on looking out the window. I knew he looked down in the dumps but I had to speak to him about this s**t with his girlfriend. I didn’t want it carrying on any longer. I handed him his water and he was still staring out the window. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. This was my opportunity to tell him before Joanna came in “Fran I asked you round here today son so I could have a word with you...” he still didn’t turn around. “I didn’t know Joanna was here” he said cutting me off “yeah all the girls were here, Stacey and Carmela and the other one have just left” he just nodded then asked “What was it you wanted to speak to me about?” I took a deep breath because I didn’t know what his reaction was going to be “It’s about Joanna, the other night when we were at your house she was coming on to me” he just carried on looking out the window “yeah I thought that, she’s a silly cow” I was a little surprised he was so cool about it. Although it was obvious he wasn’t that into her but I still thought he would at least have given me a bit of a reaction even if it was only that his pride had been hurt. But he seemed like he was past caring. Or maybe he thought it was just a one off. I had to lay it all out for him. “It’s not the first time she’s acted like that” I said but he just sighed and said “thanks for letting me know, I’ll have a word with her” what was wrong with this boy? He could have any woman in the world. He was a young, good looking, millionaire rock star, he must have had girls throwing themselves at his feet but he was acting like he just had to put up with this bullshit from her and I was starting to lose my patience with him a little. Not because I wanted a huge reaction from him but I just wanted him to realise he was too good for her. “oh right is that it? You’ll have a word with her?” He shrugged his shoulders “what do you want me to say John?” He sounded so defeated, he was a nice boy I didn’t want this little tart taking the piss out of him. “I want you to have a bit of respect for yourself son, you don’t need to put up with stuff like that. If that was Lydia I would want to know and I would end the relationship” his head swung round “Lydia would never do anything like that. She’s not like that” he said. It was the first time he had actually showed any fight in him and I had to ask myself why he was so passionate about Lydia and didn’t show an ounce of feelings about his own girlfriend “I know, I’m just saying as an example, if it was her I would end it straight away” he went back to staring out the window “well at least you don’t need to worry about s**t like that with Gorgeous, she’s loyal and she’s crazy about you” he sounded really sad. “Yeah I’m a lucky guy” I said and it came out a little more arrogant than I had meant it to sound “Yeah she’s perfect” he said. I stood next to him at the window when I looked out Joanna was standing at the other side of the pool under the shade she looked drunk as she staggered over to the sun lounger. And that’s when I realised Fran wasn’t staring out at Joanna he was looking over to the other side of the pool at Lydia. She was laying on her front with her amazing arse in the air and she was reading a magazine. His eyes were fixed on her, she looked up and she must have noticed that we were watching her and she gave us a little wave and a huge smile. It was obvious to everybody that Fran was crazy about her. Everyone except Lydia. She had absolutely no idea. When they were in the band the fans and press were obsessed with them being a couple. And he would always look at her when they were photographed together like he was obsessed with her, but I used to think it was a marketing thing to sell more records. But as soon as I met him and seen the way he looked at her it was screaming out of him that he was besotted by her. I did feel a tiny twinge of jealousy when they shared a joke or if she ever touched his arm or kissed him goodbye but I had to remember that it was one sided, she loved me. Although I felt bad for the boy especially because his own girlfriend wasn’t perfect I had to be honest with him. “Listen Fran I really like you and that’s why I’m telling you this but I’m going to propose to Lydia, I’m just waiting on the ring being made then I’m taking her home to Glasgow for Christmas to ask her there” His eyebrows were down as if he was hurt but confused “why are you telling me this?” he asked “because I know how you feel about her and I wanted to give you a heads up so it wasn’t a shock” he nodded his head “I appreciate it John, when she got engaged to Tommy and Stefan it nearly killed me, at least your giving me a bit of time to get my head round it” I was surprised how open he was with me. I had half expected him to deny his feelings “it can’t be easy for you son” “I love her John, I’ve always loved her. Since we were kids she’s all I’ve ever wanted. But she doesn’t look at me like that and you make her happy and that’s all that matters” I put my hand on his shoulder. He was a good kid and it took a lot of bottle to admit that to me “I know you don’t drink but do you fancy a Sylvia?” he just smiled “I would love one mate” I made us both a drink and he looked like someone had kicked him in the balls “you ok son?” I asked “yeah I’ll be fine, I just have to be. But I wonder what the big man will say when he finds out” I let out a little laugh “I’m sure he will be happy for her” he gave me a look like I was stupid. “What?” It was obvious young Jamie wanted her, I constantly caught him staring at her but I didn’t think that he was in love with her. I told him before I didn’t mind him staring just don’t touch. “He’s in love with her too” he said and I felt like an i***t “Not him too? I asked he nodded his head “You guys are a right pair” I said with a laugh “he’s different to me John, I want her to be happy. He just wants her for himself. He would do anything to be with her” he was making me nervous “what do you mean?” He took a deep breath “he split up Lydia and her first boyfriend Mick” I rolled my eyes “that Irish wanker, he still sends her flowers all the time the little s**t” I was desperate to meet this guy and warn him to stay away from her, but he always managed to avoid me. “and he split up Lydia and Tommy” I was confused “I thought she caught Tommy cheating on her?” When we first met she had told me the whole story about how she had caught him shagging the hotel maid. I had to sit there and pretend to feel terrible for her when inside I was jumping for joy because if he hadn’t cheated they would probably be married by now. “No, it was a set up, the big man paid someone to spike his drink and when Lydia went out and Tommy was passed out cold, he paid some actress to slip into bed beside him until Lydia came home and then say that she had slept with him” I shook my head in disbelief “Jesus he’s a f*****g psychopath” “I know John, she obviously doesn’t know anything about it because she would never speak to him again, I’m only telling you this to warn you. I don’t want anything like that to happen again” “I appreciate it son, but he will need to get up early to get one over on me” “don’t trust him John, he will say and do anything he can to have her. Don’t believe a word he says and don’t tell him too much because he will twist it and try and turn her against you” “it hasn’t worked out for him up until now” he nodded in agreement “I know but she kept you away from him these past few years and he’s a determined big fucker” “well it will be over my dead body” he laughed “that’s nothing to him John, where do you think Stefan is” I had wondered what had happened to Stefan, in fact the whole world had. It was in the papers that he was suicidal before he had put Lydia in hospital and his brother had done some magazine interviews. He told the reporters that he hadn’t seen him since he got out on bail all those years ago. Stefan was pretty famous and if he was still walking around someone would bound to notice him. Stefan’s brother thought that he had took his own life and that they may never find out what really happened. Lydia never spoke about him, which concerned me, but I had no idea that young Jamie had anything to do with his disappearance. “All I’m saying is watch your back when it comes to the big man, he has a bad streak” I nodded my head but what Fran didn’t know was I could wipe out young Jamie’s whole family if I wanted too, and if he wanted to play dirty then so could I.