begged to be kissed. Breathing in deeply, she felt her own lips burn with need as she imagined pressing them against his perfect mouth; so soft and pliable, so wonderfully sweet. “Damn you Maggi Atwell!” Deanna fumed.
As if on cue, Maggi opened Deanna’s bedroom door and stuck her head inside. Her eyes opened wide in amazement when she looked at Deanna’s sexy outfit. Maggi ran inside and hugged her before declaring that she looked so gorgeous she was sure to be the center of attention tonight.
She pulled out of Maggi’s embrace and studied her friend for a moment.
“What?” Maggi laughed, pretending to check her own outfit.
“Be honest,” Deanna began, “How can you act like…?”
Maggi’s demeanor changed instantly. Her voice turned ice cold and vaguely threatening. “Leave it alone, D. It has nothing to do with you so just stay out it.”
****
The tomb-like atmosphere of Trevor’s mansion located in the high-class London community of St. John’s Wood didn’t surprise Deanna one bit. It was tastefully decorated with expensive antiques, and beautiful accouterments but it was as cold and unpleasant as its master. Gazing at the ostentatious wealth surrounding her, Deanna recalled Maggi’s account of Trevor’s unhappy childhood.
Lonely and apparently unloved, he spent hours alone dreaming of ways to prove himself worthy of his indifferent parent’s affections. After they died in a suspicious car accident, Trevor inherited the entire estate and family fortune as their only child and heir. Bored with travel, drugs, and gold-digging whores---the curse of the idle rich---Trevor embarked on a quest to “find himself.” One night, while drinking himself into oblivion at a club in Sheffield, Trevor heard what he could only describe as “mind shattering noise” that very nearly gave him a nosebleed. Thus began his love affair with heavy metal and the band with the bollocks to piss off every punter brave enough to sit through their show: Beastrage. Trevor was thrilled that his decision to become involved in such drivel would have his parents spinning in their graves: if their bodies hadn’t been completely obliterated in an explosion of metal and motor oil that is.
Evidently, Deanna pondered while sipping a rather cheap tasting wine, Metal Urge had left Beastrage in their dust, steam-rolling over The Beasts’ hope of being Trevor’s premier heavy metal band. She found herself smiling with delight at the thought of the group she had once intended to avoid like the plague grabbing old Trev by the balls and twisting them until he was shamelessly begging them to hire him as their manager. “Good job boys,” she laughed to herself before wondering if Trevor’s inherent evil would insinuate itself into the band member's lives ultimately destroying them. The thought sent a tingle of dread down her spine. She quickly swallowed the last of her wine in an attempt to banish it. A moment later Deanna watched Maggi glide past, clutching Trevor’s arm. Maggi glanced at her and Deanna turned away in disgust. She was “staying out of it” alright. Maggi was an adult so come what may, she wasn’t ever going to get entangled in that drama again. If she had the money she would move out of the flat and out of Maggi’s life for good.
She wandered through a couple of vast, lavish rooms checking out some of the most expensive looking pieces of furniture and art while searching for another glass of the inexpensive wine Trevor had so graciously provided. At least it took the edge off. She plucked a glass from a passing waiter’s tray and turned, her eyes meeting the dazzling hazel eyes of Nigel Guilford as he stood before her in all of his studded leather glory. “Hi,” she stammered, unable to believe that the beautiful singer was within touching range. He smiled, and her knees turned liquid, threatening to buckle and dump her unceremoniously on the
As if on cue, Maggi opened Deanna’s bedroom door and stuck her head inside. Her eyes opened wide in amazement when she looked at Deanna’s sexy outfit. Maggi ran inside and hugged her before declaring that she looked so gorgeous she was sure to be the center of attention tonight.
She pulled out of Maggi’s embrace and studied her friend for a moment.
“What?” Maggi laughed, pretending to check her own outfit.
“Be honest,” Deanna began, “How can you act like…?”
Maggi’s demeanor changed instantly. Her voice turned ice cold and vaguely threatening. “Leave it alone, D. It has nothing to do with you so just stay out it.”
****
The tomb-like atmosphere of Trevor’s mansion located in the high-class London community of St. John’s Wood didn’t surprise Deanna one bit. It was tastefully decorated with expensive antiques, and beautiful accouterments but it was as cold and unpleasant as its master. Gazing at the ostentatious wealth surrounding her, Deanna recalled Maggi’s account of Trevor’s unhappy childhood.
Lonely and apparently unloved, he spent hours alone dreaming of ways to prove himself worthy of his indifferent parent’s affections. After they died in a suspicious car accident, Trevor inherited the entire estate and family fortune as their only child and heir. Bored with travel, drugs, and gold-digging whores---the curse of the idle rich---Trevor embarked on a quest to “find himself.” One night, while drinking himself into oblivion at a club in Sheffield, Trevor heard what he could only describe as “mind shattering noise” that very nearly gave him a nosebleed. Thus began his love affair with heavy metal and the band with the bollocks to piss off every punter brave enough to sit through their show: Beastrage. Trevor was thrilled that his decision to become involved in such drivel would have his parents spinning in their graves: if their bodies hadn’t been completely obliterated in an explosion of metal and motor oil that is.
Evidently, Deanna pondered while sipping a rather cheap tasting wine, Metal Urge had left Beastrage in their dust, steam-rolling over The Beasts’ hope of being Trevor’s premier heavy metal band. She found herself smiling with delight at the thought of the group she had once intended to avoid like the plague grabbing old Trev by the balls and twisting them until he was shamelessly begging them to hire him as their manager. “Good job boys,” she laughed to herself before wondering if Trevor’s inherent evil would insinuate itself into the band member's lives ultimately destroying them. The thought sent a tingle of dread down her spine. She quickly swallowed the last of her wine in an attempt to banish it. A moment later Deanna watched Maggi glide past, clutching Trevor’s arm. Maggi glanced at her and Deanna turned away in disgust. She was “staying out of it” alright. Maggi was an adult so come what may, she wasn’t ever going to get entangled in that drama again. If she had the money she would move out of the flat and out of Maggi’s life for good.
She wandered through a couple of vast, lavish rooms checking out some of the most expensive looking pieces of furniture and art while searching for another glass of the inexpensive wine Trevor had so graciously provided. At least it took the edge off. She plucked a glass from a passing waiter’s tray and turned, her eyes meeting the dazzling hazel eyes of Nigel Guilford as he stood before her in all of his studded leather glory. “Hi,” she stammered, unable to believe that the beautiful singer was within touching range. He smiled, and her knees turned liquid, threatening to buckle and dump her unceremoniously on the
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