Hail To The King

He woke up with a jolt, minor splitting headache rushed to his head, making him slowly realizing that he’s not at home. He felt a presence of fur brushing on his feet and soon those tiny little paws climbed across his abs and made way to his stubbly chin.

“Morning, beautiful.” He said, smiling down at Pinkly who was now resting on his chest.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

He jumped apart when a stranger’s voice loomed out of nowhere. On his left, a naked girl having her lower torso hidden underneath a duvet, smiled seductively towards him. He faked a grin. His eyes wandered about, finally reaching to a conclusion where last night this girl brought him home and those playing with her house keys hint, ‘wanna come in for a coffee’ bullshit had eventually led them to this bedroom.

“Heyyy.” He greeted sheepishly, trying to search for her name in the back of his mind.

“Hey yourself.” She rose to meet him and gave a peck on his lips. “Your dog, I think she wants to pee.”

Brian looked down at Pinkly who kept running in circle restlessly. Yes, she would do that whenever she’s hungry.

“Uh, I better get going.”

He rose to his feet and struggled to find his clothes lying everywhere in the room.

“Where are my pants?” He found his House Of Syn cut off tshirt, his personal belongings and shoes too but no sign of his pants yet.

“You really wanna know?”

Brian glanced at her. Seeing her blonde hair and pale complexion, now he remembered. Last night when he went to their frequent bar, he hung out with Zacky and his girl, Gena for a few hours, holding Pinkly in his lap. Soon the boys came in and they drank multiple shots of tequila, taking turns with vodka and Guinness for no apparent reason whatsoever. They didn’t have anything to celebrate except for being home at last after a long and exhausting Nightmare tour.

Michelle was there too. He ignored her most of the time, trying not to feel awkward after the break up that happened five months ago. Of course they couldn’t avoid each other. Michelle’s twin sister is married to his best friend and also the band leader. He fucked up their lousy relationship and he didn’t give a damn about Michelle’s stink eye whenever they crossed each other’s path.

So he calmly made his way towards a random blonde girl and flirted like he used to flirt with Michelle ages ago. He felt satisfied watching her flamed in fury, but he found that this girl is quite easy to please.

Now here they are. Him – only in his dark blue boxers and her – stark naked.

“Honey I don’t wanna sound rude, but where are my fucking pants? Quit playing. I have to go like, now.”

She stared for a few seconds before shoving off the duvet from herself. Brian watched as her full frontal naked body swayed in front of him. His morning wood started to appear.

“It’s downstairs. You were eager last night, couldn’t wait to take it off.” She giggled, and his brown eyes widened.

“Was I? Well, for a hot body like this, who wouldn’t want to take it off?”

“Aww, you’re so sweet.”

“Darling, I was talking about me.”

She was about to circle her arms around his waist, but stopped midway with her smile died.

“What do you know, I ran into a hot but cocky bastard.”

He smirked and proceeded downstairs to find his pants crumpled on the floor and he quickly put it on. He picked Pinkly up and rushed towards the door when she finally called from behind;

“Don’t forget to call me, Zacky!”

He stunned under the doorway and slowly turned around. His lips grew a wide grin when at last he winked at the blondie.

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

Relieved that he used Zacky’s name for one lucky night, he blew kisses for her. Made sure that she was swooning over his charm and good looks before making his way towards his car outside. That was when his phone rang.

“Yellow?”
“Brian, are you coming tonight or not?”
“Oh shit, Mac. I forgot. Of course I’ll come. It’s your debut.”
“Damn right. Get your ass here before seven because they need your pep talk.”
“Okay. I’ll bring the guys too.”
“Oh, but don’t bring Arin.”
Brian frowned before he turned his ignition on.
“Why..?”
“Gosh, he’s..he’s…he’s annoying! Let’s leave it at that!”
“Annoying? Sis, you only met him twice. He’s the sweetest fucker I’ve ever known. How can you say that?”
“Shut up. Hanging up now. Don’t forget, seven okay!”

McKenna hung up her call and Brian stared suspiciously to his phone. He wondered for a few minutes in his car, but when the blondie came out of her house only wearing a bathrobe and waved at him, he quickly pressed the gas and drove away.

Don’t want her to get too attached to ‘Zacky’.

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The laptop that connected with all the camera views from Brian Jr’s house was now online. I waited patiently and killed time with my kickboxing kit that I hung in a spare bedroom of this huge house. This is my routine, every morning when I woke up I would always throw a punch or two on my Everlast punching bag, or I would go jogging. But I don’t wanna reveal myself to anyone, certainly not Brian.

From the four panel view, I saw Brian’s BMW crept into his driveway. I looked at my watch. It’s 11 am. He went out last night and just came back now? What a busy life he’s having!

You must be wondering why I didn’t follow him around like a bodyguard supposed to, right? Well, not that I won’t but I’m getting to that. I don’t wanna make myself look like a stalker. I need to plan everything well.

Not long after he parked, I saw a glimpse of another car drove silently behind him and settled quite far from his house. Luckily my hidden camera that I planted last night caught it.

“Let’s see who the lucky fucker is.”

I zoomed into the fourth panel view and saw a bearded man was driving the black Hybrid, a bit similar to the photo that Brian Sr showed me yesterday. I snapped a picture of him and quickly sent it to Andy to analyze. While waiting for Andy to give me some feedbacks, I peeked on the window. Brian Jr went out of his car and his Maltese followed. My eyes quickly scanned to the bearded mysterious guy. He too, came out of his car and – oh shit, he’s holding a weapon! A fucking knife! What should I do? What should I do?

I have no fucking choice. I have to reveal myself. And it’s just my second day.

Hastily I put on my earphones connected to my empty iPod, shoved on my running shoes and went out of the house. I purposely sprinted in full speed towards him who was getting too near to Brian’s house and bumped into his shoulder.

“Fuck! Watch where you’re going, bitch!”

We both fell on the asphalt driveway and ouch, my elbow scraped on the rough texture of the road.

“You watch where you’re going! And watch your mouth, dickhead!” God I lost my temper right there.

He picked up his knife and got agitated. He sprung towards me, I was ready to take a shot and punch the shit out of him but then someone interfered.

“Woah woah, lay down the weapon man! This is a private property. Zero crime scene here, dude. Zero!”

The bearded man stood in a strike pose when Brian suddenly stood in between us and protectively held his arms wide open. I was shocked, and I’m sure so did the mysterious guy because we both know who Brian is, only they don’t know who I am.

Shit, Brian saw me. Too late to run back into the house, I guess?

“Back off, man. Or I’ll call the police.”

The bearded guy looked scared. Not because of the taunt, I think. It was as though he didn’t dare to look Brian in the eye. Like Brian was his superior, or his king probably. I wonder whether he wanted the throne to himself or he was being sent by someone.

Submissively he shoved away his switchblade and ran back towards his car.

“Seriously, robbing in broad daylight?” I heard him muttered under his breath. I struggled to get up when a sudden shock of pain pricked through my veins towards my elbow. I glanced at it. Yep, a scraped wound right there. Just nice. Not yet taking a bullet for this guy yet I’ve injured myself. This is just great.

“Hey, you’re okay?”

I looked up, and saw his palm offered to me. I smiled at it and got up by myself. My mind still panicking with the need of new plans now that he’d seen me.

“I’m cool. Thanks.”

He frowned at me for a while. I can feel the presence of his gaze mulled all over me.

“Haven’t seen you around before. You live nearby?”

I hesitated. What should I tell him? Should I tell him the truth? That he’s a prince in need of a protection from a clumsy little agent like me?

“Um, yeah. I live there. Just moved in.” I pointed to my house which just right next door to him.

“No way. So we’re neighbors!”

Yeah, no shit Sherlock.

“Oh, so you’re the one who’s been living there. I thought I hallucinated. That house has been empty for a long, long time.”

“Well, let’s hope it’s not haunted.”

He laughed and weirdly I find it adorable. Come to think of it, apart from he smelled like vodka and Guinness, he’s actually quite good looking. I was only being introduced to him by pictures and posters but meeting him up close, he’s fucking hot. Hotter than Andy actually.

I blinked rapidly, what was I thinking?

“I gotta go. See ya!” I turned and started to run again, but he caught my arm, making me winced because his strong grip was near my wounded elbow.

“You’re hurt.”

“I know.” I hissed.

He stared at me, still not releasing his grip.

“Let’s fix you inside.”

He started to pull my hand and brought me into his mansion. Wow, is he always like this? Pulling strangers into his house? What if I’m not his bodyguard but his killer instead? This guy needs some serious protection.

“Wait, you don’t know me. And I don’t know you.”

He stopped walking when I halted. He flashed a grin at me and I don’t know why my knees trembled.

“I saved you, and that makes me harmless to you. And you live right next door, which makes you easy to hunt if you ever steal something from me.”

Steal? How about kill? And saved me? Please! I saved your ass first! Gosh, what a cocky dude!

“And besides, I know jujitsu.” He added.

I can’t help but laugh. He laughed too, maybe he thought I find it funny. As a matter of fact, I did find it funny. Funny and helplessly adorable. Dude, I owned a black belt karate and a gold medal in kickboxing. It’s only a matter of time I’ll learn how to become a sharp shooter.

“Laugh all you want but seriously, I can fucking take care of myself.”

I stopped laughing instantly. It was like he’s sending a message to my mind. Telling me to back off?

“Then are you always like this around women?”

He smiled his powerful grin and winked. “Only with you.”

I rolled my eyes. What the hell? Are rock stars naturally act like this? Or just this one?

“Okay man, just let my arm go. I can walk by myself.”

His brows scrunched together at me, probably couldn’t believe my respond towards him. Nevertheless he didn’t let me go and brought me inside, instead. Once I was in, I couldn’t stop myself from drinking every part of his décor. I didn’t have a chance to go inside last night but I had thoroughly planted cameras all over his exterior. Damn I should have brought my gadgets if I knew this would happen!

When the front door opened, the view revealed a drum set, black in color and a set of two skulls with bat wings on them etched onto the lowest and biggest part of the drums. What was it called? I have no idea. Just above the drums there was a big framed painting of a person, splayed across the wall. I found myself staring at it until he spoke, finally releasing my arm.



(i do not own this photo. i don't know who the painter is, if u do, give some credit thanks :) )

“That’s Jimmy. The best motherfucker I’ve ever known. This was painted by a friend of ours.”

I looked at him. There was a spur of sadness in his eyes as I understand his loss. I researched a lot about him and his band. Jimmy was their drummer until two years ago, when he passed away tragically sudden.

“What happened?” still I have to ask, to avoid suspicions.

“He passed, some say he’s suicidal. But I chose to believe he’s not.”

I approached him but my arms awkwardly stayed by my side, not knowing whether to touch him or not.

“I’m sorry.”

The corner of his lips curved up into a weary smile. Deep within me, I feel like hugging him. In pure sympathy, of course.

“It’s been two years. Still I can’t go home without looking at his face first. That’s why I put them here. It’s like he’s greeting me home everytime.”

“This was his belonging?” I pointed to the drums.

He nodded. “You’re the first girl I let in here and asked about this.”

“Only because I don’t know a thing. I’m sure all the others already knew about him.”

He chuckled and put his hands inside his pocket, licking his lips while at it. “Let me try that again. You’re the only girl I let in here.”

Shit. This guy. He really does have a power over me. His lazy and indifferent brown eyes set only on mine, with his thin lips twitching into a magnificent smile that made my knees quiver everytime, what the fuck is happening? Is this some crowned prince effect that I don’t know of? Chief should have warned me about this.

“I’m Brian by the way.” He held out his palm. I have to quickly choose a fake name. Come on! Think Addie, think!

“Addison.” Shit.

He shook my hand. “Addison? Can I call you Addie?”

“Sure.”

He smiled again and motioned me to the living room. Which surprised me a lot with his supersize mega flat screen TV and a set of Guitar Hero complete instruments were there. Sweet! Can I play?

“Make yourself at home, Addie. I’ll find a first aid for you.”

He walked into another part of his mansion and left me alone in the living room. I rubbed my face and cursed for over and over again. How did I get into this? I was only intend to stop Brian from getting killed but now, it turned the other way around? I let out a heavy sigh and found myself drooling at his guitar hero set.

I felt itchy to grab them and played a round but I resisted. Instead, I went over to a tall wooden glass cabinet nearby and saw a lot of awards in there. Best Guitarist of The Year, Snappiest Dresser, Best Solo on Rock, Best Guitarist, Best Rock Band, Best – wow! No wonder he’s conceited.

“How’s Mr Tyler doing?”

His voice emerged from far as I turned and saw him carrying a box of first aid kit. His clothes were now changed into a more comfortable attire.

“Mr…Tyler?”

“Yeah, the last owner of the house.”

Shit, Andy didn’t mention anything about him. Make up something, Addie!

“Oh, he’s fine. He’s my uncle actually. He gave the house to me.” What have I fucking done?

“Uncle? And yet you didn’t recognize his last name?”

“He’s an uncle on my mom’s side. I didn’t call him Mr Tyler. Duh, who does?”

He shrugged. “Only me I guess. I’m not so close with him.”

Phew, thank God. Let’s move on to another topic shall we?

“So I guess I owe you one huh.” I walked closer to him and reached for the first aid. He stopped me and pushed my shoulders until I landed on a couch behind me.

He started to clean the wound on my elbow gently and applied some ointment on it. The way he did all of this, made my heart pumped loud like a thunder. Watching his lashes from top view and his high cheekbones that moved every now and then when he smiled making my stomach grew butterflies and eating my insides as I knew that I have fallen for this guy’s gentle gesture. I completely and utterly forgot about Andy.

“There you go.” He finished fixing my wound and looked up to me. Our irises met, and refused to take off from each other’s. Nothing happened inside my mind. It was blank, I couldn’t think of anything to avoid this. Not even Chief’s clear order to not be in a relationship with him. Not even my faithful vows to myself that I will never have a thing for rock stars like him. He leaned closer, trying to find something inside my gaze as his hands slowly ran on my thigh. His touch, simply sending shivers down my spine.

No Addie, no! Don’t let him seduce you!

His hand traveled higher until it rested on my hip as his face grew nearer and his breathing gone heavier. I was wearing a black tank top that revealed my belly so his hand started to move there too. When I finally gathered my composure, I stopped him.

“Brian, I have to go.” I rose from my seat and he backed away at once.

“Damn, do you really have to?” He stared down at his own crotch and my gaze followed. Wow, he’s turned on because of me? That’s a compliment I thought I’ll never have.

“Not every day you get lucky Brian.”

I walked out of his house and prayed to never get into this kind of trouble again.

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