The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy’s POV*

Gwyn thought I was a prostitute. A prostitute.

In my life, all kinds of people had made me offers of money and favors, sometimes huge sums, for all kind of sexual or other acts. None of them would ever have gotten what they wanted, even if I had agreed. They were looking for some kind of nectar-shitting immortal with a monster-sized horse cock, and I was just me with, you know, a real person’s dick.

‘Hottest Male,’ I thought. The hype, the fangirling, the modeling, it was great publicity for Black Veil. But it was making it hard for Gwyn to accept that I was just me, a guy, and I had wanted her of my own accord. She clearly had some major issues we hadn’t talked about.

Fine, we could deal with those later. But I was a little touchy about being called a prostitute. I had no problem with sex workers, I didn’t think it was wrong or anything. But I didn’t want to be one; I wasn’t one. And… in the past, there were just a few offers that were too good to pass up, before Black Veil was successful. I didn’t like to think about that.

The emotions raced through my head, I was having difficulty controlling my temper. “No, I’m not a fucking prostitute Gwyn! Don’t fucking say that again!” *pant* I had to try and calm down. “Please. I really like you, I want to-“

“-Andy, you’re too fucking hot for me! I don’t belong here. Tell me what’s going on; I’m serious!” What she was saying would have been funny, I should have been laughing, except she was in my face, almost yelling. “Why are you fucking with me you sick fuck? Is this what rock stars do in between shows? You fucking dick!”

I had no idea what the fuck to do to get through to her, she was like a different person, she seemed hysterical! I just wanted her to calm down and stop pushing my buttons. I grabbed a piece of paper from the recycle bin, wrote my number down on it, my email, and the hotel where we were staying and the bus would be parked. “Please, Gwyn, I wanted you to stay, but I get it, you don’t want to. We will be in town again tomorrow night, here.” I stuffed the piece of paper in her hand. “Please get dinner with me, or lunch, or both.”

I chanced it, leaned in, and kissed Gwyn briefly, holding her face. She might be completely insane, but I felt my heart swell with hope as I watched her for a response.

Her gaze was uncertain. I could see something there, like she was reaching out for me, struggling against her doubts. Then it was like she snapped shut. “Who’s paying you to keep this up, asshole? Having fun?”

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