The Power Trip

Cliff hit the couch again and reached for his cell. Might as well see what Lori was up to. Maybe even invite her to visit him on set.

Yes, he’d do that, tell her about the invitation.

Little Lori was going to be so excited.

Chapter Eleven

‘Aha!’ Suga exclaimed, descending on Luca like a full-blown cyclone, all mountains of blond curls, bouncy breasts and jiggling hips encased in a bright orange and green low-cut jumpsuit, with sky-high gold Louboutins on her tiny feet — the only small thing about her. ‘How’s my favorite Baby Daddy?’

Suga was an over-the-top voluptuous diva with a steamroller personality. She looked exactly like her fans would expect her to look, and they adored her for it.

Luca rolled off his sunbed and stood up, allowing his ex-wife to envelop him in her generous curves. He got a whiff of her strong signature perfume and many fond memories came flooding back. Ah yes, the day she’d discovered him and plucked him from obscurity. The day they’d first made love. And most important of all, the day he’d stood in her recording studio and cut his first single.

Suga hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe, showering him with wet jammy kisses as was her way.

Luca was glad Jeromy wasn’t around to witness his ex-wife’s display of affection. He knew it pissed Jeromy off that Suga was still such a big part of his life. Too bad. As far as Luca was concerned, it was something that would never change. He owed everything to Suga. Without her there was no way he would have risen to become the star he was today — the blond, blue-eyed Latin singing sensation that Suga had introduced to the world.

‘You’re back early,’ he remarked, gently extracting himself from her clutches. ‘Thought you weren’t due home until next week. What happened?’

Suga pulled a face. ‘My manager — he cancelled the Sao Paulo concert. The ticket sales — they were not so fantastic.’

‘Must be the economy,’ Luca said without taking a beat. ‘Ticket sales are down across the board.’

Suga patted his cheek affectionately. ‘Not for you, mi amor.’

‘For everyone,’ Luca assured her, although he suspected it wasn’t true. On his last concert tour, ticket sales had hit an all-time high.

He hated the fact that Suga’s star was starting to fade. What could be do about it?

‘Where is my other tesoro?’ Suga demanded, hands on ample hips. ‘I have to hug my little Luca junior.’

‘He’s out playing soccer with some of his friends.’

‘Too bad,’ she said, pursing her lips. ‘I must go fetch him.’

‘No way,’ Luca said, hurriedly shaking his head. ‘The kid’s nine, he’ll be embarrassed if you descend on him, you know what he’s like.’

‘Embarrassed! Ha!’ Suga snorted. ‘I am his mama. I could never embarrass my little baby.’

‘Let’s get together for dinner tonight, just the three of us,’ Luca suggested, knowing that Luca junior would be mortified if Suga turned up at his soccer game in all her glory. ‘We’ll have fun.’

‘Si?’ she said, raising an artfully pencilled eyebrow. ‘And where is Mister Stick Up His Ass?’

‘If you’re talking about Jeromy, he’s in London, back tomorrow.’

‘Ah,’ Suga sighed. ‘Me vuelves loco! You have so many beautiful boys to choose from, an’ yet you stay with someone so… dry.’

‘You need to get to know him better,’ Luca said calmly. ‘We should hang out, spend more time together.’

‘I don’t think so, mi amor,’ Suga said, shaking her curls. ‘He doesn’t like me. I don’t like him.’

‘Why can’t you two get along?’

‘Because Jeromy is not the man for you.’ A meaningful pause. ‘You will see. You will learn.’

Luca shrugged. ‘Nothing to learn. I know everything there is to know about him.’

Suga smiled before leaning over and lightly caressing her ex-husband’s package. ‘Do not waste what you have, carino. You are far too young and far too beautiful.’

Luca couldn’t help grinning. ‘You think?’

‘Ah, mi tesoro, Suga knows,’ she cooed. ‘An’ you know that Suga is always right.’

* * *

Jeromy Milton-Gold groaned as he reached orgasm. When he was done, he roughly shoved the boy’s head away from his crotch.

The boy — a sulky eighteen, if that — wondered aloud if Jeromy would now like to suck him off.

‘No,’ Jeromy snapped, as if the very thought disgusted him. ‘You can take your money and go.’

‘But I thought—’

‘Don’t think,’ Jeromy said sharply. ‘I am not paying you to think. Pick up your filthy money and get the hell out.’

‘Fucker!’ the boy muttered under his breath.

Unfortunately, Jeromy heard him. ‘What did you say?’ he asked, narrowing his eyes.

The boy grabbed his money from the table and made a run for the door.

Jeromy thought about chasing him and teaching him a lesson, then he thought, why bother? The boy might be a fighter, and the last thing he needed was to arrive in Miami with a nasty black eye.

If only he could curb his desire for random satisfaction.

No, that would be asking the impossible. Besides, after a night out with Ashley and her boring (although admittedly gorgeous) husband, surely he was entitled to some light relief?

And what Luca didn’t know…

Jeromy was excellent at burying any guilt he might feel. Besides, he’d never promised Luca that he would be faithful, and allowing some random boy he’d ordered off the Internet to give him oral was hardly being a slut. It was more like he was taking care of business in a purely uninvolved way.

Yes, that was it. No emotion. No connection. Merely a swift sexual transaction for money. In the morning he’d be on a plane to Miami, then straight back into the arms of his super-star boyfriend.

He hoped that Luca’s fat ex-wife, Suga, wasn’t around. The woman was a joke with her huge floppy breasts, loud voice and ridiculous blond curls. It was surely time that Luca disassociated himself from her.

The thought of his young partner ever having been with Suga made Jeromy physically sick. Although he tried not to think about it, there were times he couldn’t stop himself from imagining them together. Suga, rolling on top of Luca, crushing his perfect body with her outrageous tits, opening her legs for him, sucking his delicious cock. The images were unbearable.

What he couldn’t understand was why Luca encouraged the cow to still be in his life. True, they had a son together, Luca junior. But why couldn’t Luca start putting some distance between them? Suga’s Miami mansion was five minutes away from Luca’s mansion. In Jeromy’s eyes it was not a happy situation.

Jeromy had made up his mind that when they were on the Kasianenko yacht, he would insist that they sell the Miami mansion and move far away from Miss Suga Tits — the title he’d bestowed on Luca’s ex.

Ah yes, perhaps acquire a house in London’s Belgrave Square, a house that he could decorate and transform into an amazing palace for his young lover.

Jeromy gave a thin smile at the thought of how envious all his London acquaintances would be if he