Fancying My Fan

Mr Volatile

From mushy to messy feelings
Our relationship became silent chaos.

I couldn't sleep much after what happened.
I got harassed.
I punched a guy in public.
I brought Kenny safe and sound back to the villa.
I faced thousands of people on Kenny's Instagram live session.
I put forward my story bravely.
I lashed out at my favourite actor and he heard me. He trusted me.
He told me I grab attention.
Alright, I am not going to think further. I was a dreamer who believed if you can't achieve something then feel happy fantasising about it. I doubt, I will ever be able to fuck myself imaging Kenny henceforth. He was a floor above and messing my brain. I got rid of my bra but still, my nipples were too hard. His thoughts alone made me feel aroused.
URGH!

"Good morning," I heard a male voice but my father was not alive and I had no boyfriend or cousin or neighbour who would wake me. Probably I was dreaming. "Get up, sleepyhead."

Who the fuck was it? I opened my eyes and holy Marry! My virgin eyes.
Kenny was standing in my room.
Kenny was standing in my room in his ganji.
Kenny was standing in my room in his ganji, flexing his sweaty triceps.
Kenny was standing in my room in his ganji, flexing his triceps and looking at me amusingly.

Why?
I rubbed my eyes and damn! I was on duty. I saw the time on the old wall clock in the room and it was nine in the morning. I sprung out of the bed and set my hair with my hand. "Umm... Hi. I overslept. I forget, I was on duty. I was..." I tried remembering the reason I slept late. Fuck! I didn't fuck myself but I was lost in the thoughts of this yummilicious piece of strawberry tart standing in my room in his... "Oh! Just shut up!" I scolded my heart. "I will get come in fifteen," I told Kenny.

Kenny bit the inside of his cheeks then came close to me and whispered in my ears. "When you come out, make sure you wear garments that cover your precious assets." I couldn't comprehend the meaning of his words because the minty fragrance of his toothpaste, tingled my senses. "Be quick," Kenny said before shutting the door and going out.

I sat on the bed with my heart racing like I had just ran a 100metre race. What just happened? I pondered over it on the toilet seat but got my answer when I was wearing my bra after the shower. Fuck! I was just wearing a noodle strap loose top and my bra from last night was probably on the bed or fallen on the floor. Uh! This was so embarrassing. How will I face him? But why did he enter my room?

I quickly wore my dress and when I came out, the caretakers of the house were doing their duties. Kenny was in the kitchen with Mr Geller, cooking? No! He was just giving him instructions about what he liked and disliked.

"Good morning, Mr Keller and Mr Geller." Their surnames were rhyming and that made me titter.

"Good morning, Miss Cooper. Looking good today." Kenny's remark made me conscious and I glanced at the mirror in the dining room to check if I goofed up again. I didn't. He was just teasing me. Pervert.

Mrs Geller asked me about the incident last day and I could see the concern in her eyes. They were not aware of Kenny being such a big star. Kenny was having his breakfast with his phone and I prayed to God before opening my Instagram. There were several DM and follow requests. I wondered how did people even found out about my existence on social media. My account was private. Guess, social media had its benefits and drawbacks equally.

The bell of the villa rang and I went to check. Just someone I didn't want to see. "Hello, Mr Lucus. You here?"

"Can I come in?"

Can I say "no"? No! So, I opened the gate for him and he came inside taking his time to view the gorgeous villa. "What brings you here, Mr Lucus?"

"You are asking me? After what happened yesterday, the police has decided to take the matter into their hands and from now on, Mr Kellar will be our responsibility. You are free to leave. Where is Mr Kellar, by the way?" Something was telling me Lucus was making up things. He was capable of it.