Razorblade Cheekbones: Chapter One
Chapter One
Ville turned away from her, the usual pit in his stomach loosening a bit as she wasn’t in his view any longer. He felt he would gag soon…
“Why do you have to go? I thought we settled this last night when I told you I didn’t want you to go!” Tarja walked to him…his back like a knife wound to her heart. Grabbing his arm, she forcefully turned him around. “Are you listening to me? Do you even care about how I feel about this?”
Drifting around in his thoughts, he had the vague impression that she was like a gnat…an annoying one…one that was buzzing in his ear and wouldn’t go away. He snapped back and looked directly into her cruel, green eyes. He promised himself she would no longer rule him…through clenched teeth, he asserted himself.
Peeling her fingers off his arm, he towered over her small frame. “Don’t…ever…lay…a…hand…on me ever again.” His green eyes flashed with a fire Tarja had only seen once before. When she had caught him conversing with…
“And I AM going to go to L.A., whether you like it or not. I’ve got to promote the band. It’s not like I’m leaving for motherfucking YEARS, Tarja! It’s only two months! I mean, did I shit myself when you left for Argentina for six months? NO! I respected your decision and trusted you! So shut the fuck up and let me do whatever the fuck I want, for once!” Truly, he had tired of the jokes the guys in the band would make behind his back. About how he was so pussy whipped by Tarja because he couldn’t go anywhere without her and couldn’t DO anything without her. He was at the end of the rope with her. He had concluded that she was a psychopath.
Seriously, he thought…there was only so much whipping a normal person could stand. After about an hour, she still wanted to go at it! And it wasn’t like he had extraordinary healing powers or anything…he was always scared that one day she would break the skin and end up killing him. Sure, in the beginning, it was kinky and hot, but now…it was PAINFUL. She went from biting to spanking to whipping and now wanted to try out BURNING. What the FUCK was wrong with her!
I’ll tell you what’s wrong with her…she’s a fucking sadistic bitch! The thought made a slight smile appear. Her sex drive knew no end! She wanted to fuck all the time! In the studio, the cab, the dining room table…he really couldn’t take it anymore. Her pussy was too loose and was time to move on…
Shaking her head, she used what weapons she had in her mental arsenal, knowing how she would get him to waiver. Running a long, red nail along his left cheek, she smiled slyly. “Oooh…I understand that you’ll be back soon. But, honestly, do you think you’ll last a DAY without me?” Her finger wandered downward, along his neck and collarbone. “A day without my cunt?” Her hand swept over his hard stomach and she watched his expression slowly. She could sense no change in him. “You know I’m wet for you, Ville! Every single minute of everyday! Why do you want to leave me? You’ll miss what I’ll do to little Ville…” Her hand gently grabbed his crotch as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
His body tensing, he whistled through his teeth. A part of him couldn’t believe her nerve. Who was she to think she owned his cock? And it was such a nice looking one, too…it’s not like he’d just GIVE it away to ANYONE. Plus…her whippings and biting was getting a little played out. He needed some more excitement in his life. “Well, love…,” He decided to play along, lightly biting her ear, encircling her small waist with his arms. “…The things you do to little Ville are boring him.” He smiled as he sensed she had pulled away from him slightly. Grabbing her hand, he flung it away from his crotch and with his other hand, slapped her. HARD. He didn’t get any satisfaction from it, though. For some odd reason, he had the feeling she had gotten a kick out of it. Before turning away from her, he spat at her, “Slut. Go fuck some other bitch.”
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The suitcase hit him in the ankle, causing his eyebrows to furrow together in annoyance. He turned back, tired of trying to deal with the damn hell-on-wheels contraption. Lifting the suitcase, he pushed the handle down and continued walking, holding it close to his chest.
He didn’t bother with taking off his sunglasses off in the airport. There was too much a chance that someone would notice him and he really didn’t want to have to deal with annoying fan girls. He reeked of sun-block. He didn’t want his precious pale skin to burn while in L.A.
Passing a Starbucks, the smell of the coffee beans made him salivate. Glancing at his Mickey Mouse watch, he checked the time and decided he had enough time to get a coffee. Waiting in line, he felt someone stand far too close to him for comfort. Turning around with an annoyed look on his face, he was met with a blank stare from a tall, dark man. His short, curly hair framed his face beautifully, much like a cherub. He, too, had dark sunglasses on. His light pink lips were an unforgiving line.
Somewhat embarrassed, he turned back around and determinedly stared forward. After getting his coffee, he glanced back at the man to see him ordering a small latte. Shaking his head, he continued on his way to the airplane.
Handing his plane ticket to the deliciously beautiful girl at the gate, he smiled at her and walked on. Looking for his seat was a struggle, like it usually was. People in the aisles, every which way…trying to put their luggage into the above compartments. It annoyed the hell out of him. In fact, a lot of things were annoying him today.
B6...B6...after about ten minutes of sucking in his stomach and trying to squeeze between to crazy nuns, he found it. And when he found it, he thought he would piss in his pants.
In the seat next to his, at the window, was the man who had been standing behind him in the Starbucks line. His face blushing a crimson, he wanted to shrink. That or stuff himself along with his luggage! Shaking his head to the inevitable, he put his suitcase in the compartment and sat down next to him.
An awkward silence ensued for another half hour while all the passengers waited for the plane to take off. In his mind, he cursed himself. He should have listened to his friends and gotten a private jet. And it didn’t help when the man next to him looked over at his queasy self during takeoff.
When they were in the air, the man took his sunglasses off and offered him some mints. “Would you like some? You don’t look too good…” His low, somewhat gruffy voice had an English accent and a little something else that he couldn’t point out.
Smiling gratefully, he took one. “Uh…thanks.” He glanced into the man’s face and realized who it was. The dark green eyes fringed with long, dark lashes were unforgettable. “Are you…Ville Valo?” He asked it questioningly…in case he was right, he didn’t want to seem like an obsessed fan or anything.
He chuckled a bit, nodding. “Yeah. Heard of me?” He said it jokingly, a smile appearing on his face, making him very closely resemble the Cheshire cat.
He couldn’t believe his luck. He was sitting next to a famous, rich celebrity! Well…not that he wasn’t one himself. Holding out his right hand, he took his sunglasses off with his left, rustling his perfectly dyed black and red hair. “I’m Tuomas. Tuomas Holopainen. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I admire your work!”
Ville seemed pleased with this, his head to the right a bit. Instead of shaking his hand, Ville hugged Tuomas. “It’s nice to know I am sitting next to someone who won’t try to hump my leg while I’m sleeping,” He said while laughing.
“I’ll try not to!”
They both laughed at the stupid joke and when their laughter subsided, Tuomas grew a little more comfortable. Evidently, Ville didn’t think too much of the look Tuomas had given him while they had been in line.
“So…why are you headed to L.A.” Tuomas brushed a lock of red hair behind his left ear.
Ville’s eyebrows furrowed, the question reminding him of the fight he had had with Tarja. “Well…I’m going to promote the new album coming out in a few months. The boyos didn’t want to come along. They wanted to be able to spend time with their families before we start touring. You?”
Tuomas didn’t expect him to ask HIM what he was going to be doing there. “Ah..well…I wish I could say it was work-related, but I’m going there for a vacation. I need a rest.” Ville nodded and the conversation ended there with Ville turning to look out the window, nothing but blue sky before him. It seemed to laugh in his face.
Tuomas sighed and settled in for an 18-hour flight. “Did you not want to spend time with your family?” He hoped he wasn’t being too forward.
Ville didn’t turn around when answering him. “Darling…this life is very hard. Sometimes you can’t have everything you want.” He shrugged. “And I didn’t really leave anything too terrific behind.”
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