Star-crossed double-cross 19

Chapter 19 – An unwanted invitation

“Is everything alright, sweety?” Melena asked from across the table. "You've hardly eaten a thing?"

Looking up through his thick lashes, Lucian smiled. “Yes, I’m fine, he lied as he fumbled with a set of chopsticks, his long pink acrylic nails making the task near impossible. “I’m just not very hungry. I'm not a big fan of raw fish.”

“Oh, you should really try to eat it,” answered Melena, seemingly oblivious to how uncomfortable the skirted man opposite her was. “My yoga instructor, Gaya swears by it. He said it’s full of omega-3. It'll make your hair thick and healthy and your complexion blemish-free.”

“Perfect, just what I need,” Lucian thought as he continued to force a smile. “To look even more feminine!” The way he currently looked was something he tried not to think about, finding it easier to ignore the changes happening to his body. He had always been of the mindset that everything done to him was temporary and could be reversed. but lately, he had caught himself examining his altered body more and more. There was the obvious, like his bloated rubbery lips, jutting out from his face and showing no sign of deflating. Then there were the more subtle changes, like his ever-expanding backside, buttocks, and chest, which surely couldn’t be the result of the exercising and dieting alone!

“You don’t need to worry about all that, Bee,” Zane pipped in as he chomped down a salmon nigiri. “You always look fantastic.”

Felling embarrassed by the compliment, Lucian looked down at the short hem of his silky dress resting high on his nylon encased thighs. Shifting his legs slightly, one of his sexy-looking legs slid effortlessly over the other, causing the humiliated boy to shudder. “Thanks, Babe,” Lucian replied, regaining his composure as he looked up into Zane’s eyes. He needed to stay in character, and Bianca Cabello wasn’t the sort of girl to get all shy over some harmless remark.

“And what am I? Chopped liver over here?” Melena commented, folding her arms while tutting loudly.

“Oh, come now, my Queen,” Zane quickly remarked, leaning across to take Melena's hand. “You know that in my eyes, you’re the most gorgeous, most perfect creature God ever crafted. After creating you, he didn’t just need a day of rest, he was forced to take a month.”

“Awww, Baby,” Melena cooed, leaning across the plates of sushi to kiss her soppy boyfriend.

Pushing down on his stiletto heels, Lucian pushed his chair backwards, making a loud scraping sound. Plucking the napkin from the lap of his expensive designer mini dress with his long nails, he placed it next to his practically untouched plate of food. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he announced as he pushed down on the balls of his sore feet to lift himself up.

“Sure thing, Boo,” Mumbled Melena, her lips leaving Zane’s barely long enough to deliver the sentence.

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Returning from the bathroom, Lucian tottered across the high-end restaurant as the loud click-clack sound of his slender, skyscraper heels announced his presence. As he sauntered by in his expensive dress, curious customers took a momentary break from chowing down on their overpriced sushi to admire and criticise the scantily clad starlet.

Not particularly wanting to return to the awkward dinner date set up by the record company, Lucian had taken his time in the bathroom. But there was also only so long he could stand looking at himself in the large, mirrored surfaces covering the walls. Everywhere he’d looked, the sight of a gorgeous young blonde in a little black dress dominated his vision. The sight of her dark smoky eyes staring back at him as he applied a new layer of sticky pink gloss was still as devastating as ever to his crushed male ego.

Reaching the table, Lucian stopped dead on his heels. It was empty! “

Eek,” he squealed as he spun around to find Zane standing a little too close for comfort. “I’ve got your coat,” he announced, holding out Lucian’s warm fur coat.

Instinctively, the startled young man turned and lifted his arms, allowing Zane to place the garment on his delicate frame. “Where’s Mel,” Lucian asked, looking around the room and hoping to spot her.

“She had to leave, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get back to your room safely,” Zane said, smiling as he placed his arm on Lucian’s thin waist.

“Err, ok,” Lucian replied, gulping. With him, Zane, and Melena all staying at the same hotel and also not really knowing what else to do, he reluctantly allowed himself to be led out of the restaurant and into a waiting car.

The ride back to the hotel was an awkward but thankfully short one for the confused crossdressed boy as Zane, once again, sat just a little too close for his liking while telling a long-winded, boring story about his latest concert.

Lucian nodded along and feigned laughter as he kept his slippery pantyhosed legs firmly pressed together. The last thing he wanted was to arouse suspicion and blow his cover, even as Zane's wandering hand occasionally found itself resting on his knee.

Exiting the car, Zane offered Lucian his hand. Thinking the pop star was being polite, Lucian accepted, allowing his grinning companion to help him to his high-heeled feet. It was only after their ride drove away did he realise; that Zane was not letting go.

“This way,” the confident man announced before leading Lucian into the hotel lobby. Once inside, he headed for the elevator before turning to speak again. “Bianca, do you have ten minutes?” Zane asked, looking deeply into Lucian’s heavily made-up eyes. “I would really appreciate your advice on something.”

“Oh,” Lucian replied, still uncomfortable holding Zane’s hand. “I… err…”

“Please?” Zane interrupted, leaning down with pleading eyes. “It’s about Melena. You’re the only person I can talk to about this.”

Lucian looked around but quickly realised no one was coming to help him. Feeling pressured and uncomfortable dressed as he was, he reluctantly agreed to accompany Zane up to his hotel room.

Inside the room, Zane took their coats and told Lucian to take a seat before heading off to find them something to drink. He returned with a bottle of wine and snuggled up close to the skirted young man on the sofa.

After pouring, Zane passed Lucian a glass. “Cheers,” he announced, clinking the glasses together.

Without reply, Lucian took a sip of the fruity red liquid before placing the glass on a nearby coffee table. “So, you wanted to ask me something?” Lucian questioned, hoping to get straight to the point so he could make some excuse and escape the luxurious suite.

“I love this dress,” Zane said, reaching across to take a hold of the short hem of Lucian’s dress. “Is it a Versace?” he asked as he slowly rubbed the soft material between his thumb and forefinger.

“Err…. Yes… but…I… need to use the bathroom,” Lucian blurted out before jumping to his feet and scurrying off to the safety of the restroom.

Standing in the centre of the room, the shaken young man took a second to catch his breath and process his thoughts. Had he overreacted? or had Zane Efron really just come on to him?

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Detangling a lock of curly blonde hair from one of his large, hooped earrings, Lucian sighed, feeling rather foolish for getting himself into such an uncomfortable situation. He was racking his brain for an acceptable excuse to leave when, suddenly, the door opened behind him. Pirouetting on the spot, Lucian’s arms dropped to his side as his inflated lips parted.

“I miss you, Bee,” Zane announced, marching towards the terrified boy with a look of lust in his eyes. “I messed up big time when I left you for Melena. And after seeing you again, I can see that now. I want you back. And I know you want me too.”

“Zane…I…,” Lucian said, backing away as he tried to talk the approaching man down. He didn't get the chance as before he could finish his sentence, a strong pair of arms gripped his shoulders as Zane leaned in to passionately kiss at his Botox-filled lips.

Panicked, Lucian struggled in his tight mini dress and heels. He tried to push Zane away, but his arms were pinned. He tried to scream, but his lips were being bombarded with kisses.

Clearly enjoying himself (evident by the lump pushing into Lucian’s stomach), Zane moved his arm down before grabbing a handful of Lucian’s bum. Suddenly, able to move, Lucian seized the opportunity. Swivelling his body, he brought up his knee with ferocious force, slamming it into Zane’s balls.

The pair screamed simultaneously, Lucian telling the horny pop star to get the hell off of him with Zane just howling in pain.

“You bitch,” Zane screamed as Lucian felt the vice-like grip on his right shoulder tighten.

Lucian felt his whole body quiver with rage, all those weeks of humiliation and frustration finally coming to the boil. Bringing down his foot, he drove the heel of his six-inch stiletto right into the bridge of Zane’s foot. There was a brief crunching sound before it was drowned out by an ear-piercing scream.

Zane’s strong frame crumpled and dropped to the ground in a heap. “You arsehole!” screamed an enraged Lucian, ignoring Zane's pleas for forgiveness as he repeatedly kicked out at his whimpering fallen attacker.