Angel Eyes- A Chris Motionless Story

9.

==Angelo's Point of View==
I see the van rocking and know one of the guys is fucking...and I can only assume it's Chris and Angel.

Angel:
(moaning)
I gotta cum!

Chris:
Do it!

We bang on the van and make sex noises. Chris growls and tells us to fuck off.

Me:
(in a high-pitched voice)
Ohh Chris!

Ricky:
Fuck me daddy!

Chris:
Go to hell, all of you. Babe, get dressed....no, leave those off.

Angel:
I'm not leaving my panties off!

Chris:
Angel, don't make me take you to a room and punish you.

Ricky:
Yeah Angel, be a good girl.

Angel:
Shut up, Ricky!

They get dressed and get out of the bus. We all snicker and Chris takes her hand and leads her somewhere else.

The next few months Angel seems more afraid of Chris, I can only imagine that he's gotten more aggressive in the bedroom (which is what she was afraid of).....

>>7 months later<<

==Angel's Point of View==

I watch him perform side-stage and he does his after-performance interview. I get a note from Ricky as he leaves to go do an interview "Chris says go to your hotel room and go stand in the corner until he gets there...he knows you have panties on." I sigh and go to my hotel room; making sure I leave the extra key with Ricky so he can give it to Chris. I stand in the corner and wait...and wait...and wait...but he never comes so I decide to take a shower and then go stand in the corner some more...I hear a door open and close, I look back to see my...daddy looking displeased.

Me:
Hi dad—

Chris:
Shut up and come kiss me.

I walk over and kiss him, he squeezes my ass and smacks it; I yelp.

Chris:
Now sweety, I told you no panties, (looks through my clothes and holds up my panties) What are these?

Me:
Panties sir.

Chris:
What did I say?

Me:
L-leave them off?

Chris:
So, why are you disobeying me? And I was gonna reward you tonight.

Me:
I couldn't walk around with just fishnets.

Chris:
I'm just going to spank you and give you your present.

I get 20 spankings and a long kiss from my boyfriend who hands me a new iPhone. I turn it on and I have one missed call, I immediately call them back

Me:
Hey!

Hey, where you at?

Me:
Dallas, how about you?

Me too, whereabouts?

Me:
Hotel near the venue.

Wanna hang out?

Me:
Hold on (to Chris) My friend wants to hang, is that cool?

Chris:
Who?

Me:
Sonny.

Chris:
A guy? (I nod) Not unless I can go with you.

Me:
Okay....where can we meet you?

We??

Me:
My boyfriend and I.

How about my hotel? You know where the Regal Inn is?

Me:
That's where I'm at!

Meet me in room 12.

Me:
Okay!

I hang up, Chris looks at me

Chris:
Who was that?

Me:
My friend Sonny Moore.

Chris:
Wait a second, the guy who used to sing for From First To Last? (I nod) How do you know him?

Me:
I lived in LA for a while, we were neighbors, after I divorced Dylan he helped me out through the grieving process.

Chris:
Were you...did anything?

Me:
No baby, Sonny and I were only friends...that's all we'll ever be.

Chris:
Okay, let's go....I wanna meet this guy.

I go to Sonny's room and knock on it. He opens the door and gives me a big hug.

Me:
I missed you!

Sonny:
I missed you too! How's it going?

Me:
Good, this is my boyfriend—

Chris:
Hey man, remember me?

Sonny:
Yeah, Chris right? (Chris nods) nice to see you. Dating my bud here?

Chris:
Yep.

Sonny:
Come on in, (squeezes me) you look good. How are things between you and Dylan?

We walk in and I see Diplo—I give him a hug too.

Me:
Ugh, he's fucking stalking me!

Wes:
Oh, I can take care of him...fucking boot up his ass, little murdering bitch.

Chris:
You knew about this?

Me:
Sonny and Wes were like my best friends after the thing with Dylan.

Chris:
Oh. Well, I'm gonna go to bed.

Me:
Already? It's so early!

Chris:
I'm tired, I'll just see you later (kisses me) I love you.

Me:
I love you too, Chris.

Chris:
Night. Be back in two hours.

Me:
Okay.

He leaves and I spend time with Sonny and Wes

Me:
So...

Sonny:
What was with him giving you time restrictions?

Me:
He just wants me to get some rest.

Wes:
Is that all? Angel, c'mon be honest with us.

Me:
Well...