More Than a Fan v.3, NC-17; all het; Elijah, Orli, and Dom

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Nah, here it is:

More Than a Fan: Part two: Hell Hath No Fury

Prologue

September 24, 2004

I have been back in LA for a couple of months, but Dom has been Hawaii and the Bahamas filming his new series, “Lost”. He’s coming home today, but I’m not sure if I want to see him. Knowing that he had slept with a co-star after Elijah accidentally said something one night when drunk.

I really don’t know how I am supposed to feel about this. I thought that the realization of his actions would be painful; or would have, at least, more negatively affected me. But, considering the fact that I slept with Alex, a couple of times, it doesn’t seem so bad.



As soon as I walk into the living room, Elijah hangs up the phone. “That was Dom,” he tells me with a smile, “He’s at the airport. Orli’s on his way to pick him up.”

I nod and exhale anxiously, “Maybe I shouldn’t stay. I’m not sure why but I don’t think I’m ready to see him yet.”

“You probably just regret leaving back in January-” Elijah bit his lip, immediately wishing he hadn’t said that.

“I do,” I admit, suddenly feeling very guilty about the whole situation. “If I would have stayed here, I would have a couple less things to regret.”

“What things?” he asks intently.

‘We should be sitting for this.’ I decide, silently. He follows me to the couch and sits down beside me.
“Lij…do you remember when…” I pause, physically shuddering. “he came by for a visit?”

“I will never forget that night.” The memory lit cold, vengeful, fires in his eyes. “Don’t tell me there’s more...”

I look away and nod, “Steve beat the fuck out of Joey. Just to get to get to me.”

He shakes his head furiously. “He deserves to die.”

“And I’m afraid he…” I can’t even finish but Elijah knows what I’m implying.

“Did she say anything? Did you ask her?”

“No. She probably wouldn’t want me to know because it’s my fault he came. I just have a feeling.”

He takes my hand. “Please, don’t blame yourself for this.”

I shrug.

“You can’t always go thinking the worst about everything. I mean if she didn’t say anything, I’m sure the bastard didn’t do anything to her. I mean besides hurting her.” he shakes his head again, utterly disgusted.

“Maybe not…” I trail off, unconvinced.

“Ronda,” he brings a hand to my cheek, turning my face to look at him. “Joey loves you enough to be honest with you.” He places his other hand on my stomach and looks deeply into my eyes. It becomes clear that he’s not actually reassuring me of Joey’s feelings.

“Elijah, please.” I breathe out.

“Why?! I know you know how I feel about you.”

“What’s so great about me?” I stand up. “We have a few things in common, is that it?! Love for music and acting isn’t a hard trait to find in a girl.”

“You know we have more in common than that.” He pressed.

I narrow my glance; “At least my father cares enough to contact me once in a while.”

Elijah’s eyes grow wide in shock. “What did you say?”

“Oh shit!” I gasp, covering my mouth. I pick up my purse and walk quickly towards the redeeming exit. “I’m really sorry.” I apologize and slip out the door.

I feel horrible for what I said; it was so out of line. Even despite that terrible comment, his look seemed to say he would have forgiven me immediately. That only makes me feel worse because he’s just so...nice.

I’m still leaving. I haven’t seen Sean and Christine in a while anyway. Their house isn’t close but I really don’t care right now.

Luckily, not that I notice, Dom and Orlando are passing by on the same road. They spot me and pull over. Only the passenger door opens and Dom tells Orli to go on without him. I keep walking, lost in my own world of thought.

I don’t even realize he’s walking up behind me. “Ronda? Love?” Dom catches up and lays a hand on my shoulder.

I jump, startled, but before I can scream he spins me around. “Dommie!” I smile and throw my arms around him for a long, much needed hug. I guess I really am ready to see him.

I went to his house that night so we could catch up. A lot has happened since we last spoke…

October 1, 2004

“LOST’S STAR, DOMINIC MONAGHAN TO BE A DADDY?” That was the cover story of the National Enquirer. A picture of Dom and I hugging accompanied the text. Others, in the same setting, showed us both smiling; his hand on my very pregnant belly.

“What did you tell them?” Dom asked as he throws the magazine on the coffee table in front of me.

“I didn’t tell anyone anything. You know they write out of their asses.”

“I dunno, love, they seem pretty set that I’m the father of your baby.”

“But you’re not.” I pick up the magazine and thumb through it nonchalantly. “The father is dead, and I’m all alone.”

“I don’t need this now.” Dom groans. “I’ve got my own baby to worry about.”

“What?!” My ears perk with a surprised curiosity.

“Long story…”

“Who’s the mom? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“My old co-star, Samantha.” He mumbles.

“I take it you’re not overly fond of the idea.”

“I still think you said something.” He says, quickly diverting the conversation back to the article.

“You want to know what happened, Dom?”

“Yes, Ronda, I do.”

“Someone came up to me and asked me if I knew you. I told them the truth. They noted that I was pregnant and asked if we were intimate. So, I told them it wasn’t any of their business.”

“Bullocks! You had to have said more! ‘…Sources say he’s expecting a little bundle of joy’.” He recites bitterly, by memory.

I roll my eyes, “Dom, you know they twist up and assume everything. I didn’t have to say anything at all; they got pictures of us together.”

“Oh yeah, they just happened to be around the night I came home from filming?” he shot back, sarcastically.

“‘Possibly pregnant with his child, mother-to-be is keeping her lips sealed but sources say he’s-’” I stop reading, realizing that he had already quoted the rest. “It’s right here, moron, you read it yourself! I didn’t tell them shit.”

“How do I know you didn’t call or write in anonymously?!”

I hold back my laugher. He’s acting more paranoid than I ever have!

“Ronda, why should I trust you? We hardly even know each other.”

“I know,” I say, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s so ironic that they think I’m having your baby. We never even got around to shagging.”

“Because you were being a prude. And then you went behind my back with my best friend.” he replied, coldly, obviously still angry about a lot of things.

I’ve lost interest in arguing further. Still feeling the sting of his last comment, I meet him with an equally frigid glare. “Oh, that’s what you think? You know, I’m not about to defend myself.” I get up to leave. “Lovely chat, Dom, I’m going home.”

As I walk out, I hear him mutter something about me ‘doing anything to get into the business’.

At that point, Dominic Monaghan had officially crossed the line.

yay! *applause* I'm still so in love with the last sentence. I mean the whole story is amazing but you definetly have a knack for amazing cliffhangers.
Of course I already knew that, lol...mmm live fanfic *sigh*. We ruled A&F.

OMG I want to know if Steve really...

...

KILL KILL KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ronnie! You have to update!

Please!!!!!!!

Shame on ficDom... He shouldn't blame you! Stupid press!

You need to be happy again.

Much Love,
Louise.

yay its the start lots of issues here. Poor rond stress isnt going to be good for the baby. ohh dear great chappie please post more soon

WHOA!!... someone has got it out IV Ronda.. Dom jus wants II blame all his tabloids on her.. jeez!! he's being a jerk! *runs up to Dom* ur bein a jerk!! *looks at his face* but who can stay mad at that sexy face!! *runs off* LoL!!


MissY

Louise... I just posted a couple days ago. I just need to start the first chapter of the second part now.

Fucking Dom, bloody arse!

Oh... Yeah... Take your time.

hahaha I totally miss-read that...

kind of added an " 's " to "Dom"

Oh gross. I'm a perve. But it was funny at the time. I was like, "WHAT?!" ... *reread* ... "Ohhh."

RONDA dooo something, I'm on a sugar high!

I can NOT believe he just said that!

*snooty* I don't want to have his baby. *glare*

I Love This Fic Ronda. Your An Awesome Writer.

~Chapter One~

“You see, I come straight from ‘the glove’, but knowin’ that ain’t the place for me I went south west. Now I got a new home and a better life. My whole life people ridiculed me, tellin’ me I’d never get to do what I want.”

“Hey Jess, you gonna tell them about those bitches?”

“You mean the band that never was? Stupid egotistical bitches thought they could make it so much better without me. They didn’t make it after one small try and gave up. I tried a little harder and took my time and look… it’s my turn now.” I laugh at myself, “see, I told you I couldn’t write my own raps.”

May 6, 2005

Hey everyone, did you miss me? Sorry there was such a long break. Adding becoming a mother to everything else that had just been overwhelming I decided to give up. Three months ago I went back to Detroit, feeling defeated and depressed. Luck just happened to come my way when I was taking my daughter, Alexandra Jane, for a walk. I had headphones on and was singing alone to whatever was playing when Eminem came up to me and noticed my talent.

Which brings us to today. I’m in the studio, just finished laying down the intro track to my debut album, and yes, you did hear him call me ‘Jess’, my stage name is Jessica Moffat. Em’s currently attacking my neck with kisses. As he wraps his arms around my waist I gently push him away.

As he give me a questioning look I give him a sexy pout, “you remember what I said?”

“But she’d kill us.”

“I never said that you had to tell Sabrina straight up that you’re fucking me, just there’s a possibility that you could be into someone else. Tell her that you’re a sex addict or something. Just anything so that she will be somewhat aware if she ever happens to walk in on us or something.”

“I guess,” Eminem nodded. “I’m taking this bitch to her room.” He announced and started dragging me out of the studio.

Yeah, you heard right, I’m the quaint little fuck toy of Marshall Bruce Mathers III, but before you say anything I’m not some floozy or some shit like that. We started sleeping together after I started recording the album. I know I could have easily fallen into what Dom said, but I’m beginning to believe that someone can like me for me. Marshall and I respect each other, and I can tell he actually believes in me and my talent.

Right. My talent. We can hardly keep our hands off each other as we drive to my apartment. I know this isn’t right, but I can’t help myself. The sex is great. You heard me mention Sabrina; she’s the latest addition to Quincy Jones’s J Records. Her album is dropping next week, putting her a couple months ahead of me. Her and Em met at a party a couple months before he met me and they’ve been dating ever since.

He’s got me on the couch, shirt already off when there’s a knock at my door.

“Ah shit,” I try to squirm out from under him.

“No baby just let ‘em be, they’ll leave.”

“It’s okay, it’s just Louise bringing Alex home.”

“What if it’s not?”

“I have a peephole,” I slip out from under him. I go to the door and it is my personal assistant on the other side. I open he door with a grin.

She sees that I’m in my bra and gives a knowing smile, “I think I’ve interrupted something.”

“Damn right you did, bitch.”

We roll our eyes and giggle.

“Hey Em.”

“Hey girl, what’s happenin’?” He flashes an ultra sexy smile. As bad as he can be, he’s as sweet as candy around the ones who respect him.

“Marshall,” I say in a serious tone, “what did I say about using that language in front of my daughter?”

“C’mon Ron, she’s too little to understand.”

“She’s six months old, thank you. She could start talking any day now and you know kids copy every thing.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Um,” Louise interjects in her cute British accent, “how about I watch Alex out here while you two continue in the bedroom?”

“I like the way you think, kid.”

“Right. That’s why I’m your personal assistant. Now go, this’ll be off the clock.”

“Thanks girl.” I take Em’s hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Louise is barely 18 years old. She graduated high school two years early, only six months after her family moved here from London. She’s the middle of five children, and she aspires to become an actress.

“Does anyone else know about us?” Em asked as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and pushes me onto the bed.

“If anyone does, it’s Sarah, but she’s keeping tight lipped.” Sarah is the secretary at Em’s Shady Aftermath record company.

“She’s a quiet girl. I’m sure we can trust her.” He reaches behind my back and unhooks my bra.

As he pulls away the obtrusive garment, I sigh. “Em…”

“What is it, baby?” He buries his face in my chest.

I squirm beneath him and whine, “I’m being serious, Marshall.”

He sighs and moves up my body until our eyes meet, he kisses me lightly on my lips, “you have my attention.”

I giggle as I feel his erection pressed up against my thigh, “I feel that. Anyway, this whole secrecy thing, I understand it. But what bothers me is…”

“Being the other woman?”

I nod and bite my lip.

“Do you want to stop and just end things here?”

“No. I couldn’t resist you if I tried. I just needed to get that off my chest.”

“And I certainly love your chest,” he buries his face into it again.

This is so wrong, but it’s true, I can’t resist him for anything. Sabrina is a real nice girl, and I hate doing this to her. Yeah, I’m a horrible person, but with every kiss and touch, I just seem to forget.

GASP! YOU LEFT US HANGING AFTER THAT?!

Rhonda this is so unlike you!

lol, AHHH post more soooooon!!! (That was an awesome chapter, btw!)

This girl gets to shag everyone doesnt she? But I smell trouble ahead this isn't the way to conduct relationships. But great chappie, cant wait to see where you go with this.

ME likey!! I just got caught up on everything......and wow-o!!

Can't wait for more!!!

xoxox-Amber

Great chapter! I can't wait for more beautiful! I'm not a fan of Eminem, but he's actually really sweet in this story.

*evil laughter*

I'm in it! *Snogs Ronda for her kindness*

I'm back everyone!

Love,
Louise.
xx

I'm ba-ack! And yes, the next chapter is finished. But I don't have word yet, so I cannot post. Be back later.

YAY!

I wonder how long 'later' is.

Love,
Loui.
xx

*kicks em* SON OF A BITCH! What a man whore you are! Oh well...I...um...I'M DOING CHESTER! *insert evil laughing smiley here* ahem...anyway...

Awesome fic! Sorry for not commenting earlier, i've been busy with le school *gag* but i'm here and ready for...action?

Now if you'll excuse me i'm off to see Chester!

Awesome story sweety!

Whore. Cheating on Em. *snickers*

Dude... Wake up Jos. She has the copy of the next chapter... not to mention, I'm already half-way done with the chapter after that.

I'm not just any whore! I'm a chester-whore!

Shall I kick her to wake up? Or pour cold water all over her?

*Sets up camp and waits semi patiently for the next chapter*