Chapter 2 Fay Darrow in Real Life

Deja's POV:

The moment my eyes landed on his sleeping figure, I felt a sharp pain that seared from the top of my left breast up to my shoulder and down to my back, stopping at my lower waist. I winced and hissed at the sudden but short pain.

I exhaled after the pain subsided and my heart was thumping really fast. I must have been so shocked, the astonishment must have made my whole body quake with tingles and thrills. I couldn't blame my body and heart for reacting this way, because this was freaking Fay Darrow. The only man that lives in my heart until I find my mate in the future. He was the only Alpha that could bring me to my knees with just a look from his icy blue eyes. The only Alpha that has the control of my heart, soul and pussy. I've been following his music since his debut days, which was about ten years ago.

I had lost my father at the age of fourteen, he was a great man, a wonderful father, a tender Alpha and a loving husband. His demise left my mother and I broken especially when our pack has always been envious of him and his riches.

It was to the point they defrauded my mourning mother and left us penniless. Making us an outsider.

But in those hard times, when I couldn't understand why life was just being so cruel to my mother and I, Fay Darrow's music came to me, he found me and helped me heal my broken heart and crushed will. He took me out of depression and helped me rise back to my feet. His music motivated me that there was always hope. It was that reason that made me finish school which definitely came with a lot of money trouble.

His music was my savior. Fay Darrow himself was my healer. He is more than just a celebrity crush, he was a mentor, a light in my darkened path, a constant reassurance that things will get better.

And this moment was proof. The proof that dreams come true. Hard work pays. And music definitely heals.

"Oh my goodness, I can't believe I'm seeing Fay in real life." I whispered to myself. The urge to scream and jump around was trying to overpower me but I chide myself to keep calm.

We can't be spooking off big daddy already. Paula and Lily will definitely transform into their wolves and take their precious time to skin me alive. Or Lily who is an intern neurosurgeon will perform a brain surgery for me to tighten my loose screws and scold my brain in the process.

"This is the best day of my life." I clasped my hand over my mouth and whispered against my palm.

It was wrong to just stand in the center of the lounge and blatantly stare at Fay but I couldn't help myself. He was too surreal to just be napping a few meters from me. This moment was so unreal that I feel like if I took my eyes off him, I'd be waking up from a sweet dream. So I just stare at the Alpha man and take my time to study his features like an important school course.

He had a dark tanned olive skin tone that listened in the low light, he's very tall and buffy. He was wearing a dull blue tight long sleeve top and a black dress pants with a matching and stylish black boot. My eyes glanced up to the perfection and utter beauty his face was just to admire this realness.

His dark curls were styled backwards making his forehead visible. I never knew I could be turned on by someone's forehead until I started stanning Fay Darrow. His forehead had its own Fandom. My eyes moved downwards to his well shaped eyebrows. And was it illegal for a man to have long eyelashes? Absolutely yes.

This man was an epitome of illegal. He embodied ethereal features that made omegas purr and slick up. And I'm trying so hard not to be captured by his whiskey Alpha's scent that had a woody and fruity note with a hint of sweet caramel. My omega wanted to rejoice in the sight of a delicious looking and smelling Alpha but I had a strong will that might soon break.

He shifted. A small sound coming from his closed lips. I was a bit anxious thinking I was about to be caught staring like a fool in love. Maybe I was, because I very much love the man sleeping before me. My thoughts moved back to his lips. Seeing them in real life in this proximity unlike at his concerts, I could see just how pillowy and luscious they looked. The cameras don't do him justice with those pictures I see online, his lips were pink and had a nice shape to it that accentuated his overall sexiness.

I can't imagine what kissing them would be like.

'No, stop thinking naughty, Deja.' I internally scolded myself.

"You know," Fay's deep and husky voice broke the silence that the room was in, making my heart jump and my body jolt from the sudden sound, "It's rude to stare at someone the way you are staring." Even though he was scolding me, I still found his voice melodious. I've listened to his music about half of my life, watched tons of his interviews and yet, it felt like it was the first time I was hearing that charm that was his voice.

How can a man be all round amazing? Just how?

"I'm sorry." I quickly apologize, my lips moving fast to talk before I could put brakes on them, "I'm Deja Stones. A very huge fan of you and your music. I've been following you since you debuted and you've been a big part of my life especially when I was down. I was just so astonished to be seeing you in real life. I've been to your concerts several times and they are always mind-blowing. I can't just believe that I'm standing before you right now." I finally found the brakes to stop myself from rapping words out continuously to be polite.

But the stupid grin on my face said otherwise.

He opened his eyes, and sat more upright against the couch. His eyes moved up and down my body, he was probably scrutinizing me but I tried to not go crazy just from his eyes movement. I wasn't the prettiest girl but I had a sexy figure that I knew men go crazy for.

And if I wasn't being too delusional, I'd say Fay Darrow was busy admiring me. But that's too far-fetched. He's a man that is surrounded by beautiful and sexy omega women in the industry. Both humans and werewolves. So who am I? Not when I was casually dressed in a blue denim jacket and pants matched with simple white sneakers.

"And who allowed you in here?" His gruffy voice asked, making shivers run down my spine at a speed light that left my palm clammy. It was a simple question but I can sense the hostility tinging it.

But Fay Darrow wasn't a hostile man. He was always smiling and gentle on camera. Even at his concerts and fan signs that I've never been lucky to attend, he is always friendly. But I could get that vibe from him right now.

"I just asked you a question, and you are supposed to give me a swift answer?" He sat up, resting away from the backrest of the couch, glaring at me. His icy blue eyes were boring holes into my skin, making me feel hot from the inside to the outside of my body.

"I am the newly employed Manager assistant of your team, Sir." I quickly answered, and settled for the idea that he might not have liked that I was in his personal space.

"And that gives you the right to come into my personal lounge without proper permission and ogle me in that manner? Are you an idiot that does not know the proper etiquette given to one's boss?" I could almost hear the growl in his voice except he wasn't growling.

And his whiskey scent was taking on strong burnt caramel notes that made me almost scrunch my nose up but I refrained from the action. That means he's displeased or angry.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was a lounge for everyone on the team. It's my first day, so I don't know much yet." I answered, feeling hurt. This wasn't how I imagined our first meeting would go.

"I'm very sure Martha gave you a tour and yet you tell me you thought this was a general lounge. You must think I'm foolish and can't see right through your intentions, uh?" He lifted himself off the couch and stood on his ten toes, his height towered me and made me feel so small.

"I'm being honest. Isabella was the one who gave me the tour and told me this was the general lounge. If I knew it was your personal lounge, I wouldn't have come in here." I explained, my heart was also breaking from what he's trying to accuse me of.

I'm not an obsessive or toxic fan, but that must be exactly what he thinks of me, especially when he is not believing my words.

"Isabella knows very well that this is my personal lounge, the one next to this is the general lounge so she wouldn't have told you otherwise. You just wanted to fulfill one of your crazy fantasies I don't indulge in." His voice was demeaning and I felt like crying. Even my omega was cowering.

Was this who Fay Darrow really is?

Or is this just a misunderstanding? And everybody in this company is having a bad morning?

"I'm not that kind of person, I–" I wanted to defend myself but he cut me off.

"That's what you all say. Nobody outrightly claims to be crazy. I'm going to let you off with a warning because Martha put in a good word for you. But if you overstep the boundaries one more time, you are going to lose your job." He eyed me, and the words in my voice box got stuck.

I couldn't talk. I couldn't continue speaking to defend my pride.

"Now, get out. You fawking omega!" He spat at me and that was when I felt my heart completely crushed. I wasn't sure if I was breathing. How can this Fay be so different from the one I've known for ten years now?

Or was it true that celebrities hide their true selves on Camera?

I hurriedly scrambled away, heading to the door before I broke into sobs in front of the Alpha that is currently crushing me.

"Deja Stones!" He called my name like it tasted disgusting on his tongue, "When you step out that door, you will see F D on my door and F D T on the next door which means Fay Darrow's Team. Never ever step in here, a lot worse could happen than you just losing your job." He warned. I nodded and quickly left the room.

Shutting the door behind me, I let out an exhilarating sigh. My eyes darted to the golden label on the door and the label on the next door and I could see the difference in letters.

But I'm super sure that Isabella only showed me one lounge and it was this one. Not the other one. I have a good memory

Was she trying to put me into trouble on my first day? Was she trying to make me lose my job? What exactly was her goal?

I sighed again as I was walking away.

Mumbling to myself, I said, "Fay Darrow is an absolutely different person. He's fooled me. He's fooled us all."