Broken Star

Chapter 1 Lynn rushed on to the outstretched balcony and into the coolness of the night air. Her hands clung to the cold metal railing as she focused on the sea, watching the strong ocean waves crashing along the darkened beach. The lingering smell of salt hung in the balmy atmosphere. She carelessly kicked off her strappy red stilettos, leaving the expensive shoes where they’d fallen. The whole world felt like it was closing in around her and she was powerless to put a stop to all the chaotic drama that consumed her life. Long, slender legs carried her swiftly towards the tranquility of the sandy beach. Her bare toes sunk into the wet sand and her clingy dress slipped higher onto her thighs with each step. Wouldn’t the tabloids love to see me now, she thought with a snort. Lynn Feoras; adored, worshipped, and desired by millions. With diamond-certified CD sales, a New York Times best seller, and the ‘Entertainer of the Year’ Grammy trophy situated on her fireplace back in Manhattan, she had it all. Her fans numbered in the millions, possibly even higher, she truly had no idea. What Lynn did know was the fact she had acquired over two million twitter followers since her Grammy win. The fans wanted to date and marry her, haters envied her and threatened her life, and at this very moment; she wished she were anyone but Lynn Feoras. Her recent tour schedule had been grueling, spanning a period of ten straight months without a single break. On top of that she had agreed to numerous book signings for her bestselling hit, “Bright Lights and Murderous Flights.” She’d worked on the book during what little free time she had while rolling down the road in her home on wheels. It was a novel about the CEO of a major corporation who had been the subject of a professional hit in the middle of a twelve hour flight to London. Ironically enough, the book idea had surfaced while she was a thousand feet in the air and headed to Los Angeles, a chilling correlation. Lynn’s hand pressed against her chest and she gasped once more for air. Her heart still raced from the adrenaline from the show earlier—it was like a vigorous workout. Waves crashed around her bare feet, covering her tingling toes with warm wetness. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back when a slight breeze blew against her flushed cheeks. Her wavy brown hair fluttered in the wind, batting each side of her face with the wispy stray strands. Moonlight glistened against her deeply tanned skin, her slender silhouette reflected in the shifting waters. A hand touched her bare shoulder and she gasped, startled. Her eyes flicked open and she turned so fast her legs wobbled from the sudden change in position. Before her stood a petite woman with light blonde hair tied into a sleek ponytail. Lynn stiffened when she saw the police uniform. She stepped backwards, and an unexpected rush of excitement energized her exhausted body. It was the uniform—a woman in uniform had always been her weakness. She entertained the idea of being arrested with amusement. Submission was not usually Lynn’s style, although she would make an exception with an officer of the law. The thought alone was enough to make her weary body tingle with anticipation. She stared at the smaller woman and cautiously stepped closer. The aroma of play dough and lavender lingered around the officer. She nearly laughed when the thought of play dough occurred to her. What an association to make from the woman’s scent. It took her a moment to realize she was being spoken to. “Excuse me?” “I said,” the officer emphasized, “are you alright?” “I’m fine,” Lynn replied and she wrapped her arms around her body when a chilly wind blew across the empty beach. Her scanty dress did little to shield her bare legs and arms. Goosebumps danced along her flesh. “Fine? Well, there’s no doubt you’re fine,” the officer said, giving her the once-over. “However, you don’t look fine.” Lynn backed away, tilting her head as she stared at the officer. Lynn was accustomed to gorgeous women flirting with her on a daily basis, but not police officers, and certainly not a police officer on a deserted beach in the middle of the night. “It’s not against the law to be out here at night. What are you going to do, arrest me?” Lynn’s lips curved into a seductive grin as she stood up straight, making sure her cleavage was noticeable and in the direct line of view to the officer. “No, but it’s also not safe out here.” The officer narrowed her eyes, glancing over Lynn’s barely-there red dress. “Especially not when you’re dressed like a jezebel,” she stated. Lynn’s mouth flew open and she backed away, appalled that she had been flirting with this atrocious woman. Her eyes narrowed with annoyance as her hands went to her hips and a loud huff escaped her lips. “You should mind your own damn business. Do you have any idea who I am, Blondie?” “Yeah,” the petite officer replied angrily. Her icy blue eyes flickered with irritation in the glow from the moon. “You’re Lynn Feoras, celebrity diva extraordinaire, so I’ve heard. And no, I am not impressed.” Lynn rolled her eyes and frowned at the blonde as a slew of curse words flooded her mind. “That beach house behind you happens to be mine and I can come outside anytime I please.” Stepping closer, Lynn pursed her lips. Her five foot nine frame towered over the smaller built officer. “Now why don’t you get lost, Officer?” “So, let me get this straight.” The officer tapped her finger against her lips with a coy expression. “You don’t care that there’s been a rash of rapes the past several weeks? So what, you’re going to willingly spread your legs and put out for the man if he shows up?” “I—” Lynn gaped. “Rapes! Here?” she managed to croak out. Her voice faded and her shoulders slumped. “Yes,” the officer replied with a nod. “Rapes and murders to be exact,” she added. “I had no idea,” Lynn said in a diminutive voice. “I figured that much. Why do you think the beach is empty? We’ve issued curfews and warnings. I was doing patrol and I saw you standing here. I recognized you and I knew since you were not from here, you probably had no idea. Now, would you like for me to escort you back to your home, or do you want to stay out here all by yourself?” Crossing her arms, the officer’s brows furrowed with impatience. “No,” Lynn replied quickly. “I mean yes. Yes, I would very much like it if you escorted me back home.” She and the officer walked in silence as they closed the distance between the water and her beach house. Even though it was a short distance, the walk seemed endless to Lynn. She had behaved like a complete i***t with her abrupt actions and hateful tone. Lynn didn’t usually act so rashly, but lately it was almost like she was not even herself. Once they had finally reached the front porch, Lynn turned to face the straight-faced officer. “Thanks.” “No need. I was just doing my job,” the officer said. “Lock your doors, Ms. Feoras.” Lynn shivered when a warm rush spread to her thighs as the officer walked away. Dark blue jeans revealed a curvaceous bottom that spread out nicely in the back of Officer Hotness’s jeans. For the first time, she noticed how far down her back the beautiful hair hung. The flowing blonde ponytail hung to the center of the officer’s back and twisted into a tiny twirl at the tip. Not only did Lynn have a weakness for cops, she also had a weakness for blondes. She nearly laughed out loud when she realized what a walking cliché she truly was. “Wait, I didn’t catch your name.” “Alexis,” the officer replied as she continued to walk towards the darkness, never once looking back. Lynn watched until Alexis had disappeared into the shadows before slinking inside her house with a frustrated sigh. She fell against the door and slid down until her butt met the hard wood floor with a thud. Her head felt fuzzy and her body still wobbly. She slipped a hand between her thighs and brushed her fingers over the wet panties that clung to her crotch. Her head lolled back as her finger slipped inside for desperate relief. “Yes,” she mumbled. Her mouth parted and primal sounds escaped her lips when she plunged another finger inside and rubbed her throbbing clit with her thumb. “f**k,” she cried when the image of the blonde officer crept slowly into her conscious mind. Her free hand moved to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh. Lynn shivered as a gush trickled over her fingers. Her body trembled and beads of sweat popped out across her forehead as she opened her eyes and looked around. She could not recall when she had ever reached an orgasm so quickly. She could only imagine how pathetic she would have looked if anyone had of walked into the house. Her hand between her legs, dress half off with her breasts hanging out, and barely able to breathe. “Damn it, Lynn. Get a hold of yourself.” The past few months had taken a toll on her. At one time, Lynn had been a bubbly beauty, full of life and oblivious to the harshness of the world. Now she was oblivious to happiness. To an outsider it must have looked like Lynn had everything; four houses, six cars, and a massive bank balance. For Lynn, it was all a trap. A trap that had robbed her of what little innocence she had left after her maddening childhood. The childhood that had left her bitter, angry, and afraid to allow anyone to get close enough to hurt her. Closing her eyes, she pulled her wobbly knees against her chest and started to cry.