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lala1267 · 11 months

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Bow down bitches (part3)

Summary: You were on tour with Elvis, but Jerry was getting too comfortable.

I sat on the couch with Elvis and my daughter. Elvis was holding Jasmine, playing with her and admiring her. Her giggles made a light gleam in my heart. Looking at Elvis, playing with my child was the best sight to see. He would be such a good dad. I was 20 years old, and I already had a baby. I knew this journey was going to be hard, but I would do anything for my beautiful daughter. Elvis looked at me with Jasmine in his hands.

"You have a beautiful daughter. Takes after her mother." He said as he played with her curls. I smiled before replying.

"Well, I think we know that." I said sarcastically. We both laughed. I was getting a strong feeling of deja vu. I felt his warm soul radiate of him like when we first met. I remembered when we first kissed, it felt like heaven. He continued to play and giggle with my daughter. My heart was warm just watching it.

"You know I will always be here if ya need me. I can take good care of ya." He said as he turned to look at me with his piercing blue eyes yet again. I moved closer to him so that I we were touching shoulders.

"I know you will. You're a good man, Elvis." I said before placing a kiss on his cheek without thinking twice. He just giggled before placing a peck on my daughters cheek.

"I wanna take ya on tour with me, I think you will like it." He said as he batted his long eyelashes. I didn't hesitate to say,

"Yes, I would love to." I said eagerly.

Before I knew it I was packing a bag of clothes and essentials for tour. All of the clothes that I packed were ones that Elvis had brought me. Ever since i began to stay at his house, he would spoil me like a child. I didn't complain, though. Once I was done, I passed the bag to one of Elvis's assistants. I picked up Jasmine and placed a kiss on her button nose.

"Honey, we have to leave now." Elvis shouted from the bottom of the stairs. I smiled as I headed down to him. I reached the bottom of the stairs, and I was met with Elvis. He had a big smile on his face.

"I love seeing ya with your daughter, it makes me smile." He said sweetly. I stepped towards him and planted my lips onto his. I didn't know why I did it, I just did. We weren't even toughether, but there was definitely a spark between us. I pulled away, and we headed to the car. He opened the door for me, I got in, and he followed behind me, grabbing my hips slightly. I sat Jasmine on my lap and tied her curly hair up. She was only one year old, and her hair was shoulder length. She had light brown, luscious curls. Elvis watched me do her hair with a grin on his handsome face.

"I love her hair, it's nice to see a mixed race child." I just smiled at his comment as I continued to do her hair.

We soon arrived and I could already see the paparazzi. My heart pounded faster, and I gripped my daughter tightly. I looked at Elvis with a worried expression on my face.

"Elvis, I can't go out there. All of the shouting and flashing will be too much for Jasmine." Elvis looked at me and then at Jasmine, who was curiously trying to look out of the tinted window.

"Hmm, take this and put it over her head. She won't be able to see all of the flashes." He said as he handed me a black handkerchief from his pocket. I put it over my daughters head and exited the vehicle with Elvis by my side. He grabbed onto Jasmine and me tightly and rushed us inside. Cameras were flashing, and fans were shouting. Once we were inside, I let out a sigh of relief. I took the handkerchief off my daughters head. She had a cute smile on her face, I was glad that she wasn't fazed by the fans and paparazzi. Elvis walked up behind me and slightly squeezed Jasmine's cheek.

"See, happy as ever." He said with a little giggle. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he inched closer to kiss my cheek. Just his touch made me so happy.

A group of men, known as the Memphis Mafia, walked over to us. Their eyes widened, and eyebrows furrowed as they looked at me, with a baby in my arms. Elvis was quick to speak.

"Don't worry, boys, i ain't a father yet." He said with a slight giggle. The boys laughed before talking amongst themselves. Once all the attention was away from me, Elvis leaned down towards my ear and whispered.

"But I wish I was." I turned my head to look up at his smug face before planting my pink lips on his once more.

A group of professional looking men walked over to me, Elvis, and the Memphis Mafia.

"Elvis, the show starts in thirty minutes. Your dressing room is backstage, and your outfit is already in there." One of them said confidently. Elvis nodded before grabbing my free hand and escorting me and Jasmine backstage. We walked into through the tall door that had Elvis's name on. It was quite small and had just one bench to sit on. I placed myself on the wooden bench as Elvis walked over to his costume. He picked it up and showed it off to me. It was pure white and was studded with red, blue, and yellow diamonds. It also came with a rather large belt that was also covered in diamonds. He stepped behind the curtains. He walked back out with the jaw-dropping outfit, fitted to his body perfectly. It exentuated his small waist and flared at the bottom of his long legs. His broad shoulders looked strong and big. Everything about this man made me want to scream. Jasmine was sat in my lap, giggling and smiling as usual. Elvis stepped closer to me.

"Do ya like it?" He asked in curiosity. I smiled.

"Like it? I love it!" I said. He bent down to place a kiss on my cheek. Jasmine reached her small, chubby hand out to play with the diamonds on Elvis's expensive suit. As he stood back up, he looked down at Jasmine whilst giggling.

"I think Jasmine likes your outfit too." I said cheerfully before placing a kiss on Jasmine's rosy cheek. He just laughed like a child before stating,

"Well, the show is about to start. I've got you a private seating area, it's away from all the noise so that Jasmine won't cry. Is that ok with you?" He asked as he raised his brows.

"Yes, that's fine, but will I still be able to see you perform?"

"Of course ya will, honey."

Just then, a man walked into the room and laid his eyes on me.

"Natalya, I'm here to escort you to your seat." He said with a smile. I simply nodded and followed him as I blew a kiss to Elvis on my way out. He led me to the area, and Elvis was right. It was settled and quiet. I sat down, and the Memphis Mafia sat next to me. I placed Jasmine on my lap and grabbed the baby milk bottle that was sat on the marble table in front of me, just for Jasmine. I placed it in Jasmine's mouth, and she began to drink. And the show had also begun. Elvis was singing and dancing like a mad man, but it was so sexy. I was still feeding Jasmine when I felt one of the members of the Memphis Mafia, Jerry, move closer to me. He placed his hand on my back and rubbed slow, tender circles onto it. I tried to ignore it, but soon he was playing with my long black hair and caressing my pink cheek. He whispered seductively into my ear.

"I can put another baby in ya, I bet you would like that." His breath smelt of liquor, and his hand was moving down towards my breasts. This man was crazy, he was all over me whilst I had a baby in my hands. I looked at him with a disgusted look as I turned away from him. I held Jasmine tight.

"Don't go all cold on me baby, I know you want me." His cold voice said to me. His voice made me physically ill. His hands traced down my hips and waist. This was getting out of hand. I turned to face him.

"Get your dirty fucking hands off me." I said whilst raising my voice slightly. He just giggled.

"I like my women when they are angry." He said with a smug look on his rodent face. I quickly picked Jasmine up so that she was secure in my hands. I got up and looked at Jerry with furious eyes.

"Just wait till Elvis hears about this!". I said before angrily storming off into the backstage corridor. Little did i know, Elvis was watching this all play out, and he was going to stop this. Jerry followed behind me. I stopped In the hallway as I felt Jerry's hand in my shoulder.

"Come on baby, don't be like this."

"Don't call me that." I said coldly as I turned to face him, with my baby still in my arms.

"Elvis doesn't have to know. Either way, you're going to do what I say." He said as his face dropped. His cold gaze sent chills down my spine.

"She won't be fucking doing anything you say." a deep voice called from the hallway. It was Elvis. He ran to Jerry, and before I knew it, Jerry was on the floor getting strong blows to the face. Elvis nuckles were red, and so was Jerry's now bloody nose. I just stood there, watching in shock. Once he was done, he got up and stepped closer to me.

"I'm so sorry baby, he won't be seen near me or you ever again." Elvis said in his deep breathless voice. He looked at Jasmine, in my arms with soft eyes. He kissed her cheek, then mine. I just smiled as I looked into his blue eyes. Jerry was on the floor, bloody nose and unconscious. Elvis and I were loving eachover, this felt like a movie. I felt safe and protected around Elvis. I knew that he would go to extreme lengths just to keep me safe. He would cause disaster just for me. I was the queen of disaster.

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lala1267 · 11 months

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Bow down bitches (last part)

Summary: Just Elvis and the reader being in love.

Note: it's a small chapter, ngl.

Elvis had ended his show early just to stop Jerry from pursuing his evil antics. He loved me and my baby. Even though Jasmime was a different colour, race, and ethnicity, he still did everything to protect her.

Whilst Jerry was on the floor, unconscious. Elvis was comforting me, who had a baby in my arms. I was still in a state of shock and fear, but Elvis's sweet voice grounded me.

"Calm down, honey, I'm here." He said whilst he took Jasmine out of my arms. He held her tight and bounced up and down. She began to fall asleep in his large arms. He let go of her with one hand and grabbed my shaky hand. He led me out of the building and into his car. He said to the driver.

"Garceland." The driver started the car, and we were off. Elvis had Jasmine in his lap whilst one of his hands held onto my thigh. I loved him dearly even though we weren't even dating. I was just wishing for the day where he would ask me to be his wife. I had dreams about how romantic our wedding would be. I was snapped out of my fantasy when the car door opened, we were here. I held onto Elvis's hand as I stepped out of the vehicle. We made our way inside and into the bedroom. He placed Jasmine on the bed and began to change her clothes. He put her in a lovely pink onsie. She looked so cute and adorable. He picked her up and turned to me.

"Close your eyes, honey. I have a surprise for you." I instantly complied with a smile on my face. I felt his hand wrap around mine before he led me to the corner of the room. I didn't even see that there was a whole corner dedicated to Jasmine since the lights were turned off. It had pink unicorn stickers on the walls, a large pink crib sat there with fairy lights wrapped around it yet to be turned on. Even though it was just the corner it was still a lot of space. My eyes widened as they landed on the suprise. A large smile appeared on my face as I looked up to Elvis.

"Oh my god, Jasmine will love this!" I said excitedly. I took Jamine out of Elvis's arms and held onto her before walking over to the crib. I pointed to the crib so that she could take a look. A bright smile rose on her cute face, followed by small giggles. I placed a kiss on her forehead before turning around to Elvis.

"Thankyou so much, Elvis." He just giggled.

"I'm planning on making the store room into her own little room. This is just temporary."

"Oh, I love you so much." I said as i placed Jasmine in her crib before running into Elvis's arms like an excited child.

"I love you too, girlfriend." He said as he looked down at me. I pulled away before making a sarcastic comment.

"Oh, so after all of these months now you wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Oh shush." He said sarcastically as he giggled. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me like his life depended on it. It was romantic and meaningful. He pulled away to tuck a stray hair behind my ear.

"You've always been my girl, and you always will." He said.

"And you will always be my boy, my sweet boy." I said as I brushed my fingers against his pink soft lips.

It was time for bed. I was in the bathroom, taking my makeup off whilst Elvis was in the shower. The room was steamy and hot. Elvis's head poked out of the top of the shower curtain.

"Honey, will ya pass me the sponge." He asked politely.

"Ok." I replied as I grabbed it off the counter. I walked over to him. He stook his hand out of the side of the curtain. I was about to pass it to him when I had an idea. I put on my best puppy eyes and looked at him innocently. He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"What now?"

"Can I shower with you?" He smiled before replying.

"Hmm, let me think." He spent a couple seconds in silence as he was 'thinking'. I was growing impatient so I rolled my eyes and stripped off.

"I take that as a yes." I said once I was fully naked. He just giggled as I stepped in the hot shower.

"Why the hell do you have it this hot?!" I said, slightly raising my voice as the hot water met my skin. He bent down next to me to adjust the temperature. The water cooled slightly. I smiled as I finally passed him the sponge.

"Can you scrub my back for me, doll?" He said as he passed the sponge back to me.

"Hmm, let me think." I said as I tried to hide my laughter. He handed me a bar of soap. I rubbed the soap onto the sponge until it was bubbly in my hand. He turned away from me so that I could wash him. I gently scrubbed his back. Once his back was all bubbly, I began to draw a flower onto his back.

"What are ya doing?" He asked.

"Guess what I'm drawing." I said as I continued to draw.

"Hmm, a flower?"

"What. How did you get it so fast?"

"A magician never tells his secrets." He said as he turned to face me.

"Oh please, you, a magician?" I said as I rolled my eyes. He laughed as he took the sponge put of my hands.

"Your turn." He said as he urged me to turn around. He rubbed the bubbles onto my back and began to draw. I had no idea what he was drawing, so I just guessed.

"Uhm, a leaf?"

"You're bad at this game." He said. I quickly turned around with an offended look on my face.

"Don't be rude."

"I was just saying." He said whilst giggling.

"Anyway, it's my turn to be in the water. Excuse me." I said as I tried to get past him to reach the shower head. He stopped me.

"Let me wash you first."

"You just did." I said with a confused expression.

"Not your whole body." A smirk appeared on both of our faces. He took the sponge and rubbed it all other my perfect body. He scrubbed all of my tender curves. He moved up to my hair to wash it. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed it into my black hair. Little did I know that this was a strong shampoo. He rubbed it into my long hair and massaged my scalp. I closed my eyes as it felt so good. I felt his hands wrap around my wet body. He hugged me from behind whilst placing kisses along my shoulder.

"Ok, you can wash it off now." He said as I opened my eyes. I just nodded as I stepped into the waterfall. The drops of water hit my body, making it shimmer and glisten. I opened my eyelids to see Elvis's eyes wide In shock.

"What." I said.

"Uhm, your hair." I instantly lifted my hand up to feel my hair. It didn't feel any different. I removed my hand and it was covered in black hair die. I looked down to see the water wich was now a dark grey/black. I looked back up at Elvis.

"What shampoo did you use?"

"I don't know, It said that it was strong."

"That's the thing, it's too strong." I said as I touched my now blonde hair. This blonde hair held so many memories. It was beautiful, though. Elvis's hand travelled to my long golden hair.

"I like it blonde, it looks so pretty." A smile rose on my face when I heard his kind words. If Elvis liked it, then it was staying that way. I turned around to turn the shower off. Elvis opened the shower curtains and stepped out. He took a towel and wrapped it around my body. He also got one for himself. He carried me into the bedroom, bridal style. He playfully threw me onto the lavish bed as giggles escaped my mouth.

"Shhhh, Jasmine is sleeping." He said as he looked at baby Jasmine. He walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed one of his shirts and and some panties. He handed them to me.

"Your pidgamas." He said as he dried off. I slipped them on. His t-shirt smelt of his cologne. I got into the bed whilst he put his underwear on. He got into the bed next to me and wrapped his big arms around me. I felt cosy and warm. He whispered into my ear.

"I will always love you, honey."

"I will forever love you too." I said as I felt his lips place kissed on my neck and face. From that day forward, I was madly in love.

2 years later

Jasmine was two years old, and I was back in the modelling business. I was slim and pretty again. Me and Elvis were still happier than ever. I had gotten everything I wanted in life. I was making thousands of dollars a week and was living my best life with Elvis, my fiancé.

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