Groupie

***The Final Book To: His Number One Fan*** Someone is f*ckin' with me. On a daily basis, Wildfire received thousands of fan mail. It didn't matter where we were, our management found a way to get it to us no matter how out of date a letter was. Fans poured out their love and support of our music in these letters, and some sent a little extra such as a naked picture, panties, and the list goes on. Just the usual, right? But lately, I was receiving letters, written in red lipstick, from someone who supposedly was from my past. They said they wanted me in every way imaginable to themselves, and anyone that tried to get in the way would be dealt with. Sh*t! I'm getting irritated just thinking about the letters that would say: I love you Mason I'm your #1 Fan That b*tch doesn't deserve you. There were others that also got out of hand to a point that I had to talk to the authorities about them, and all they can tell me is to ignore the mail, that there's nothing they can do since this groupie hasn't physically harmed me. They told me to just be aware of my surroundings, and that this is what fame is all about. That this is what I signed up for- becoming one of the most sought out singers in rock, and it'll all blow over. They were taking this sh*t as a joke. What if this groupie took it too far and to another level where it's too late to be stopped? Basically, this sh*t boiled down to me or someone I loved getting hurt before anything could be done. I couldn't let that happen. ***This story contains mature themes, including sexual assault.*** **Interracial Romance- BW/WM**