The American Film Institute will be screening the movie that would have marked my father’s directorial debut. They are also honoring him posthumously with a Lifetime Achievement Award, which is why I’ve invited my grandparents to attend.
Before taking our seats, we hang out in the lounge. And it’s the perfect opportunity to introduce Olivia to my Oma and Opa. Slipping from English to German, my grandparent’s native tongue becomes embarrassing after a few botched translations. My grandmother takes pity on me and assumes the role of translator.
“They have travelled from Germany to be here tonight.” I explain to Olivia.
“We are staying for two weeks with our enkel.”
“Enkel?” Olivia questions.
“Grandson,” I provide.
“We are so proud of him. His vater and mutter, would be too.”
“Opa,” I murmur, when my grandfather catches me off guard with his sentiment and by speaking English.
“It’s the truth,” he says, clapping me on the back.
“You finished your vater’s movie, kleiner wolf. You honor him by celebrating his achievements. Do not be ashamed of that.”
“I’m not ashamed, Oma. I’m just...”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Olivia asks, refocusing my thoughts.
I shrug because I don’t’ know why I didn’t share that detail with her. And I regret the hurt I see marring her gorgeous face. The documentary chronicling the day I lost my parents has been airing nonstop. And every mention of it has me reliving the loss. Twenty years to the day they were tragically killed in a plane crash. An unfortunate accident that set in motion everything leading to this moment. I don’t have time to apologize to Olivia, when Elise announces that it’s time. She escorts my grandparent and Olivia to their seats.
Standing backstage, I listen as Joel Harper Sr, memorializes my father. He gets a laugh from the audience when he says. “Theodore Wolff and Isabelle Channing falling in love on the set of my movie, Crisis Averted, was all part of my master plan for box office gold.” The joke is lame, but my lips curl in a reluctant smile. “Watching the man who would become my best friend fall in love was torture, because Theo fought his feelings for Izzy until after the movie wrapped.” Joel Sr. continues. “They married six months later and went on to make five more movies together. Including the one we’re all here to see tonight.” He pauses briefly waiting for the clapping to die down. “We all know Dorian Wolff as the son of two Hollywood legends. And we witness as he made his own path legendary. Accepting the American Film Institute Lifetime Achievement Award on behalf of his father, Theodore Wolff, please welcome Dorian Wolff.”
Walking out on the stage amid the applause and adulation, I feel an inexplicable presence surrounding me. I’m overwhelm with a sense of Déjà vu, like I’ve taken this walk before with my parents holding my hands. The noise fades away as I focus on the one thing, I know is real. Olivia sitting in the front row.
“Thank you AFI. I graciously accept the Lifetime Achievement Award on behalf of my father. It is indeed a great honor.” But I would much rather have my parents. I keep that part to myself. Continuing with the speech, I keep it short. Thanking Joel for his kind words and my grandparents for making the trip from Germany to be with me tonight. I wrap up the speech by thanking my parents for continuing to inspire me. “Let’s watch a movie,” I say to the audience before exiting the stage.
I wait until the lights are lowered to start the screening of the movie, before taking my seat next to Olivia.
“Your speech was great,” Olivia whispers. “Your parents would be so proud of you.”
Taking her hand, I lift it to my lips, silently thanking her. The movie starts and the audience goes silent. I hold Olivia’s hand throughout the film, and that simple act reassures me more than anything has in a long time. I spy my grandmother looking over at us; her smile is warm with mischief when she nudges my grandfather. The two of them seem more entertained by Olivia and me than what’s happening on the screen. My grandmother whispers something to Elise and she covers her mouth, suppressing her laughter.
“What is she up to?” I say, unintentionally voicing aloud my thought.
“Did you say something?” Olivia whispers, distracting me from my grandmother’s antics.
“Oma, is up to something.” I whisper against her ear and my lips brush against her delicate skin. Olivia lets out a deep sigh, causing her breast to rise and fall. I can’t resist the urge to place her hand on my lap, letting her feel what she does to me. Olivia gives my shaft a gentle squeeze, and my cock swells under her touch. When she removes her hand, I mourn the loss.
It's not until after the movie that I feel a sense of accomplishment. Completing my parents last project has been a labor of love, and the thunderous applause I’m finally able to share with my parents is music to my ears. But it’s Oma and Opa’s reaction that nearly brings me to my knees. The pride I see in their eyes mirrors my parent’s all those years ago.
Late night dancing at Colin’s, I celebrate with Olivia, my grandparents, Elise, Nigel and the entire Harper family. It’s well after midnight when I instruct my driver to take my grandparents back to my place. And by the time we say goodbye to everyone, Olivia and I are ready to head back to her condo.
“Did you have a good time, Sunshine?”
Olivia lift her head from my shoulder, and her sleep heavy eyes says it all. They still glow with the laughter that curls her lips.
“I had a great time.” Covering her mouth, she traps a yawn.
“Thank you for being my date tonight. It means a lot to me.”
“I’m proud to be at your side, Dorian. There is nowhere else I’d rather be.” She snuggles in close to my side as if to demonstrate a point.
The Bentley comes to a stop and I wake Olivia before climbing out. She takes my hand and I lead her up the path to her door. Olivia release my hand, and something desperate overwhelms me. The need to hold on to her. I know I’m being irrational, but I don’t want to be without her. The words climb up my throat in a hopeless rush, as if afraid of rejection.
Chapter 14
Olivia
“I DON’T WANT TO BE alone tonight.” Dorian murmurs, pinning me between the door and his muscular body. There is something in the way he says it that makes me want to hold him and never let him go.
“Then stay with me,” I offer, wrapping my arms around his neck. The weight of his body relaxes against mine for a moment before he releases me, allowing me to unlock the door.
The condo is dark when we enter, and I don’t bother turning on the light. I have only a few hours before I’m out the door again for work. Dorian follows me to the bedroom, closing the door when I begin to undress. I feel his eyes on me, watching as I remove my clothing. I’ve never allowed myself this experience until him. Until Dorian no man has ever seen me naked, no man has ever touched me the way he does, and no man has ever made me feel so much all at once. I give myself permission to revel in the attention.
“You’re beautiful,” Dorian groans. “But the fact that you are so much more than that makes you extraordinarily sexy.”
I feel my skin blush under his heated gaze. I’m sure he sees it too.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I joke, attempting to deflect my embarrassment.
Dorian’s expression becomes unreadable and I think I may have inadvertently offended him. An unwelcome silence falls between us and I take the opportunity to escape to the bathroom. I take my time removing my makeup, gathering the courage to face Dorian again.
I don’t know how long I stay in the bathroom but when I finally return to the bedroom Dorian is under the covers fast asleep. Climbing in bed with him, I try to ignore all the feelings I fought the first time he slept in my bed. Although nothing happened, I was tempted, just like now.
Giving into that temptation could bring about something I’m not sure I’m ready for. But I glide my fingers over his abdomen, tracing the line of his V cut anyway. I don'
t know what it is about this display of muscles, but it makes smart girls stupid.
Dorian’s body is a masterpiece of godly perfection and I want to worship it. The thought of bowing to him makes my empty pussy clench and unclench repeatedly. And in that moment of desperation I remember his words.
‘Anytime you want to insert something other than my dick in that sweet pussy of yours, I'm at your service.’
His crude words dance around in my head, giving me consent to take what I want from him. I fist Dorian’s cock and he swells in my grip. Covering him with my mouth, I create a deep suction with three hard pulls, and his cock slips down my throat. When his hand goes to the back of my head holding me in place, I know I have his attention once again. I keep up the pace, sucking him until his hips are grinding frantically.
“Olivia.” My name is barely a grunt, but I hear it. “I’m going to cum.”
Dorian’s hips thrust twice, his cock throbbing with every spurt. I swallow fast, trying to keep up with the load sliding down my throat. His salty cum fills my mouth as I look up at him through watery eyes. But I can see the agonizing pleasure etched across his face. Pumping my fist, I milk him of everything he has to give. And when he growls my name again, I lick him clean, causing his entire body to shudder.
My center clenches tight, at the sight of Dorian’s semi-erect cock after such an eruptive release. Before I’m tempted to take him into my mouth again, he pulls me up to his chest. His lips claim mine, as his tongue seeks entry. The word he whispers between kisses are breathless praises against my swollen lips.
Dorian rolls me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress with the weight of his body.
“Arms up.” He orders.
Of its own volition my body obeys his command, my arms reaching for the headboard. Leaning back on his haunches, I watch as Dorian grab his wallet from the nightstand, retrieving a condom. He rips the foil packet open with steady fingers before sheathing his cock. My breath hitches and I don’t know if it’s due to anticipation or apprehension. And once again I remember his words. ‘Nothing will happen that you don’t consent to.’
When he lies on top of me, pressing his cock between my slick wet folds. I try to find the words to tell him I’m not ready, but before I can voice them Dorian covers my mouth with his, kissing me so deeply my body speaks for me. Grinding against his cock, the friction builds, and all I want is to lose myself in endless pleasure. Matching my rhythm, Dorian’s cock strokes my throbbing clit. Each gasp and moan become louder as Dorian fucks me without penetrating me. The feel of our bodies molding together desperate to become one is a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A sensation I never want to end.
“Dorian...” My mind goes blank for a moment and all I’m aware of is the weight of his body anchoring me. “Feel so good.”
“It gets much better, Sunshine.” His cock twitches against my swollen nub, sending wave of pulsating heat through my body.
My hands come down to cup Dorian’s face, pushing back his unruly strands of hair. His intense gaze mirrors my pleasure. I imagine how much better it can be with him. My body clamors for release, and my lips part in desperation, ready to beg Dorian to fuck me. I want to feel him deep inside me, filling me with his sinfully delicious cock. Crushing my lips to his, seem like the best way to stop myself from pleading for something I may not be ready for. Dorian’s tongue wrestles with mind, before he sucks it hard capturing it. Grinding aggressively against me, he forces me closer to the edge. My hips rock with his, seeking the push I need to fall over.
“Come for me, Sunshine.” His command has me dragging my nails down his back and gripping his tight muscular ass cheeks. “Now!” He howls
“Dorian!” I shatter, screaming his name.
“My turn.” Dorian whispers against my ear.
Sitting back on his haunches he removes the condom and give his cock a few quick pumps.
“You make me so fucking hard.” he says, releasing his load onto my stomach, my chest, between the mounds of my breast. Spurt after spurt his semen coats my flesh down to my belly button. And when he’s done, he stares at his creation with pride. I can’t help but feel like he’s marking his territory in some way.
The intoxication of my orgasm begins to wear off and I find myself wide awake and more curious than ever to know more about Dorian. We haven’t shared much of our past. And I didn’t want to pry, but after tonight I feel like something has change between us, something I want to nurture.
“Why did you give up acting?”
When Dorian doesn’t answer immediately, I began to think he’s fallen asleep.
“I got tired of being told what to do and how to behave.”
“So, you decided to become a director instead.”
“Something like that. I retired for a while and went to film school in England.”
“Is that when...”
“Yes. I wrote, directed and produced my first independent film at the age nineteen. It made a shit load of money and the rest is history.”
Dorian’s abrupt tone interrupts me, and I take it as a sign to end the conversation. Turning away from him, I lie with my back to his front, not touching him. I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping when I’m awakened by lips brushing my ear and muffled words I don’t quite comprehend.
“When you close your eyes, dream of me. Imagine my lips press against yours, it doesn’t matter which set. Think of how deeply I’ve kissed you, how every moan I pull from you only makes me harder. Think of me thinking of you.”
“Dorian, hold me.” I plea. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight. I drift off in his embrace but I’m alone in bed when my alarm clock goes off.
Monday morning is reserved for production meetings, and Dorian usually doesn’t take part in the all-day session. But when he walks in the room all eyes immediately look his way. He looks immaculate in his tailored navy-blue suit. His long strides take him to the head of the table. Casually, he removes his jacket and tie before undoing the first couple of buttons on his crisp white shirt. The action causes the muscles in his arms to flex. My body reacts to the memory of his arms holding me, and the moan I’ve been trying to suppress escapes.
Diane, who is sitting on my left, hears it. And to my embarrassment so does everyone else in the room, including Dorian. But it’s too late to run and hide, so I own it.
“Good morning, Mr. Wolff.”
If shifting in your seat is an indication, his smirk has wet every goddamn panty in the room. He stalks toward me with the confident prowl of a man who gets what he wants. And the heat smoldering his smoky gray eyes says, ‘I only want you.’
“It was rude of me not to say good morning when I entered the room.” Dorian’s eyes stay glued to mine. “Good morning everyone.” He says, taking the empty seat on my right.
“Good morning, Mr. Wolff.” The room echoes my greeting.
Joel steals Dorian’s attention by congratulating him on the success of the movie screening. Selfishly, I miss having him all to myself, even in a crowded room.
“Have you seen the reviews?” Joel asks. “The critics are loving it.”
“You know I don’t read the reviews.” Dorian replies. “But I’m glad it’s being received so well.”
“I smell an Oscar nomination.” Joel predicts.
Dorian chuckles, “Just a nomination, not a win?”
“You can’t win them all.” Joel teases.
“How many has he won?” I whisper the question to Diane.
“Eleven. He’s won in at least one category since the debut of his first movie ten years ago.”
“That’s impressive.” I say a little in awe of the man I’m still getting to know.
“He’s quite an impressive man,” Diane agrees. “And he’s very talented too.”
We giggle like schoolgirls, crushing on the cutest guy in class.
Joel calls the meeting to order and we get down to discussing this week’s production schedule. When I won, the I Want To
Be A Celebrity Chef competition, I didn’t know much about what it takes to produce a television series. So, when I was told that the network green-lighted the pilot for A Taste of France, I thought that was the end of it. I come in, we shoot each episode and I go home. But that’s not the case, which is why Dorian is here.
“ABC has decided not to pick up A Taste of France after all” Dorian’s announcement elicits a grumbling from the room. “We’ve sent it to cable networks and so far, the feedback has been positive.”
“Are you going to stop production?” Diane asks.
“I’m not prepared to answer that question today. No decision will be made until all avenues have been explored.”
I can tell that Dorian’s response is not what they wanted to hear. However, I need to figure out how this setback affects me. I relocated because of the competition and stayed because I won. If there’s no show, do I still have a place here? My relationship with Dorian is tentative at best, and I’m not sure I want to stick around with so much uncertainty.
The meeting comes to an end and so does my workday. I make my way back to my dressing room to gather my things before heading home. Dorian is still occupied with Joel, Diane and a few others when I pass the conference room on my way to the lobby.
It feels strange walking past the security booth and not seeing Kyle. He resigned shortly after he told me about opening his own custom motorcycle shop. His is the one face I will miss, besides Dorian’s, if I move back to New York. My mind reels with the thought of leaving Los Angeles, and my heart breaks when I think of leaving Dorian.
Approaching my car after six in the evening, the parking lot is still nearly full. However, at some point the parking space next to my car became available. Dorian has made a habit of parking next to me whenever he can. On the days he’s able to walk me to my car we’ve develop a ritual of sorts. We race to our destination, his home or mine. The payoff; the loser cooks dinner. Fortunately for him, I lose quite a bit.
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