Big Bad Fake Groom: A Billionaire's Virgin Romance

by Tia Siren

  “That I’m going to be a dad. That I’m going to be with you. Telling me about your father… I know that this was just…. an accident, but you know, thinking about it, maybe it’s exactly what we need. I love you, Danielle. I do. And if I weren't already married to you, I would want to marry you.”

  Danielle grinned and threw her arms around her husband. They kissed, and she knew they would be together forever.

  *****

  THE END

  The Billionaire’s Secret Love Child – Rae’s Story

  1

  Rae Coleman couldn’t believe her luck as she walked onto the movie set. She had been waiting years for this, ever since her mother had agreed to move to Los Angeles when Rae was sixteen so she could try to get into commercials. She was a pretty girl, then at sixteen, and now at twenty-four, and she had gotten the commercials. Her skin was the dark brown color of mocha, her hair brown and kept short. Her legs stretched on for miles, and her hips were pronounced and feminine, without being large. She was pretty, beautiful even. But that’s not all you needed to make it in Hollywood.

  For one thing, she was black, and there just never seemed to be as many roles for her as there were for her white peers. Rae had lost count how many times she had lost out on a role for being “too urban.” She had never been urban, having been born and raised in an affluent Cincinnati suburb. Often at her schools, she was one of only a few black kids.

  But she kept landing commercials, and at age eighteen managed to get in a pilot, which tested poorly and never got picked up. Back to commercials she went. Her mother had gone back to Cincinnati when Rae turned nineteen, but the young girl wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t. She got a little apartment with another struggling actress, an Australian girl named Gillian, and she kept grinding, filling in the time between commercials with waitressing jobs.

  And then last year she landed the role of a lifetime. A movie. A true blue, play across the world movie.

  And not only was Casey Denning producing it, but he was also going to star in it.

  Casey was one of the most popular actors in the world. He had gotten his start as a young man in a couple of horror films, but he quickly transcended them and got the roles his talent deserved. He was forty-two now, and he was on the cover of magazines more than he was on the silver screen. Every stay at home mom loved to read about him, and needed to know who he was sleeping with, and what car he was driving, and where he ate.

  Casey was Caucasian and had salt and pepper hair, and a dimple in his broad chin. His eyes were cold and gray but expressive, and his smile could light up a room. He had been in the room when Rae had auditioned for the movie, and it made her nerves even worse than they had already been.

  He had spoken to her, sitting there with two others at a long table. A woman producer and a man. The man was directing the film. He was older than Casey, with red hair that was thinning. Rae had smiled to each of them, but her eyes kept going back to Casey.

  “You’re Rae?” he asked, looking down at a sheet with her information on it.

  “Yes sir,” she said, and Casey had laughed, an easy laugh that was full of warmth.

  “Sir? I like that!” he had said. “Unless you’re calling me that because I’m old.”

  Rae felt her cheeks burn, and she shook her head. “No, not at all!” she stuttered. Casey held a hand up and smiled at her.

  “I’m only messing with you,” he said. “Can you go through page twenty-one with me?”

  Rae nodded and lipped through the thick script she was holding. The film was a drama called When Love Speaks, and it was about an older married man who had an affair with his secretary, even as his son battled cancer at home. The man felt great guilt about the affair, but the stress of his son’s sickness had created a rift between he and his wife, and he found solace in the arms of the beautiful secretary. Rae was trying out for the role of the secretary. She had been in the waiting room with seven other girls, one of which she recognized from a number of films. There was no way she was going to get the part.

  When it was done, she had felt good about her reading. She had been to a hundred auditions, and some of them she knew she would get it, and some she knew she had messed it up, but this one, she felt she had done well, but she wasn’t sure what would happen.

  Her agent called her the next day and told her she had the part. There had been a script read through, and costume fittings, everything working in that whirlwind Hollywood way. A script could languish for years, but when the ball got rolling, you had better stay out of the way.

  She had seen Casey again at the reading of course, and he had hugged her and congratulated her. She had met her other co-stars, including Amelia Stevens, a well-known actress who was playing the wife. She had been just as kind as Casey.

  There were a number of people on the set, but not as many as Rae expected. It was her first day, and they were shooting a scene from the middle of the film, a sex scene on the office set. It was the second to last day of shooting at the set. Not many people realized they shot films out of order, depending on what sets or locations they had, and for how long. Every scene set in the office would be shot in a block of days, and then after that they would move to the next location or set. Rae wasn’t introduced in the office though, she was introduced while Casey’s character was on a business trip with her. They almost make love at their hotel, but he refrains. So though Rae was in the film for three scenes before the first sex scene, she had the unfortunate duty to film the sex scene first.

  It was unfortunate because it was the scene Rae dreaded filming the most. The idea of kissing Casey was pleasant enough, but doing it in front of twenty people scared her to her core. Not to mention the fact that he would be ripping off the tight blouse she had been fitted for, and groping her breast through her bra, and then pushing her backward onto his characters desk and climbing atop her. There would be a close up of his hand on her bare thigh, pushing her skirt up, and then the scene would be over, the rest of the juicy details left to the audience's imagination.

  The red haired director was named David Greene, and he had worked on a number of films which most people knew and loved. He made his way to Rae as soon as he saw her, stopping to point to something on the set while he told someone to move it. When he stopped in front of her he held his hand out, and she shook it.

  “Great to see you again, Rae,” he said with a smile.

  “You too, Mr. Greene,” she said.

  “It’s David!” he said, and then laughed. “Hey, I have a closed set today. I know this is your first big thing, and it’s a bit of a doozy, I know that. If I could have started with another scene I would have. But the guys tell me we have to go on this, then we have to.”

  Rae smiled and nodded. David had a Brooklyn accent, and he was animated when he spoke.

  “So we can go through it once or twice, with minimal contact, just to get the blocking down.”

  “We can go however you like,” Rae said. “Contact is fine.”

  She felt a bit more comfortable when he told her it was a closed set. That meant the only people there were people who had to be there. No extraneous crew, just someone holding the boom mic, a cameraman or two, David, and makeup and costume people. Of course Casey would be there as well.

  He stood by the desk on the set, his eyes closed and white earbuds in his ears. Rae made her way up to the desk, and started her breathing exercises. She had just closed her eyes when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and saw the impossibly handsome movie star smiling at her.

  “What a way to get to know each other, huh?” he asked, and Rae laughed.

  “I guess you could say that,” she said.

  “I don’t want to be forward, but I learned something on one of my first films, and I thought it might help you,” Casey said.

  “Okay, let me hear it,” the pretty young woman said.

  “When you have to kiss someone in a scene, you shouldn’t be kissing them for the first time. I know
we’re going to a bit of rehearsal, but David likes to be sneaky and have a camera running. Sometimes he uses the first take.”

  Rae nodded. “Well, that makes sense, I guess, to be comfortable with someone. Familiarity.”

  “So, we should kiss,” Casey said, making sure she understood. “For the role.”

  “For the role,” Rae said, and then the man was dipping his head and stepping closer to her. One of his hands went down to her hips, and the other reached up, his fingers resting lightly along her jawline. She closed her eyes inhaled deeply as their lips met. He smelt of expensive cologne, and he tasted of mint. He had just brushed his teeth, as she had as well. She wondered if he was as nervous as she was.

  The kiss was light, but it was long. Finally he pulled away, and she opened her eyes. For some reason she had expected him to have turned away, to be busying himself with something else, simply trying to prepare for the scene, but he was looking right at her.

  “Wow,” he said.

  “Wow,” Rae agreed.

  “Alright you two, ready?” David called, and Rae jumped. For a moment she had somehow forgotten where she was, even though there were three bright lights directed at her. They dimmed now, and the set was filled with blue, a pretty good approximation of moonlight coming in through the large window of the office, with the fake city background behind it. Rae knew it would look exactly like they were in a high rise office building on film, but it was a little bit ridiculous to be standing on a set in a large warehouse with girders running across the ceiling.

  “Sure,” Casey called, and Rae turned to find her spot. She could be knocking on the open door, and they had a bit of dialogue before she entered and they began to kiss. A cameraman was set up just outside the set, and another with a camera on his shoulder entered the set and stood a bit behind Casey.

  A young woman came up with a clapboard and held it in front of the main camera. “Scene seventeen, take one,” she said, and clapped the board together.

  “Sound. Rolling. Action,” David said.

  Rae knocked on the door, and they began. David stopped them three times before they got to the part where they kissed, but on the fourth they must have given him what he wanted, because he let it continue. She stepped in. Casey said his last line, and she replied with hers, and then they were kissing again.

  This kiss was deeper than the one they had shared before they started. Their tongues met, something that rarely happened in film, but here it felt natural, and Rae welcomed it. He tasted of mint as well, toothpaste and floss. Casey’s hands were strong upon her, and he ripped open her shirt, and then his hand was groping her, and she felt her nipple harden against the material of her bra and his palm. He pushed her slightly backwards and went with her, still kissing her. His hand went on her thigh, pushed her skirt up. They still kissed. Somewhere someone was saying something, but Rae was lost in a world of ecstasy.

  Finally, Casey broke the kiss and got up off of her and the desk. “Woah,” he said to her as he offered her his hand. Rae took it and stood. “Sorry about that.”

  “I called cut about fifteen times,” David said, and Rae looked to him. He was sitting next to a small bank of monitors, where he could watch what the cameras saw.

  “That’s my fault,” Casey said.

  “Do yourself a favor Rae, don’t be pulled into this guys world of tabloids,” David said with a laugh. Rae knew what he was referring to, Casey never seemed to settle on a lady for long, and each new one was splashed across the pages of Us Weekly alongside him.

  “Hey, there’s fancy yachts and trips around the world that come with that tabloid stuff,” Casey said to the young woman with a grin and a wink. She smiled.

  “I’m sold then,” Rae said.

  “I give up,” David said with a laugh. “Let’s go again from the top.”

  The scene wore on for some time, and when David finally called cut for the last time, Rae was tired and anxious to get out of her uncomfortable heels. Casey had one more scene to shoot on the set, a short transition, but she was done for the day. A black sedan drove her back to the hotel the cast and crew were staying at. They were shooting in Toronto, a popular city for such things, and Rae had never been there, so she was anxious to see the city, but all she wanted to do right then was take a hot bath, and climb into bed.

  Her room was large but not luxurious, and as she filled the tub with steaming hot water she found herself wondering what kind of room Casey was getting, or even Amelia’s room. They were both stars, surely they had whole floors to themselves.

  Still, the room was nicer than anything she could afford herself, and she even had a little plastic card which would bill any room service to the film company. She had gone from a commercial every few months to the big times, and she couldn’t be happier.

  She undressed and sank into the water, and it was so relaxing she closed her eyes and laid back. She found herself thinking about Casey, thinking about the way he had kissed her. She felt a longing inside her, settled between her legs, and she reached down there, sliding her fingers along her slit, the pad of her index finding her clit, and she kept her eyes closed and her mind on Casey and his lips on hers as she brought herself to orgasm.

  Afterward, she got out of the hot tub and dried off before pulling on the thick terry cloth robe that lay hanging on the back of her door. She went out into the living area of the room and thought about ordering some dinner when there was a knock on her door. She wondered who it could be as she tied the robe’s sash around her waist and went to answer it.

  Rae opened the door and was surprised to see Casey standing there.

  “Oh, hi,” she said.

  “I have to kiss you again,” the older man said, and then he was stepping inside, and doing just that.

  2

  Rae didn’t resist. Casey pushed his lips to hers and she let him. He still tasted of his mint toothpaste, but now there was something else there. Something fruity, like wine. His pressed against her pursed lips, and she parted them, and his tongue felt like velvet as it danced along with hers. He pushed her back inside her room, and the door swung shut and closed on its own. Casey kissed her once more deeply and then pulled away.

  “Is this okay?” he asked.

  Rae didn’t answer him, she just slid her arms around him and pulled him close, standing on the tip of her toes to kiss him again. He pressed his body against hers, and she could feel his hard cock pushed against the bottom of her stomach. She had just masturbated in the bath, but here the man himself was, and she felt the warmth growing in her loins, ready for the real thing.

  “The bed,” she moaned against his mouth, and then she was pulling him there. He didn’t resist, and when the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, she turned and pushed him down. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and she didn’t waste time. She climbed half on top of him and pushed his shirt up. She kissed his stomach as she undid the button on his pants, and then unzipped the fly. She looked up to him, and he was propped up on his knees, looking down at her.

  “Have you ever had a black woman suck your cock?” she asked, and the movie star shook his head. Rae grinned, and reached in through his fly and then the flap of his boxers to pull his throbbing member out. It was large, not the biggest she had been with, but absolutely the thickest. Of course even his cock looked good, Casey had to be the luckiest guy in the universe. Good looking movie star with a good looking dick.

  As he watched, Rae lowered her head and teased him, the tip of her tongue licking along the tip of his cock. She tasted his precum, her tongue running over a fat drop of the translucent liquid that had squeezed out of his penis. Then she ran her tongue down the shaft, the sensitive underside, and the got some joy out of the way Casey moaned and squirmed beneath her. She stopped then, sitting back on her haunches and undoing the belt at her waist. She then opened her robe and slid it off her shoulders, and she let the man look her over. She had big tits, with big brown nipples that jut out in the heat of the moment. Her
pussy was shaved, save for a small strip leading down to the slit between her legs.

  Casey started to sit up, reached for her, but she shoved him back.

  “Let me take care of you,” she said, and then laughed. “I’m sure you're used to that.”

  Casey didn’t say anything, he just lay back and watched as she bent again, this time taking his shaft into her mouth. He lips felt like heaven, or the closest Casey would ever get as she slid them up and down his cock. She went down until the head of his member pushed against the back of her throat, and then she went down more, letting her lips touch the base of his cock, her bottom lip resting on his ball sack. And then back up she would go until only the head of his cock was in her mouth. She did this a few more times, using one hand to squeeze and grope his testicles.

  He couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up and took her by the shoulders, pulling his away from her and throwing her next to him on the bed. She thought he was going to fuck her, but he surprised her by standing up and pulling his clothes off, and then climbing atop of her, but so his cock was positioned between her breasts.

  “I have to fuck these tits,” Casey breathed, and Rae smiled as she used her hands to push them together.

  Casey’s dick was wet with her saliva, and it easily slid between her luscious breasts. She bent her head and opened her mouth, so that when he was at the top most point of his thrust the head of his cock pushed between her lips and sat for a moment on her tongue. Then he was pulling his hips back, and his cock slid away from her mouth.

  “Fuck,” Casey groaned.

  “You tit fuck all of your new co-stars?” Rae purred.

  “Just the beautiful ones,” Casey said.

  “Aren’t they all beautiful?”

  Casey laughed and winked, and then he was pulling away from her. He bent over her, pressing his lips against hers roughly. He reached up to her fashionably frizzy hair, and got a good grip, tightening a fist around some of her locks. He pulled her head to the side, and she ran her fingers across her back as his mouth went to her neck, where he kissed and nibbled.