Mr. Hollywood

by Tracy Tegan

  I guess I really couldn’t do that either. I have a book coming out soon and then maybe a movie about my book, depending on how the meeting with Grayson’s production company went. At the very least I would need to be here to promote the book.

  Now the question was, did I want to stay with Grayson? I could go back to the apartment. The rent was paid up for at least another few months.

  Did I really want to leave Grayson though? I loved him. I knew that for sure. Just the thought of not seeing him hurt. Could I build a life without him? Life would be easier without the glare of the spotlight, but then again, it would mean a life without Grayson.

  I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up, then I fell to my knees crying. No, Grayson was most definitely not someone I could live without.

  I can’t be the victim anymore. I’m not going to let them win. I’m not going to let anyone, especially those three assholes come between me and Grayson. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I couldn’t imagine spending a day without him, let alone the rest of my life. What kind of life would it be without him?

  I went to my meeting with a newfound confidence. Although I was sad that Grayson wasn’t there, we still got a lot accomplished. After the meeting was over, I had my security team rush me back home, but not because I was scared. This time I wanted to get home because I had something important to do. Grayson and I hadn’t been intimate since this whole kidnapping ordeal started and that was about to change.

  I went through all of the sexy clothes I bought the day I was attacked, trying to find the best outfit to wear. When I found the school girl’s outfit, I knew that was the one I wanted to wear.

  After getting ready I texted Grayson and told him to come upstairs as soon as he got home.

  “I’m just pulling in. Is everything okay?” He asked.

  “Just meet me upstairs.”

  Less than a minute later I could hear him coming up the stairs. He flung the door open with a big smile on his face.

  “Hey babe. How did your meeting ….”

  He took one look at me and froze. He stood there staring at me with his mouth open wide.

  “I was trying to find something to wear to your next movie premiere. What do you think of this outfit?” I asked as I spun around so he could get a better look at me in the itsy-bitsy school girl get-up.

  “Oh hell no,” he growled as he scooped me up in his arms. “Nobody better ever see you in an outfit like this.”

  I giggled as he threw me on the bed.

  I sat up on my knees, undid his zipper, and grabbed a hold of his cock. It was already hard for me when I put it in my mouth and started to suck on it. It got harder in my mouth and he started groaning.

  He gasped as I licked him. His stomach tightening as I laved the silky, salty length of his shaft from base to tip. I swirled my tongue around his sensitive head and then cupped his balls in my hand.

  He began rocking his hips back and forth as I sucked on his cock. I went down, inch by inch, sucking until he was pushing against the back of my throat. I was about to gag so I pulled back and then took him in my mouth again.

  He looked down at me and smiled.

  “You’re killing me.”

  I pulled back and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, wanting it gone. I wanted all of his clothes off and he gave me what I asked for.

  When he was fully naked I turned to him with a smile.

  “I want to watch you play with it.”

  I didn’t have to ask him twice. His hand clamped around his fully erect penis and he started masturbating for me, moving his hand slowly, up and down his shaft. I didn’t realize just how erotic it could be watching a man play with his cock but I found myself so turned on by it.

  He lifted his cock upward, then squeezed his balls. He tugged on it and I could actually see the muscles in his arms flex. It was all just so incredibly hot and irresistible. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to have him inside of me. I sat up on my knees and pulled him forward, wanting him on top of me.

  I squirmed and was able to get myself on top of him. I started to remove my top but he put his hand over mine.

  “Don’t. Leave it on.”

  I smiled and then moved my body in a way that provided maximum stimulation.

  “You aren’t wearing any panties are you?”

  “Oops. Did I forget to put my panties on today?” I replied playfully as his hardness brushed against my opening.

  I could feel his cock throbbing, wanting to push inside of me.

  With one hard thrust, he entered me. Although I was on top, he still was in control, lifting me up and down on his shaft. I gasped as my body adjusted to his size. Then our bodies slipped into a rhythm of unadulterated harmony.

  With Grayson inside of me, I felt as if we were one. I arched my back to meet his thrusts. Shivers of delight zinged through me. Just when I thought my body couldn’t handle any more, I felt the pleasure of my sweet release that can only be described as pure and utter ecstasy.

  As I came, a low moan escaped from deep within his throat. He had his hands on my hips, and pushed harder and further inside of me. He felt amazing. I brought my hands down to his shoulders, using them for leverage as I moved up and down. In this position my clit pressed hard against his pelvis and with every thrust, I felt the pressure between my legs building again.

  I rocked my hips towards him, pushing him deeper, savoring the feel of his cock inside of me. The tension built again and it hit me quickly this time. I clenched my sex as I got closer to coming. His movements grew frenzied as I rocked my pelvis into his.

  He sat up and I scraped my nails into his back. The feel of his skin on mine, his chest to my chest, his arms around mine, was erotic and brought a whole new series of sensations. His mouth found my neck and he started to suck, so hard I was sure it would leave a mark but I didn’t care.

  “Mine,” he growled.

  He held me tightly as he thrust into me hard and then I felt him explode inside of me. As he did, waves of my own pleasure washed over me.

  After, he didn’t let go. With his arms around me, his breath heavy on my neck, I melted into his body, letting him hold me up. It felt wonderful and perfect. Eventually I rolled off of him and he collapsed next to me. He pulled my body onto his and I slid my head into the crook of his neck.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Early the next morning, my phone rang. I didn't want to get it but whoever was calling hung up and called back, so I figured the only way to stop the annoying ring of my phone was to take the call. I barely got a chance to say hello before Jennifer started in.

  “You won’t believe what that stupid bastard did.”

  I sat up on the bed and rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hands. "What did he do sweetie?"

  She started crying, all the anger disappearing from her voice as she told me her story. Instead replaced by an overwhelming, all-consuming sadness.

  “His agent found out we were secretly married in Fiji and flipped out. He demanded we get the marriage annulled at once. I balked. I mean, who the hell was this guy to tell us what to do, right?”

  “Right,” I agreed.

  "But you know what Ethan said? He said ‘wait, let's just hear him out.' I was so speechless."

  "Oh, my. What did you do Jennifer?”

  "Well, I wanted to kick him in the balls, but instead, I just walked to the bedroom, packed my things and told him to call me when he figured out what he wanted."

  “Did he come after you?”

  “No. He stayed in the room with his agent and lawyer talking about ‘the situation’, as they called it. It’s not a situation, it’s our marriage,” she cried.

  "I know, Jennifer, and I'm so sorry you are going through this. Why don't you come over and we'll talk about it?"

  “Thanks,” she sniffled. “But I really can’t. I have to get to work.”

  "Is that a good idea? I mean, isn't that his PR agency?"

  “I made them give me a one-year
contract, remember? They can't get rid of me until it's over. Plus, I like my job. I am learning a lot. I want to try and get the most out of it that I can before the year is up and I have to move on."

  “That sounds like a great idea Jennifer, but are you sure you are up to working today?”

  "I need to work. If I don't have something productive to do, I might go mad."

  “Will you come over after work then? Stay here for a few days, let things cool down at home?”

  "Thanks for the offer, but I decided to move back into the apartment. I need to be on my own for a while. My whole life, I've always had someone to take care of me -- first my parents, then you, then Ethan. Maybe it's time I tried being on my own for a while, know what I mean?"

  I did, and I couldn't believe it was Jennifer I was speaking to. What happened to my flakey, flighty friend? She was making mature, responsible decisions about her life and doing it all on her own. I couldn't be more proud of her.

  “Jennifer I think that sounds wonderful, but know I’m always just a phone call away. If you change your mind or need me for anything, I’ll be there. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and rush to your side. You know that, right?”

  "I do Alison, and I appreciate your support more than you could ever know. You are a great friend. I love you."

  “I love you too Jen. Now go knock them dead at work so they will never want to let you go, even after your contract is up.”

  Jennifer laughed. “Will do.”

  When I hung up the phone, I laid back down next to Grayson and enjoyed him holding me in his arms.

  “So what did Ethan do?”

  “He was kind of a dick.”

  “What’s new?” Grayson chuckled.

  I told him the story that Jennifer said to me. He was just as surprised as me.

  “I really thought he was into her. I can’t believe that. I guess I should get up and head over there and talk to him -- see what the fuck is up with that boy.”

  “You would do that for me?”

  “Of course,” he said as he kissed my forehead and started to roll out of bed.

  “But wait …”

  He paused. "Yeah, baby?"

  “I kind of wanted a kiss first.”

  “Well, I think I can handle that.” He leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss.

  “Thanks but that isn’t what I meant.”

  I put my hand between his legs and gently squeezed his balls. His eyes widened, and he was back in bed and on top of me in no time.

  When Grayson got home that night, he told me that he had to go to Uruguay to do some filming for his next movie, and he wanted me to go with him.

  “I’ll be there for three weeks. I can’t make it that long without you.”

  “I don’t know Grayson. Wouldn’t I be in the way?”

  “Hell no. Plus I told you, I don’t ever want to sleep in a bed without you again.”

  “That’s sweet, very sweet. But what in the world am I going to do in Uruguay while you are working?”

  “Didn’t you say you had an idea for another book that you wanted to start working on?”

  I shrugged.

  “Then that is what you can do while I’m on set. You can read romance novels, lay out on the beach and get a tan and work on your next book. You can even shop for your wedding gown or bridesmaid’s gowns or whatever it is you need to buy to get married.”

  “Wait … what?”

  "I want you to marry me, Alison. I love you, and although I probably should have come up with a far more romantic way to do this, I can't wait anymore. I love you."

  He pulled out a small velvet box and handed it to me.

  My hands shook as I opened it and revealed the beautiful ring inside.

  “Grayson! You spent way too much money,” I admonished.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. This is the smaller version of what I wanted to get you, but your sister insisted you would like this one better.”

  “My sister? She helped you pick this out for me?”

  “Yeah, before she left for the Netherlands I asked for her help.”

  I began to cry. I couldn't help it. I was just so overwhelmed with emotions at that moment. The ring was unbelievably beautiful. It was a five-carat, princess cut, solitaire diamond on a platinum band. It was utter perfection. I couldn't have picked out a better ring myself if I tried.

  “Is that a yes?” He asked timidly.

  I jumped into his arms, and he caught me, holding me tightly as I peppered kisses on his face. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, absolutely yes."

  "We are going to Punta del Diablo in Uruguay, which is not too far from Santa Catarina in Brazil. I was thinking maybe after we could head over there to a resort I think you'll love. Maybe we could scout out a location for our wedding?" He paused and when I didn't respond, he continued.

  “We don’t have to get married in Brazil if you don’t want to. We could get married wherever you want. As long as you marry me, I don’t care where we do it at.”

  I smiled up at him. "Okay, first of all, you spent way too much money on this ring. If this is the small version, I'm scared to see what you originally had in mind. But I love it, thank you," I said as I kissed him again.

  "Now as far as the location goes, I don't know. I don't really have anyone other than Jennifer and my sister that I would want at the wedding, but I'm sure you have a lot of people you will want to invite. So the size and location of the wedding is really up to you."

  “The only people I care about is my parents and my brother, maybe Ethan. I don’t need anyone else there. But haven’t you always wanted a big, fancy wedding? Don’t all girls dream of that?”

  I shook my head no.

  "Growing up, the only thing I dreamed of was having enough food to eat or that they wouldn't turn off the power. I would lie in bed at night and hear the air conditioner click off. I would panic, open my eyes and make sure the LED light on my alarm clock was still on. I was always just so paranoid that at any moment, we wouldn't have electricity anymore. So no, growing up, having a big fancy wedding was nowhere on my radar."

  "It's settled then. We'll have an intimate wedding, just close friends, and family," Grayson said. "How about we do it during the holidays? I'll have wrapped filming on the movie, and I'm sure your sister will have some time off for Christmas so she can be at the wedding too. What do you think?"

  “A Christmas wedding? Hmm. I’ve never known anyone to get married during that time of the year, but yeah that would totally work for me. I’m sure my sister will get some time off for the holidays. Well, at least I hope she will. I’ll talk to her and find out.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  The next morning after breakfast, I called Jennifer to tell her my good news. She was happy for me, but I could tell she was still upset. Things with Ethan apparently hadn't gotten any better.

  “His lawyer came by my office this morning and brought me the annulment papers and settlement agreement to sign. He told me to read them over and get them back to him at my earliest convenience as if somehow I was just going to sit around and play this thing out in my head over and over. What a prick.”

  “Are you okay? What are you going to do?”

  "I told him I didn't need any more time. I signed the papers right then and there. I gave him what he wanted, an end to our marriage and in return, he gave me five million dollars. The lawyer said the money will be in my account by the close of business today."

  "Jennifer, I'm so sorry. I really thought when you first told me all of this; Ethan would come to his senses and come running after you. I just don't know what to say. I'm so shocked."

  “I was a little surprised by it all too. Ethan got the paperwork together fast. He must have really wanted to get rid of me.”

  “No, Jennifer no. I don’t believe that, not for a moment. I saw how he looked at you. You can’t fake that kind of thing.”

  "Well, it doesn't matter now," Jennifer said with a sigh. "Our marriage is over, and that's th
at."

  I could hear everything she was saying to me, but I couldn’t believe a single word of it. I knew Ethan cared for her. What I didn’t know was why he was so quick to give up on their relationship. It just didn’t make any sense.

  After I hung up the phone with Jennifer, who insisted she had to get back to work, I went to find Grayson.

  “Have you talked to Ethan yet?”

  “No. Apparently he’s off filming a movie in Papua New Guinea.”

  “What? Are you kidding me? When did that happen?”

  “I guess he left right after Jennifer moved out,” Grayson explained.

  “When is he coming home?”

  "I didn't get to talk to him much, but he did say after he finishes up there, they are flying to Canada. He will probably be there a couple of weeks, maybe even a month or two."

  I growled. “That bastard. He’s only doing this to avoid dealing with all this drama with Jennifer.”

  "I don't know Alison. You don't just fly out to film a movie on the drop of a dime. Usually, these things are planned out months in advance. Sounds like a case of bad timing to me."

  “Oh, he’s going to think bad timing when I get done with him.”

  Grayson wrapped his arms around me. I pulled away. I was too angry to want anyone touching me at that moment, even Grayson.

  “You know that ass hole paid her five million bucks to go away?”

  “Ouch. That’s harsh,” Grayson admitted.

  “I know, right? I mean to break up with someone out of the blue was one thing, but to pay them money to go away is just inexcusable.”

  "Please, Ali settle down. There is no reason to get all worked up over this. When he gets home, we'll find out what's going on. Maybe that was just his way of trying to take care of her. If something ever happened to us, I would want to know that you were always taken care of. I could see how something like that may seem on the surface, but we just don't know the truth until we speak to him. Maybe he meant it as a kind gesture. We need to wait until he gets back and hear both sides."

  "Oh sure and in the meantime, Jennifer sits all alone in that shitty apartment crying her eyes out."