He doesn’t answer so I know the truth. I sigh walking towards the back. Once I’m seated I wiggle around, these seats are lush!
I feel Grant at my side, so I roll my neck to look him. “Exactly how big of a man whore are you?”
“I’m not. Not anymore. There’s been no one besides you since that first night.”
“Thank god. But that doesn’t make me feel any better really. We’ve had sex without a condom and you’re telling me you’ve slept with people like her.”
“I’m clean. Promise baby.”
“I’m not talking about a shower Grant.”
He laughs. “I just had my yearly physical a few weeks ago. I’m clean.” He reiterates.
“Me too in case you were wondering. I haven’t been with anyone in…” I start thinking. Damn it’s been a long time since I broke up with my last boyfriend.
“Don’t.”
“What? I’m trying to ease your mind.”
“I don’t need to hear about you fucking someone else.”
I glare at him unsure if I’m mad at him or the situation. I’m going with the latter.
He grabs my hand and links our fingers. “Sorry, I’m on edge with the problems in Vegas and the shit you had to deal with today.”
“It’s okay. At least I’m not the only one who feels a little jealous. You bring out the worst in me Grant.” I laugh.
“I like you jealous. And fuck, when you used your spell on her.” He groans and starts nuzzling my neck.
“Promise me you’ll never make me fly with someone you’ve slept with before. It’s awkward and I don’t like how it makes me feel.”
“Consider her fired.” He whispers in my ear.
“Maybe not fired, just… not around you.” I smile at him when he pulls back and starts laughing.
“You have a heart of gold Agnes Fletcher. Even though you stupefied her ass.” We both laugh as he grabs my hand.
When did this become my life? Aggie Fletcher the jet-setter. Aggie Fletcher the girl who wears designer clothes and cute as hell shoes. Aggie Fletcher who can snap her fingers and get someone fired.
Don’t judge, you would have gotten the bitch fired too!
“Oh crap! I forgot to call Mimi before we took off. It’s Friday!”
He pulls out his cell phone and hands it to me. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you. The minutes on mine ran out after I talked to you earlier.”
He groans and I know he wants to argue with me about my pay by use phone. But I already have his to my ear calling my grandmother.
“I don’t want any!” She yells.
“Mimi it’s me.”
“Agnes? Where are you?”
I groan. “Sorry, I’m actually about to take off for Vegas! I forgot to call and say I wouldn’t be there tonight, but things got crazy.”
“This about the backyard boinker?”
“Um… yes.” My cheeks ignite and Grant caresses my scarlet cheek with the back of his hand.
“I’ve read the articles sweetie, the girls at the gym shoved them in my face this morning because they recognized you. Just… be careful. He has a lot of baggage you’re not used to.”
“I will be. Promise. Love you!”
“Love you too. Have fun, you deserve it.”
We hang up and not for the first time today I’m wondering what’s in that freaking article.
“You know we were on the front page of a gossip magazine today?”
He looks alarmed. “Which one?”
“I have no clue, but I need to read the article. Apparently, it says a lot about you.” I laugh.
“Don’t read it.”
He pulls his phone out of my hands. “Why not? I’m in it too you know.”
“I wanted to wait to have this talk until you were more comfortable with the idea of our relationship. But, I have no choice now.”
“You’re scaring me. It can’t be that bad.” Please don’t be bad.
“It’s not, but they portray it to be worse than it is. Keep an open mind… please.” I nod my head urging him to continue. “I haven’t mentioned my parents to you, but they’re Eli and Victoria Donovan.”
My eyes bulge out of their sockets. “The Actors? America’s golden couple. They’re your parents?”
“Yes. With parents in that profession, it brought me into a certain life style.”
“So not as old money as I thought. I’m assuming this is where you tell me about the drugs, drinking and women?”
He laughs. “Not entirely. One woman and her name’s Michelle Jones. She was the daughter of one of my parents many colleagues and we grew close one summer when our parents were on set together.”
My eyes are still bulged because I know exactly who she is. The it girl in Hollywood right now. She’s been in so many movies it’s like they’re trying to shove her down our throats. Girlfriend needs a serious vacation from the spotlight.
“Keep going.” I urge.
“We broke up a little while ago because she was cheating with my friend Randy. I didn’t realize how much her profession had changed her. By turning a blind eye hoping she’d find herself, I screwed myself and my happiness in the process. I was an idiot.”
Red flashing lights are going off in my head. The way he’s talking about her is like a man still in love.
“She’s pregnant.” He pauses and pleads with his eyes.
“Jesus.” I run my hand through my hair. “By breaking up a while ago… how much time do you really mean?”
“Officially, seven months ago.”
I look down at my lap. How am I supposed to react to finding out my boyfriend’s ex is carrying his baby? My eyes are still bugged out and I can’t hide the look of horror on my face if I tried.
“I need to lie down.”
“There’s nothing to worry about Aggie.”
I stand up and start pacing in front of him. “Nothing to worry about? I just found out my boyfriend’s having a baby with someone else. Not just someone else, but a beautiful movie star! It’s not the ideal situation, but I’m trying to make my brain catch up. Is that why you slept with me so many weeks ago? I was just the horse, wasn’t I?”
“The horse…what?”
“You know! When you fall off something, which for you would be sex, you get back on the metaphorical horse.”
“God no. I slept with you because I saw a gorgeous girl that made me feel crazy things when she looked at me. I slept with you because you’re the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you again.”
“Ugh, why do you always have to say the right thing?” I walk over and think about sitting on his lap but move to the chair next to him.
“Baby, it’s not mine. I know it’s not. You need to trust me on this.”
“I’m trying, I really am Grant. But, how can you be so sure? There’s a possibility…” He cuts me off.
“Here’s the fucked-up part.” He sighs and I can tell he’s unsure how much to tell me.
“Just do it, rip the band-aid off man!”
“She’s portraying me as the father because she doesn’t want anyone to know she was with someone else. It’ll hurt her good girl image.”
“You haven’t set anyone straight? You just let people believe you’re the father?”
“Yes, but that’s why I’m going to Vegas. There’s no problem with my restaurants. I’m flying out to have a meeting with her and her “people”. I found out she’s on location there and after last night… this can’t be hanging over us.”
“But, why would you help her after everything she did to you? How are you so sure the baby’s not yours?”
“Because she told me it’s not mine. I also did my own digging. The timelines don’t add up. We were broken up before she got pregnant so there’s no chance in hell I’m that baby’s father.” He grabs me and pulls me on his lap. “As for the other questions, I don’t know if I have the answer? Maybe a bruised ego. Not w
anting anyone to think I’m horrible in the sack.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Or maybe I felt bad for her.”
“Grant Donovan, you're an animal savage in the sack. No worries there.” I know I’ve said the right thing when his smile beams at me.
“Honestly, I’ve been through a lot with Michelle and I felt like I owed it to her. There’s a lot more to it, but for now.” He sighs. “Please tell me you believe me.”
“I believe you.”
“Okay, let’s get back to you stroking my ego baby. This animal savage wants to ravage you.”
“You’re like a freaking machine. You’re always horny!”
“Only around you Aggie.” He bends down and initiates a kiss. A sweet kiss full of hope and relief.
When we pull back, I keep our foreheads connected. “Thank you for sharing all that with me.”
“I have a feeling about you Agnes Fletcher.”
“Stop, or I’m gonna get used to your sweet side.”
“Nothing but sweet for my girl.”
“You know, sometimes I don’t like sweet. Hate it as a matter of fact.”
“What times?”
“Animal savage times.” I wink.
“Oh baby, this beast is ready to come out and play.”
I yelp when he quickly stands up with my legs still straddling his lap. I have no clue where we’re going until he opens a door in the back and places me on a giant bed.
This vacation may be just what I need.
SHHH, DON’T TELL HIM
We’ve been in Vegas for a few days and we still haven’t spoken with the ex. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a blast sightseeing and Grant even took me to see Britney! It was spectacular!
I shriek when I feel arms come around my waist before reaching up and palming my bare breasts. I’m happy, truly happy knowing I have a guy who can’t be away long enough to let me shower.
“Missed you baby.” He whispers in my ear causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin.
“Really? It’s only been a few minutes?” I’m a panting mess already which causes him to chuckle.
“Do you mind?” His hand moves slowly down my body to the juncture between my thighs.
“Oh god!”
“No baby, we’ve been through this before, it’s just me.”
My hand reaches back to find his cock. I give him a few pumps with my hand before realizing I can’t wait any longer. Lining him up with my pussy, I push backwards as he enters me inch by inch. Grant growls but takes over the task and thrusts his hips forward.
“Savage beast…” I moan.
“What was that?”
“I need… I need the savage beast.” I know this is all sounding very porno, but I can’t think straight and I want him to own the hell out of my pussy.
I pull back all the way so that just the tip is still inside me. I'm playing him, hoping he flips the switch... Bingo! My chest is pushed up against the shower wall in an instant as his hand pulls at my hair and his hips go feral.
“Holy crap!” I yell.
“Oh Aggie, I can already feel your pussy squeezing me. You’re close baby, so close.”
“So close.” I confirm.
Within a few minutes we’re both screaming each other’s names and panting like we ran a 10k. The waters raining down on us and it makes this crazy erotic. I seriously feel like my sex life has turned into one big adult film. The only difference is… I’m not acting.
I start giggling as he pulls out. “How perfect, I need to clean up but we’re already in the shower.”
“I don’t think this water’s enough to clean you up.” I look over and he winks at me.
“That was really corny.”
“Only for you baby.” He kisses my nose and we finish up our shower with only a hint of funny business. What can I say? We can’t keep our hands off each other!
After wrapping ourselves in towels, we make our way in our room to get dressed.
“If you sigh one more time I’m gonna get offended.”
I’m staring at my suitcase full of clothes unhappily. “I’m happy you didn’t just pack me bikinis, but…”
“But?”
I look up and find him putting on his suit pants and button up shirt. He sure is a sight to behold. Grant’s always dressed impeccably. Honestly, he looks great in everything he wears, even his designer jeans and tees.
I bite my lip. “Some of this stuff is really revealing and I don’t think there’s one pair of pants in here.”
“Hmmm.” He walks over to examine my wardrobe. “We can stop at a store, Natalie must have thought we were clubbing the whole time.”
“Natalie?”
“My assistant.”
“Do you club often? Because that’s not really my scene.”
“I enjoy the atmosphere and depending who I’m with, the company. Do I like women desperately throwing themselves at me? Not really.” He winks at me.
“My boyfriend was literally the biggest manwhore.” I mumble to myself while finally picking up a gorgeous dress. It’s black and tiny. After putting it on I realize I can’t wear a bra because it’s backless. I go to take it off when Grant stops me from unzipping it and turns me to face him.
“Hey, cut me some slack. I was with Michelle from when I was 17 and I was loyal the entire time, I’m not a cheater. How crazy could I have been in those months before I met you?”
“Want me to do the math for you? Thirty days in a month, six months…” He places his hand over my mouth.
“Point taken. But I respect women, so please wipe that from your pretty little head.” I nod my head as he removes his hand. “And by the way, you look beautiful in that dress.” He lets out a low whistle.
“Are you sure? I can’t wear a bra and I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that?”
He gets a thoughtful look on his face before going to his bureau. He grabs something from one of his drawers and walks back to me. “Put this on.” He hands me one of his white dress shirts. “I’m going to take you shopping. You deserve to feel comfortable in what you’re wearing. We can hit up a store you can get those special backless bra things.”
“Thank you! And I’d definitely wear this dress with the right bra!” I yell then place kisses all over his face. It’s not that I hate the clothes that his assistant picked out for me. They’re just… not me. Which makes me think I’m the complete opposite of what he usually goes for. Well clearly, I am after hearing about Michelle.
I put on his shirt and a pair of leggings that were randomly in my suitcase. I thought they were out of place compared to everything else, but thank god! After stealing one of his belts and fighting with it, I made a new hole so it fits my waist. Now I have the perfect outfit.
“You just poked a hole in my Versace belt.”
“Oh shit, sorry!” How could I be so stupid. I study the new hole in the leather trying to figure out how to fix it.
He laughs. “Aggie, don’t worry about it. That just made me fall for you a little more.”
I stand frozen. Did he just say what I think he did? Grant doesn’t dwell on it because he grabs my hand and takes me out of our hotel room in search of clothes.
Which makes me fall for him a little more. Shhh, don’t tell him.
***
We’re in our third store when Grant’s phone rings. I can tell by the look on his face it’s not someone he’d particularly want to talk to at this moment.
“Michelle.”
Damn, I wish she were on speaker. What can I say? I’m nosy.
“Seriously?... Typical... We’ll be there.” There’s another beat of silence before Grant speaks again. “My girlfriend not that it’s any of your business.”
I can actually hear her shriek through the phone “YOUR GIRLFRIEND?” I’m oddly thrilled about this. That’s right bitch, Grant has a new girlfriend and it’s me!
She’s still yelling when he hangs up the phone. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath bef
ore looking at me.
“I’m sorry baby but we have to go. The meeting just got scheduled for me, not that she ever takes anyone’s schedule into consideration.”
“Um… I can always walk back to the hotel so you can go by yourself.”
“Nope, you’re coming. You need to be there. I need you there.”
“Okay.” I whisper.
I go to place the clothes in my hands down on a display, but Grant grabs them and walks to the register before paying for them. I walk up to him like a whiny teen complaining about him buying all my clothes when I’ve offered at every stop we’ve made. I would have had to put everything on my credit card, but he needs to know I don’t expect him to pay for everything.
“I told you it was my treat. Let me spoil you a bit.” He bends down and kisses my forehead.
“Fine.” I huff. Truth, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable when he does all these nice things for me. It’s not like I have the option to do the same for him.
A half hour later we’re riding the elevator to the top floor in a notorious Vegas hotel. Up to the penthouse. I’m nervous beyond belief and I know Grant can sense it because he keeps squeezing my hand reassuringly.
A bell dings causing me to jump.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
“I’m kicking myself in the ass for not wearing that boob dress.” I mumble.
The door opens with Grant laughing and me smiling. The smile falls from my face when I look forward and see Michelle with a scowl on her face.
“It’s about time Grant.”
“Always a pleasure Mich.”
We step into the entrance, well, he pulls me off the elevator into the foyer. Michelle looks at our linked hands and fake gags. Real classy this chick.
“Is everyone here?” Grant asks.
“They’re in the living room. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new play thing?”
“Don’t start.”
She gets a wicked gleam in her eye that’s pure evil. It lets me know I have to keep my guard up around her. She’s trouble with a capital T.
Once we enter the living room I notice a whole bunch of people sitting scattered on the couches. There’s only one seat open so Grant takes it and pulls me on his lap.
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