Debt Collector_A Billionaire Bad Boy Novel

by Weston Parker

  "Does he?" Ethan shook her hand. "Well, I think you might end up his wife one day, but don't tell him I said it."

  "Ethan. Shit." I glanced up at him and gave him a really look before looking back at her. "He has no filter."

  "Neither does his brother, but I'm sure you're wrong, Mr. Lewis. I'm not interested in dating a child in a man's body. Where the sex might be great, there's nothing left when it's over. I've had that same scenario more times than I care to disclose. I learned my lesson the last time I dated a spoiled rich boy. No offense." She gave us a saucy smile.

  "None taken, but I'm not retracting my statement. Mark my words." He laughed as she rolled her eyes playfully and excused herself. He turned to me and pulled me in close. "I like her."

  "Your brother turned into a stiff asshat when he walked in, and she was in the room."

  "Cause he wants her, and she's not falling for his charms. My brother has always believed that any woman worth her salt would come crawling on her knees when he beckoned."

  "Ugh." I shook my head.

  "I know, but that's just how he is." Ethan reached up and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip as his eyes moved down my body. "Maybe she'll break him like you broke me."

  "I broke you?" I laughed and stiffened as a horde of people moved into the kitchen.

  "Ethan. Tell us about this new film," one of the guys asked.

  "Sure, or better yet, I'll let Riley tell you. She's my co-star and the new up and coming Marilyn Monroe. She's my girlfriend, and soon to be my wife, but let's not rush things, hmm?"

  "What?!?" The crowd went wild with questions.

  "Really." I gave him a look as he popped my ass and walked towards the food.

  "Yeah, really. Keep them busy. It's your turn, and you're way better at dealing with people than me. I mean look what you've done to me. Turned me into a lovesick fool that wants to serve you day and night."

  I turned back to them as a chuckle ran through me. He would forever be an actor. No matter where we were. No matter where we went.

  And I loved him all the more for it.

  Chapter 15

  One Month Later

  Ethan

  "Alright." Frank moved up in front of all of us and paused. His eyes got misty, and we all gave out a soft awww. It was typical for him to get choked up when we wrapped up a film.

  "What's wrong?" Riley whispered and glanced up at me as we stood in the large studio in the heart of L.A.

  "He always does this. He's a softie." I smiled and glanced up to find him pointing at me.

  "I heard that." He brushed the back of his hand by his nose and sniffled. "I just wanted all of you to know, that though this has been the most difficult film to complete in my career, it's been the most rewarding."

  A round of applause lifted up, and I pulled my hands from around my girl and clapped with everyone else. Deza pressed her shoulder against mine as I dropped my hands, and I reached over and wrapped one arm around her and the other around Riley.

  Things had cleared up between all of us, and the past was soon forgotten, but Deza wasn't back to being herself yet. I'd been too fucking busy to ask why, but if I had to guess, it had to do with Darren. It always did.

  "Great job, Boss." I winked at Frank as he rolled his eyes at me. "We're going to do this final scene with Riley and Ethan, and then we'll take all of these boxes over here to Studio Six where we can set up for our wrap up party. Your friends and family are invited as always. Tell them to be here at five.

  "Are we going to be done filming by then?" Deza pulled from me and took a step toward the stage as her shoulders stiffened.

  "Oh yeah." Frank glanced down at me and Riley. "You guys are ready to knock this one out of the park?"

  "Yep," we responded together.

  "Got your lines memorized?"

  "Yep."

  "No drama lurking around the corner that has absolutely nothing to do with the movie, but instead with you two nugget heads falling in love?"

  Riley turned toward me and pulled me down into a long kiss that had the crew chanting for us. I was a little flustered when we pulled apart. "Damn baby. You trying to turn me on?"

  "It is a passion scene." She gave me a sexy smile and turned, jogging up the stairs. Her nightgown they had her in for the closing scene was white silk and lace, the thing barely reaching the bottom of her ass. My heart almost stopped my chest as she made her way up to the stage and gave us all a lovely view of her perfectly round rear.

  "Mine," I growled and looked back at the cast before making my way up on stage.

  "All yours, brother. Lucky bastard." Seth patted my back and stuck out his hand. "I'm not staying for the event tonight, my friend. I'm due on a set tomorrow in New Zealand."

  "Oh shit. Well, it's been good seeing you again, man. I told Frank to book your time the next time we have our film schedule open up." I shook his hand and pulled him in for a quick hug. "Be safe."

  "You too, and propose to the girl. Someone's going to move in and take her from you if you don't get a ring on that hand of hers." He winked. "Not me! I'm just saying."

  I turned and jogged up the stairs, walking onto a bedroom set. My eyes moved across her as she knelt on the bed, looking like sin incarnate. "This looks vaguely like the first scene we ever did together."

  She glanced around and smiled. "Holy shit. This is the tryout seen, isn't it."

  I nodded and laughed. "You didn't know this moment would come back to bite you in the butt?"

  "No, but I'm almost excited about it. I remember the first time we did it. You pulled my panties aside and worked me into a wet mess in front of everyone."

  My body hardened, but I kept my composure, giving her a funny look. "Now wait a minute. I don't remember that at all."

  "That's what happened." She shrugged, fully confident in her story.

  "You're starting to believe the fantasy world you're living in, Darling." I crawled up on the bed and licked my lips. "Move those panties again for me, okay?"

  "Did you wear your cup?" She lifted an eyebrow, her question causing a chuckle to rise out of me.

  "Alright guys. Let's get into character, please. We have a film to wrap up and a party to get ready for. You two can flirt when you get home tonight." Frank clapped his hands a few times.

  "No cup, angel. Just a whole lot of cock for you here," I whispered and reached for her before pausing. I turned to Frank. "I thought she was supposed to be in a bra, panties and that sexy garter thing they wore in the old days."

  He rolled his eyes. "No. It's a nightie. Stop thinking and start acting. And action!"

  I reached out and grabbed her arms, flipping us and pressing myself between her perfect thighs. I ground into her, and electricity sparked in my stomach. How badly I wanted to make love to her right there on stage. She was addictive, and I'd fallen off the deep end this time. It was the last time I would ever love someone. We were going to have to share forever, or I'd be alone.

  "You wanna play, do you?" I pressed forward and rubbed my cock down her soft center, loving that she was in a g-string which gave me a little bit of skin during my attack to enjoy.

  She opened her legs wider and groaned loudly.

  "I do," she moaned again, her body primed. Wet. She gripped my sides as my head swam. I could fuck her a zillion times, and each time it would be a new experience, a coveted activity that belonged only to me. Her soft fingers slid down my back, her nails digging into my flesh so fucking good.

  I groaned, not having to act at all. Her fingers crept into my undies and cupped my ass, forcing me to drive forward again.

  I lowered my voice and hardened it like she didn't mean shit to me. "And how would you like it, Stacy? Hard? Slow? Deep?"

  She reached down between us with the hand that was hidden by my body and slipped her panties to the side. I pressed up and ran through her wet folds as another groan left me. Bitch. I'd get her back later for her indiscretion. She was toying with me, and fuck if I didn't love it.


  I leaned down, pressing my body against hers and pushing in enough for the tip and a few inches of my dick to penetrate her, which was about all that was hanging out of my boxer briefs. "I can smell your arousal, Riley. I know you like the idea of me fucking you up here. In front of the world. Don't you, baby girl?"

  She arched her back and moved her hands to grip my hips, following the script perfectly as she pressed her lips to the top of my shoulder and squeezed me tightly.

  "I like it hard. From behind, and don't forget to pull my hair," my beautiful girl whispered roughly before pushing off and turning us. She ran her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, rocking back and forth against my cock, creating a delicious friction between us. "That sound good, or are you one of the good guys who likes to make love?"

  "I like it both ways, you naughty bitch." I reached up and grabbed her at the base of her throat, lifting my hips.

  She shifted hers, and a few inches of me were back inside of her. She moaned loudly, pressed her hands to my chest and rolled her hips until she collapsed on top of me, our closing lines some gibberish about making our love into an adventure.

  "And cut!" Frank clapped. "Excellent! That's a wrap."

  I rolled us back over and pressed her to the bed, leaning down to suck the soft flesh of her neck into my mouth as I rolled my cock head against her tight entrance. "I wanna fuck you right here."

  "You did." She reached down and ran her hands through my hair.

  "Close the curtain please!" Deza's voice lifted, and Riley laughed as the curtain closed.

  I pushed up and impaled her, her tight wet body home to my deepest pleasure. "Don't moan too loud. They'll know what we're up to." I pumped my hips, fucking her slow and hard.

  Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I moved down to capture her nipple in my mouth as an orgasm rode me hard. "I'm not going to last tonight."

  "Good. Take me with you when you come." She arched her back, changing our position a little.

  I lifted up and worked us both over the edge, biting my tongue to keep from yelling how fucking good it felt to lose my load deep inside of her.

  "I love you." She pulled me down and kissed me several times before smiling against my lips. "Come on. Time to go celebrate."

  "Can we just say you don't feel good and go home? We could celebrate like this a little more." I nodded down toward our stomachs.

  She laughed. "No. Get off and let’s go have some fun. We can take a shower and spend the night exploring each other after this."

  "Promise?" I pumped my hips, and her eyelashes fluttered as she panted. My naughty little whore who everyone thought was a good girl. Please.

  "Promise," she whispered roughly.

  "I'm going to hold you to it." I rolled off of her and grabbed my robe, walking off the stage and straight to my dressing room. The trailer was out back, but it was too far to walk. Being spoiled, I had several rooms that belonged to just me when I was on set.

  It was an odd way to live life, but it's the only life I knew. After a quick shower, I dressed in slacks and a polo. A knock on the door caused me to brush my hair quickly and answer it.

  Deza stood on the other side, her lips down-turned and dark circles under her eyes. "Hey. You need to come on. Everyone is asking for you."

  "Cause I am pop-u-lar. Hello." I pulled her into a hug and looked down at her.

  "Yeah, you are." She was unresponsive.

  Fucking Darren.

  "Alright. Go without me and tell them that I've got the shits or something."

  A faint smile lifted her lips. "Hurry up."

  "Got it." I let the door close before going in search of my phone. Someone had to put an end to the madness, and Riley was right... Darren and Deza belonged together. They just had to move past whatever the fuck was blocking them. I found the phone and called Darren, a little surprised I had his number in my phone.

  "This is D," a deep voice barked into the phone.

  "Darren. It's Ethan Lewis."

  "Oh shit. Is something wrong with Deza?" His voice pinched.

  "Yeah. She's fucking miserable, and she's ruining all of our lives. She's a killjoy, and it's your fucking fault. Get up here and make it better. Nothing is going on with me and her or her and anyone. Hell, no one wants anything to go on. She's like a wet mop. How much longer are you guys going to do this shit to yourselves."

  "You don't understand, and you don't know me, man."

  "Cause you've never let me get to know you. You might actually like me. I'm not the cock I play on the big screen. I'm a normal guy trying to figure shit out as it comes at me. I'm in love with Riley, and I'm proposing soon, but if Deza still looks like a goddamn zombie by the time my wedding comes around, I'm going to hire a hit man to come after your ass. She's going to mess up our pictures!"

  A snort from the other end of the phone let me know he understood. "You're as a crazy as she says you are, aren't you?"

  "One hundred percent." I took a quick breath. "We're having our closing party tonight. Family and friends are invited. Deza's alone, just like she has been since you guys broke up all those years ago. Come up here and talk to her. See what you guys can work through. She's not moving on, Darren. She's saving a seat beside her, and she has been for a long ass time. A seat for you."

  "Alright. I'm not promising anything, but I'll come up there." He took a deep breath. "And Ethan, thanks."

  "Anytime." I dropped the call and let out a yelp of victory. Riley would so be happy with me and the help I'd given Deza. Happy wife? Happy life.

  I just needed to fix the wife part. Soon.

  Chapter 16

  Riley

  "I can't believe it's over." I glanced over at Margo, one of the outfit coordinators as I stood in my dressing room in my nightie.

  "Right? It seemed like these things are going to take forever, but you blink twice, and it's done." She smiled and walked toward the door. "I put you a few things over there to choose from for the party. Frank said everyone needs to help decorate, but you do not. You and Ethan need to just take your time getting ready. The event is mostly to celebrate you guys." Her smile was warm. I liked her.

  "It's to celebrate all of us." I turned to face her instead of watching her in the mirror like a creeper. "We couldn't do anything without everyone playing their part."

  "Touché." She winked at me and turned, walking out with a measuring tape around her neck and the cutest high heel boots I'd ever seen. "Ugh," I groaned as the door closed. I had little to no style. Why? Why couldn't I have been gifted with the ability to figure out how to put outfits together?

  I'd be in the public eye until I finally decided to retire, and probably even then I still would.

  Walking over to a large ottoman in the middle of the room, I grabbed a bottle of water and dropped down before twisting the cap off and taking a long drink.

  Had Ethan and I really had sex on the stage behind a closed curtain?

  I giggled, unable to help myself. The giggle turned into a belly-laugh, and I slid to the floor, laughing so hard that tears dotted my eyes.

  What a life. I was beyond grateful for the chance to live something so much bigger than I thought possible. I'd struggled my whole life to have a dollar in my pocket, and now I had more money in the bank than I knew what to do with.

  "I wish you were here, Mom," I whispered and reached up to wipe at my happy tears. I'd have spent a huge chunk of the green stuff on her. Buying her a house by the water where we'd talked about living when I was a little girl.

  The door opened behind me, and I crooned my neck to look over the Ottoman.

  "Baby?" Ethan's voice was soft but drove spikes of joy in me nevertheless.

  "Down here." I waved.

  "What the hell are you doing on the floor?" He walked over, looking like a million bucks. The man had to be the sexiest thing alive.

  I extended my hand, and he helped me up. "I was just thinking about how cool it would be if my mom was still here."

  "W
hat would you do if she were?" He reached out and brushed a tear away as worry clouded his expression. "Help her out of debt."

  "No, well, yes, but I'd get her a beach house in Santa Barbara. She always wanted one." I shrugged. "I did too. Maybe one day we can get one together and spend our quiet time out there."

  "Not sure how quiet it would be." He chuckled and slid his hands over my hips, squeezing the top curve of my ass softly. "Not because of us, though I see where your naughty little mind is headed."

  I laughed. "Then why would it be loud?"

  "It's the beach down from LA. There are a million people there, waiting to see a movie star or run into a songwriter or singer. It's crazy over there."

  "There's got to be a quiet part of the beach that's private."

  "Oh course there is, but it's fucking insane expensive." He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. "Come on. Let's get over to this party."

  "Alright." I pulled out of his hold and yelped as he popped me in the butt. "You're going to get payback for that, Mister."

  "I hope so." He wagged his eyebrows before sitting down in my makeup chair and turning toward the mirror. "So I called Darren."

  "What?" His words stopped me in my tracks. I spun around and walked over to him, sliding my hands over his shoulders and leaning down to kiss the side of his neck. "You called Deza's Darren?"

  He awarded me with a cocky grin. "Um, yeah. Do you know another Darren?" The warning look on his face said that even if I did know another Darren, I’d better not tell him.

  I chuckled. "No. What did he say?"

  "That I was a nut job, but that he'll be at the party today."

  "What?" I yelled and moved around him, getting up into his lap. "You seriously did that? All by yourself?"

  His eyebrow lifted. "I am a big boy. You've had me between your legs enough to know. Women. Jeez."

  "I'm so proud of you." I ignored him and leaned down to press my lips to his. I shifted a little to straddle him and sunk down into the warmth of his arms around me.