Vice, Virtue & Video: Devoted

by Bianca Giovanni

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  Vice, Virtue & Video: Devoted

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  Bianca Giovanni

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  Omnific Publishing

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  Vice, Virtue & Video: Devoted, Copyright © 2014 by Bianca Giovanni

  All Rights Reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the publisher.

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  First Omnific eBook edition, November 2014

  First Omnific trade paperback edition, November 2014

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  The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Library of Congress Cataloguing-in-Publication Data

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  Giovanni, Bianca.

  Vice, Virtue & Video: Devoted / Bianca Giovanni – 1st ed

  ISBN: 978-1-623421-40-3

  1. Erotic Romance—Fiction. 2. Friendship—Fiction. 3. BDSM—Fiction. 4. New Adult—Fiction. I. Title

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  Cover Design by Micha Stone and Amy Brokaw

  Interior Book Design by Coreen Montagna

  Dedication

  For my mom and dad,

  who are always supportive,

  even though I won’t actually let them read my books.

  Chapter 1

  James

  WE COME UP THE ESCALATOR into the familiar, airy terminal of the airport, and I can feel the tension building in my shoulders. The whole flight here, I had that sense of dread in my stomach. I’m going to see my parents in a matter of hours and I’m completely freaked the fuck out, but I don’t want Lola to know how terrified I am. I know she can tell, though, because she’s been holding my hand a lot and calming me as only she can.

  “The board says it’s this way,” she says as she glances at the monitors with arrival and departure information. Her tone is warm and reassuring, further proof that she can detect my stress level.

  She takes my hand and leads me to baggage claim. I’m grinding my teeth just a little bit when we get our bags and catch the SuperShuttle. I insisted on this, even though Lola’s mom offered to pick us up, because I need some time to think before we arrive at the house.

  We’re having dinner at Theresa’s tonight, neutral ground where I won’t feel so damn uncomfortable, but my mom and dad will both be there. I haven’t spoken to either of them in nearly six years, and the last time I saw them, my dad was screaming at me and throwing me out of the house for doing porn. It was ugly, and it’s something that’s fucked me up emotionally for a long time.

  But today, I might be okay. I have a totem, a beacon of strength and love in the form of my beautiful wife. It’s because of her that my parents are even making an attempt to reconnect with me. I guess they figure that if someone as good as her would choose to marry me, I must not be a total failure. The fact that she loves me has basically forced them to reconsider my damnation, and I’m really grateful for that.

  We get a seat near the front of the van and head from the flat plains of the airport toward the foothills where we grew up.

  “You okay?” Lola softly asks as she weaves her fingers through mine.

  “Yeah, just kind of nervous, I guess. I’m not sure what to expect, you know?”

  She can read me like a book, so she gives me a little kiss on the cheek and puts her other hand over mine to calm and comfort me. She’s so completely in tune with me, so connected with me, and it’s like her touch can suddenly make everything okay.

  I can barely breathe when we pull up in front of Theresa’s house. I have a lot of good memories of hanging out with Lola in this place when we were kids, so I try to focus on those to keep myself from panicking.

  We get our bags from the van and stand on the porch. Lola looks to me and gives me a warm, sweet, sympathetic smile before she tugs my shoulders down so she can kiss me.

  “It’s going to be all right, I promise,” she says softly. “No matter what happens, James, just know that I love you and that you are the best man in the world, okay? I’m proud of you and I can see the wonderful person you are—and so can a lot of other people. Take a deep breath, remind yourself that you’re a superhero in my book, and know that I’ll be right here with you. I have your back. If your dad starts acting like a dick, I’ll kick his ass myself.”

  I laugh at her genuine kindness. God! She’s so fuckin’ amazing! I always feel lucky to have her, but I feel particularly lucky right now.

  She looks to me and waits for me to nod before she rings the doorbell.

  I hear footsteps inside, and I take a deep breath. It’s okay. It’s going to be fine.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Laird!” Theresa says with a big smile as she reaches out to us. She hugs Lola first and then warmly embraces me. “It’s so good to see you, sweetie,” she whispers as she pats my back. “I tried to warm them up a little bit, talked about how happy you were and how much Lola adores you. Not sure how much I broke them down, but I think the ice layer is sufficiently melted.”

  “Thanks, Theresa,” I reply gratefully as I put our bags inside the door. Even she’s making an attempt to reassure me, and it’s good to know that she cares this much.

  We walk into the familiar setting of Theresa’s house, the place where I spent much of my childhood hanging out with Lola, and I’m really glad we decided to do this here instead of at my parents’ house. I’d probably launch into a panic attack just setting foot in that place right about now.

  The dining room comes into view, and I can see my parents sitting at the table. My heart is pounding in my chest. This is like some shit out of 8 Mile, and I can practically hear the first notes of Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” playing in my mind.

  My dad’s back is to the doorway, so he doesn’t see me right away. My mom, on the other hand, is sitting on the other side of the table and peering out anxiously. She looks wonderful. She’s got a few more wrinkles, but she’s still so pretty.

  She makes a sort of gaspy sob as she jumps out of her chair and rushes over to me.

  My throat is tight, and I’m overcome with emotion. I haven’t seen her in six years, haven’t spoken with her, gotten a hug from her, haven’t even been able to share my happiness from marrying Lola with her. I used to be her favorite. But my career choices fucked all that up, and the person who used to love me the most got ripped away from me. To say I have a lot of emotional baggage from that shit would be an understatement.

  “Oh, my darling!” Tears are already pouring from her eyes as she stands back to look at me.

  I get choked up, and I’m trying to blink back tears of my own as she scans me with the proud smile that I’ve missed so much.

  When she throws her arms around me and hugs me, I lose it. She cradles my head to her shoulder and I cry like a teenage girl listening to Adele on repeat after a bad breakup.

  “I missed you so much!” I murmur into her shoulder, giving up my attempts to cling to composure.

  “Oh, God, I missed you too, my sweetheart,” she whispers to me, running her fingers through my hair and wrapping her arms around me tighter. “My angel, my baby boy,” she adds, making me cry harder.

  When she steps back, I see that her eyes are all red, and I realize that she must have been
crying a lot today, more than just right now. My mom’s always been the sweetest person in the world, and she’s very affectionate when it comes to me and my brother, Jonathan. I can tell that she’s been just as emotional as I’ve been about this whole thing. I’ve been trying to be tough about it and act like it’s not that big of a deal, but standing here with her is a huge deal.

  “Look how handsome you are!” she says tearfully and rests her palm on the side of my face. “You’ve grown up so much since I last saw you.”

  I bashfully smile as she kisses my cheek and hugs me again. I wasn’t even twenty-one when I last saw her, now I’m almost twenty-seven, and I’m sure I look different to her. I’ve grown up a lot over these past years, and it must be kind of a shock to her.

  “My darling, oh, my baby,” she whispers, looking right into my eyes. “I’m so happy to have you back.”

  I can feel myself welling up again.

  “Jeez, look at me. I’m such a mess.” She takes a tissue out of her pocket and wipes the tears off her cheeks.

  I hear Lola sniffle, and I laugh a little when I look over at her. She and Theresa are both dabbing their eyes and Lola’s got a smile on her face that looks like she just witnessed a miracle.

  “Sweetheart, don’t think I forgot about you,” Mom says to Lola, wrapping her up in a big hug.

  “It’s great to see you, Brenda,” Lola says warmly.

  My mom whispers something, and she doesn’t think I can hear it, but I do. “Thank you for bringing my son back to me.”

  Lola gives her a subtle nod of acknowledgment, and once again, I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot. My wife is an angel, and she’s singlehandedly repaired a bond I thought was broken for good. She reunited me and my mom, and I can feel that gap in my heart getting smaller by the second.

  Now comes the tough part, though. I look to the side and see my dad standing up from his chair and making his way over.

  The last time I saw him, he was snarling that I was dead to him and that I was an embarrassment to the family. It was a blowout to end all blowouts, and it fucked me up for years to come. That shit shook me to my core, and I’ve never really recovered, to be honest.

  “Son,” Dad says with a curt nod, awkwardly moving closer and obviously internally debating if he should hug me.

  “Dad,” I reply with the same nervous tension, also not sure if this tense moment requires a hug.

  Mom practically shoves him toward me, and he looks surprised, but he reaches out and gives me a chilly hug. It’s strained for both of us because I still kind of hate him for torpedoing my life back then, but it’s a step in the right direction, so I’m going to go with it.

  “Good to see you,” he murmurs. “Been a long time.”

  “Yeah, it has,” I reply, feeling my body go rigid when I move back from him.

  Almost immediately, Lola takes my hand and gives me a little squeeze to remind me that everything’s going to be okay. My shoulders relax on contact, and I feel a lot better having her at my side during this whole thing. I totally couldn’t have done this on my own—not to mention that it never would have happened because my dad would have still thought I was a piece of shit if a wonderful girl like her hadn’t thrown her endorsement behind me.

  “Should we take a seat?” Theresa asks, seeing the tense air between me and Dad.

  “Sure,” my mom says, wrapping her arm around me one more time and giving me a side hug.

  All these years I’ve tried to convince myself that I didn’t care what happened with my parents and that the whole void didn’t really matter, but I’m starting to realize just how much it affected me. Christ, I missed my family so fuckin’ much!

  Lola slides into the chair next to me, and Mom sits opposite me, giving me an overjoyed smile as she looks me over. Dad is across from Lola, notably not across from me, and Theresa is at the head of the table to Lola’s right.

  There’s bread and salad out, and everyone starts quietly nibbling at their food while an awkward silence builds around us.

  “So, how was Vegas?” Theresa asks to break the ice.

  “Great!” Lola says. “You should have seen our hotel room. It was huge! There were two bedrooms and this big bar area. And the view was spectacular.”

  “I have some pics on my phone.” I smile, pulling my iPhone from my pocket. My lock screen is still a photo of Lola, but now it’s the surprise picture I took of her the morning we got married.

  My mom takes the phone from my hand and starts swiping through the pictures. Thankfully, my camera roll is clean and I’ve moved my small selection of provocative Lola pics to another album. It’s not like they’re really explicit or graphic; most are just shots I snapped of her first thing in the morning, but anyone would be able to tell from the angle that I was on top of her in bed and that she didn’t have any clothes on under the sheets.

  “That’s the room,” I say, leaning over to look at the screen while Mom zooms and pinches. “This whole area was curved like this, and the bar part was over here.”

  “Wow, that’s so nice,” Mom says, swiping to the next photo.

  “This was a window we had at the back of the bar. It looked into the shower,” I explain when she sees the pic.

  “They had a stripper pole in there. Can you believe that?” Lola volunteers with a laugh.

  “Oh, my,” Mom says, giving her an amused smile.

  “It was a real nuisance, too, because I kept worrying that I’d bump into it if I got shampoo in my eyes,” Lola jokes, keeping things pleasantly light.

  I think Dad cracks a smile, but it’s so microscopic that I can’t really see it.

  “And these ones?” Mom asks, holding out the phone to show me the next photo. It’s Lola with her makeup partially done and her hair in curlers.

  “Those were from when we were getting ready for the red carpet,” I explain.

  I see Dad flinch a little at the mention of a red carpet, since everybody knows what that red carpet was for, and I try to figure out how to describe it without acknowledging the whole porn awards thing.

  “I was basically like Lola’s paparazzi that whole trip. I kept taking pictures of her when she wasn’t looking, and she was so annoyed with me I thought she was going to smack me,” I joke.

  “I definitely wanted to!” Lola laughs and gives me a little punch in the arm. “I swear, these past few months, he’s been determined to constantly capture me when I’m in the most raggedy clothes and my hair is all messed up.”

  Mom chuckles and smiles at us while Dad makes a sort of harrumph and reaches for his wine glass.

  “You’re so Derelicte,” I tease in a Mugatu voice as I nudge her with my shoulder. I turn back to my mom and add, “She has no idea how pretty she is first thing in the morning, so she sometimes throws a fit when I try to take her picture that way.”

  Lola laughs harder, and I put my arm around her to tug her into me, kissing the side of her head. She melts into my side and affectionately rubs my back for a few seconds, which I greatly appreciate.

  Mom glances back and forth between me and Lola in that way she used to a long time ago, like she’s picturing what our babies will look like and what a wonderful future we’ll have together. She’s been doing this since I was about seventeen, and I think she’s secretly a little smug that her prediction came true.

  “The next one should be Lola in her dress,” I say, nodding to my mom.

  She flips to the next pic and makes a marveling sound as she zooms in to see the detail in Lola’s dress. When she looks back at us, she smiles broadly. “That’s beautiful. You looked absolutely gorgeous.”

  “Thanks.” Lola blushes. “I had a few choices, but that was the dress I liked the most.”

  “And that decision was made about five minutes before we went down to the carpet,” I tease. “Mostly because Polly Prissy Pants over here couldn’t make her mind up until the very last minute.”

  “Shut up!” Lola giggles and gives my arm a little smack, which sets
me laughing. She’s just so adorable sometimes.

  “I have one of her with Elvis too,” I say, motioning to the phone. “This guy’s been working at that chapel for, like, thirty years and he stayed in character the whole time.”

  Mom laughs when she sees the pic of Lola and our Elvis impersonator both posing with the classic lip curl. “Jon, how cute is this?” she asks with a huge smile as she hands the phone to my dad.

  “Thankyouverymuch,” Lola says in an Elvis voice.

  This time even Dad chuckles, and I give Lola a look of gratitude. She’s good at this. She’s personable, and she can warm up a room, even when that room includes my hard-ass father.

  “The wedding was hilarious,” she says, beaming. “I think it was probably the most fun I’ve had, and the cherry on top was that I got to marry this guy.”

  She kisses my cheek and leans her head on my shoulder, which makes me breathe out a relaxed sigh. She’s showing them that she loves me. She wants them to see that she chose me and that I’m worthy of her. She has my back big time, and my heart feels like it’s overflowing with how much love I’m getting from her right now.

  By the time Theresa brings out the main course, everybody has been chatting and laughing for about forty-five minutes, and even Dad looks more chilled out. Lola’s charming the hell out of him and talking me up like I’m a fuckin’ rock star. She’s working him. She knows what she’s doing, and I appreciate her paving this path for me.

  “So, honey, how’s the job search going?” he asks her before taking a bite of Theresa’s amazingly delicious chicken cacciatore.

  “I’ve kind of been slowly looking. I’m trying to find something that seems fun this time, since we’re not so strapped for cash.”

  I give her a smile that borders on smug. I’m proud that I’m able to take care of her. When I was younger, I never thought I’d have the bank account I have now, and I’m glad that I have such a perfect wife to share it with. I know Lola hates feeling like a kept housewife, but I really like her just chilling at home with me, so I kind of don’t want her to get a real job.