One More Night (Backstage Pass Book 1)

by Ali Parker

  I lifted my hands and took a step back. "I'm happy to help Riley. I was a good guy last night like you asked me to be. We had dinner and I sent her home without stripping her down and licking every inch of her. Why are you in here screaming at me when I did exactly what you wanted me to?"

  I was yelling as I moved toward her. My heart was racing and stomach turning into liquid acid. I was going to vomit any minute.

  "She's coming into the studio before lunch." Deza pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "She's coming in to turn down the contract, Ethan. I just know it. I don't know what you did, but you've fucked up royally this time. Never in our history together have I seen you better matched."

  "I'll get her back."

  "I know you will." Deza crossed her arms over her chest. "By any means necessary."

  Chapter 19

  Riley

  I rolled over in my bed, and ignored the soft knock at the door.

  "Riley... you okay? I thought I heard you crying last night," she whispered roughly as if trying to not wake me if I was still asleep.

  I lay still and held my breath, making sure to keep my eyes closed. Tears welled up in my eyes again, and it had nothing to do with not being good enough for Ethan and everything to do with the embarrassment of rejection. I was a silly girl who thought that just because the universe opened its hand and offered me one dream that I might get access to another.

  I wanted James Bond. Steve Sumner. Philip Jessing. All the men Ethan had made us believe he was. What I didn't want was to stare the real man in the face and know that he could see right through me. That he could almost smell my arousal each and every time we got close. My stomach turned at the thought.

  The door closed and I turned onto my other side, letting out a soft cry in the wet cotton below me. I wanted to run from all of it. The attempted kiss had been so stupid on my part. He was interested in Trish and waiting on a date. Did I think that I was going to trump all of that? And because of a great acting session we had together?

  My phone buzzed again, and I picked it up, reading over the tenth text from Deza to meet her for breakfast and talk everything through.

  I couldn't. Where I was a new face to Ethan, he wasn't new to me at all. I'd fallen in love with him as a cute ten year old on the Mickey Mouse Club just like Charlotte did. This was years of worshiping someone in silence, which was unhealthy and officially over.

  There was no way I could take the part. I had been unprofessional as he'd claimed a few days before. Where I hadn't moved my panties during the scene, I sure as hell made good use of them moving.

  "Slut," I whispered and rolled onto my back as another sob ripped through me. I needed to call Jace. He understood me and our relationship made perfect sense to me. It was about pleasure and nothing else. It was just two good friends who took care of one another and backed off when life rolled a different way.

  Ethan was off limits. A possible co-worker, or was supposed to be one.

  The phone rang, and I pulled it toward me, recognizing Ethan's number. A sad smile lifted my lips, and I tossed the phone off the bed and wrapped back up in my comforter.

  "I'm not interested, Mr. Lewis. Just leave a message and I'll see you soonish." I pulled my pillow over my head as the image of a sexy blond rose to life. She had answered his door after I'd gone back to tell him how I felt, how much I was into him. It took every ounce of courage and humility to turn my car around and go back to his door in the first place.

  He was hurting, and I could feel it all over me. Where he was trying to be professional and courteous, he was also in need of something I could offer. But as with everything else related to him, I'd misread it.

  She smiled as she opened the door and tilted her head. The memory of the moment flooded my mind, stifling me with its simplicity.

  "Hey. Did you need something?" She gave me a quick smile and pulled the door close to her back.

  "Oh, sorry. I had dinner with Ethan earlier and I left my dish here. I can get it tomorrow though."

  The sound of him moaning loudly as if in the throes of orgasm shoved a spear of desire right through the center of me. Realization dawned on me and I couldn't ever remember feeling more rejected. More unwanted.

  "That would be great." She smiled and opened the door, slipping back inside as I moved up and pressed my ear to it to hear him cry out again.

  I barely made it to the bushes beside me before I emptied my stomach of everything we'd shared at dinner.

  Not enough. Never enough.

  ***

  I drove to the studio in silence, trying to decide if my dreams of being someone important were great enough to overcome the truth that I wasn't important at all. I didn’t know if I could handle that truth, much less have it shoved in my face for the next year.

  After parking and sitting in the lot for a few minutes, I gathered my courage and opened the door, pulling my jacket from the backseat and wrapping it around myself. My long gray skirt danced around my legs, whipping me around as if I weighed nothing.

  "Slip into character. You're a young film student with a handsome boyfriend who loves you like you can't imagine a man loving a woman. Your dreams are finally coming true, and you've been offered the starring role in the biggest movie of the year. You're not passing this up. Just hold your head high and make them believe that you're okay. That you're strong. Sexy. Sassy as fuck." I forced myself into the part though tears burned my gaze.

  Deza moved up beside me and smiled. "Hey you. I sure am praying that you've changed your mind, or maybe I’m reading too much into all of this."

  I readjusted the sunglasses on my face and gave Deza a big smile. "Hey. Thanks for being so patient with me."

  "Of course." She reached over and stopped me, turning me to face her. "You never told me what happened. I texted ten times. I almost feel like a stalker."

  "I know, forgive me. I'm not a very open person." I smirked. "Just comes with the territory, right?"

  "Riley." Ethan moved up beside me and touched my arm. "Can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

  "You bet." I turned and nodded toward the picnic bench by the snack table. "You wanna grab a Twinkie? It’s the breakfast of champs."

  Deza let out a strained laugh and pointed to a hallway. "I'll be in here with Frank and the movie producers. You guys join us when you're ready."

  "Will do." I turned and walked toward the table as I swallowed the torrent of emotions raging through me. If I could just get the sound of him moaning out of my head. That and the desire to be the one making him moan like that. Who was she? Did she matter, or was she his Jace?

  "Riley." He gripped my arm softly. "Whatever I did to upset you, I didn't mean to, honestly."

  "What?" I turned toward him and pulled my sunglasses off, having finally gained control of myself. "You didn't do anything. You were great last night. You answered all of my questions and kept everything perfectly professional. It was a test of your character, and you passed it beautifully."

  "It was what?" He lifted his eyebrow as something like hurt brushed across his gaze.

  "I thought maybe you figured me to be like the other women in your life. You know, show up, open my legs for you and then you take complete advantage of me and we start this odd power struggle, but when I tested you with the kiss, you denied me." I laughed warmly. "I'm honestly thrilled to know that we can be co-workers, maybe even friends, but that you understand that that's all we'll ever be."

  "You tested me last night?" He turned to the snack table and grabbed a bag of peanut M&Ms. "Why didn't you just lay down the law? You didn't need to see if I was a sleaze bag."

  "Sure I did." I picked up a Twinkie and licked at the end of it as he turned to face me. "I read about all the women you've taken advantage of. Not that I believe all of it, but some of them knew rather intimate things about you. I just wanted to ensure that I was getting this opportunity as a good actress and not someone you thought would prove to be a convenient fuck buddy whil
e you were away from Trish."

  "Trish?" He was either insanely confused or playing it off well.

  I patted his chest and walked toward the room. "Come on, let's go sign this contract so I can start living my life. A million men willing to do anything to please me. I can't imagine the power." I stopped and turned back as he stopped and slipped his hands in his pockets, his face having lost color.

  His voice was nothing more than a whisper, and where victory should have been mine, it wasn't. Devastation at playing the game to the point of hurting him drove through me.

  "It's a fun ride. Congratulations on getting the golden ticket. I'll protect you the whole time we're flying through it together. You'll protect me too, right, Riley?"

  "Of course." I turned and slipped on my sunglasses, taking a detour to the restroom to empty my stomach and decide what mattered most in life.

  Fame or commonality?

  Lust or love?

  The bright lights of Hollywood or saving myself from possibly the greatest heartache I might ever encounter?

  I wiped my mouth and stared at myself in the mirror as worry, disgust and self-hate ripped through me. I was a good person. Not the type that would play games with another's heart. Ethan was the game player... right?

  "Hey, you coming?" Deza stuck her head in the bathroom and gave me a warm smile. "You've changed your mind, right?"

  "Yeah... I'm coming." I walked numbly behind her, turning to look for Ethan and finding him nowhere. How had we gone from something insanely passionate to awkward coldness?

  It was the difference between fantasy and reality.

  A group of white-haired men glanced up and stood as I walked into the room.

  Frank walked around and gave me a big hug, smiling brightly.

  "So proud of you, kiddo." He introduced me to the others in the room, but I didn't catch anyone's name. I needed to know where Ethan was. To apologize for being so crass with his feelings.

  I'd tested him? What the fuck was that?

  Protection.

  "Here we are, Riley. You just need to sign on the dotted line and we'll start filming in two weeks." Frank touched the small of my back as I leaned over and let out a shaky breath.

  I glanced toward the door as my eyes met Ethan's. He nodded and gave me a curt smile.

  I had to right this even though it was silly to want to. We were nothing and yet something told me that we could be everything to one another one day. Charlotte was right. I had to find a way to keep him close enough to me to have the chance to truly seduce him, or maybe just gently love him from a distance. As a friend, a co-worker, a lover.

  I signed the paper and handed it to Frank as the people in the room clapped and Deza moved in to hug me. "This will prove to be the best decision you've ever made."

  "Yes it is, kiddo." Frank reached out and squeezed my hand. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. Welcome to the bright lights of Hollywood."

  To Be Continued…

  Center Stage

  Bright Lights Billionaire #2

  The bright lights of Hollywood can be blinding at times.

  Riley and Ethan dive head first into the hard work required to produce a blockbuster film. With only ten months to get everything done, they're working around the clock and it shows. The tension between them is building to an explosion neither of them is ready for. In hopes of trying to keep things professional between them, Ethan takes a step back and presents himself in a new light - a more responsible, mature Ethan Lewis.

  The smoke and mirrors takes its toll on both of them, and everyone is starting to notice. It isn't just about their relationship anymore, but about the possibility of messing up both their careers and all of their dreams.

  Chapter 1

  Ethan

  It had been a little over a week since Riley signed the papers to join me in Down Low, and yet the excitement in me hadn't even had a chance to surface yet. A dark depression over all the shit we'd put each other through during the process tainted my resolve to be my normal happy-go-lucky self, but Deza had been working laborious hours to pull me from my funk.

  "Stop dilly-dallying and get that streamer up. I swear you're as useless as a vibrator without batteries." She glanced back at me as she tossed her long black hair over her shoulder.

  "I'm so much better than a vibrator. You know they say girth is far more of a stimulant than any jerking motion could ever be." I shrugged and tossed the packet of streamers to her, hitting her in the butt with them. "Score."

  "Watch it."

  "I am, and I sure do love what I see. You've been working out, haven't you?" I slipped my hands into my slacks and moved to the floor-to-ceiling window as I scanned the parking lot.

  “You know, I’ve always wanted to understand better who they were.” She ignored my come-on and turned, tilting her head to the side a little. She really was stunning in her own way. Darren, or whatever his name was, had to be a complete idiot to let a woman like Deza out of his life.

  “Oh, you know, they are the naysayers. They are the counsel of the high and mighty. They are the definers of all things far and wide.” I lifted my hands and walked around the room as if trapped in a Shakespearian monologue.

  “Why did I ask you? Jeez.” She turned and shook her head as I chuckled.

  “Really? I thought that was pretty good acting. No?” She ignored me, so I continued. “They would have liked it.”

  “Yes, they would.”

  I hated to change the subject, and it wasn’t a smooth transition by any means, but I needed the answer to the burning question inside of me. "How has Riley been?"

  "Good. She's juggling a lot, but she's doing it well."

  "I'm not surprised." I hadn't spoken to her for the last five days, which was a relief and a bit depressing altogether.

  "You're supposed to be mentoring her. Maybe if you could stop thinking with your little head and start thinking with your big one." She chuckled.

  I snorted and turned. "Wait a minute. You want me to start thinking with my cock now? Have I gotten this backward my whole life? Shit. That would be so much easier. Whew. Glad we got that out of the way."

  "You're not going to behave today, are you?" She leaned over, grabbed the streamers and tossed them back to me.

  "Not a snowball’s chance in hell. I feel like I'm on my man-period. It's liable to get ugly up in here." I rolled my shoulders and lifted the package toward her. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? You know people don't use streamers unless they're celebrating a small child's birthday."

  "You're acting like a small child. Get over yourself and help me, or go find something better to do."

  "Like jack-off in the bathroom?" I walked toward the table and laughed as Frank stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips.

  "Why do I feel like this isn't a one-time conversation between the two of you?" He shook his head and walked into the room.

  "Because, Frank, what you guys don't know is that my agent has been sexually harassing me for years. No matter what we talk about, it always goes back to my dick. She should be fired." I turned to enjoy the look on Deza's face.

  Frank patted my back. "I think you're stuck with her, my friend. Besides, no one else would put up with you, your groupies, or your dick for too long."

  "Groupies?" I tossed the streamers to him. "Here, help a sister out and put these up."

  "You're useless. You know that?" Deza moved past me and popped me in the stomach. "While you are here-"

  "Nope. I'm useless, remember?" I dropped down in the chair closest to me and pulled up my phone, scrolling through it until I found the picture of Riley I'd pulled out of my phone's recycling bin like a true addict. She had me by the throat and the balls, and the saddest part was that she didn't know it. Nor would she ever.

  I was grateful that it was a picture on my phone that I had and not a printed photograph. The damn thing would be bent and worn out with torn corners, lip marks on her face and the remnants of jizz sme
ared on the front of it. The very thought of it had a laugh rumbling through my chest where disgust should have been. I was sick, but I was comfortable just being me.

  Riley was the center of my desire, and I had little filter to not give into the naughtiest of thoughts when I was alone with her. Well, her picture.

  "Are you ever going to come clean on what the fuck happened with you guys the night before she signed?" Frank walked over and dropped a bag of balloons in my lap. "Blow on these."

  "Sexual harassment." I tore the bag open and dumped them out beside me. "I'm worth a billion dollars and you guys have me blowing up balloons. What if I inhale too hard and suck one of these fuckers down my throat."

  "I'll take the pictures on my phone." Deza glanced up and smiled toward Frank. “You get them on YouTube?”

  "Yep, and I'll give him mouth to mouth. He's been looking for a reason to snuggle up to me for years. This could be his big break." Frank wagged his eyebrows at me, getting me back good for the first time in a long time.

  "Fuck you both very much." I turned and worked on blowing up a balloon as my thoughts turned back to the sexy librarian-type that would be playing co-star with me in our next film. She'd been given a golden ticket to come live the life that only the bright lights of Hollywood could offer, and I needed to warn her about so many things. Me being one of them.

  Having been an actor since I was old enough to talk, I was numbed to the fame and adoration. It was only skin deep or as far as the wad of cash in my pocket would take me anyway. Riley was new to my world though, and as I'd seen many of my cohorts fall face first before the idol of fame, I felt it my duty to warn her. Funny enough, she just didn't seem like the type that would beckon to the siren's call.

  "Hey... spill, Mister. Frank ran to get us some coffee." Deza sat down beside me and ran her hand over the top of my back.