by Logan Chance
He’ll say, “Hi, Chelsea.” And I’ll say, “Oh, who are you again?”
Asshole.
He thinks he can just marry me and then get it annulled and everything is done.
Ugh.
The day of the photo shoot, I am still a steaming mad mess. I march on set, and Garcia grabs me by the arm.
“Oh, no, hunny, you don’t look happy at all.”
I fake it, like any good actress would do. “Who me?” I smile. “No, I’m perfect. Make me look hotter than hot, Garcia. Work your magic.”
“I do have the magic touch. Sit down.”
I do as he says, and try to let the irritation roll off my shoulders.
The executives are here. And so is my boss, Glenda. So I need to be on top of my game. I need to be even better than that.
I need to be a goddamn professional. I can do this.
But, when I see Jonah…it all fades.
I square my shoulders, and lift my chin. Garcia has done his work, and by the power of his voodoo, I feel like a million dollars.
I get into my wardrobe and tie the white robe around my waist. I’m ready.
“Ok, we’ll start off with you two on the bed like in the practice,” Randall instructs.
I try not to stare at Jonah as I make my way closer to him. He’s on the bed. All ready and gorgeous. Did I mention someone must have done some magic voodoo on him too? Because he looks better than I’ve ever seen.
I shrug it off and climb into the bed.
“Ok, climb on top. Straddle him,” Randall says.
Oh, I hate Randall right now too. I hate them all. But, I do as I’m paid to do.
“Hi,” Jonah whispers and it almost breaks all of my resolve.
I shake it off. Get into character.
“Ok, ready?” Randall asks.
“Yeah,” Jonah says, all husky and sexily.
“Yes,” I pipe out.
And then it’s on. My body reacts like it always does when I’m this close to him. But, my mind is at war.
Every touch sends a tingling sensation all through me. My skin is on fire, and my heartbeat could power all of Asia.
How can he be over me? Did I mean nothing to him?
Shake it off. Don’t think about it.
He fists a hand in my hair, and his lips hover over my neck. Heated breaths tickle my skin, causing a tidal wave of emotion to surge through me.
I lean my head back.
Snap. “Good, keep going,” Randall calls.
And we do keep going. Suddenly, I forget anyone else is in the room, and I’m here with Jonah like I’ve always been.
I want to tell him so many things. But, I keep my mouth shut. It’s all just hand movements and pretend want guiding us to each perfect shot.
After a while, Randall calls us to stop.
“Ok, time for the shower,” Glenda calls as giddy as a schoolgirl.
This is gonna suck.
Jonah
Chapter near the end
I had originally had Jonah and Chelsea going to do another shoot together. Where they’re mad and it gets them back together. This scene was too hot to get rid of
This is gonna suck.
It’s a one-hundred percent fact Declan told her I’m over her. She’s not happy with me. At all. And I question for a few minutes if Declan steered me down the wrong path.
Her eyes are alight with a fire of hatred running through them.
Her every touch is calculated with malice.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d fear for my life with her.
But, it only strengthens my resolve to know…she’s upset because she does in fact love me too, right? Right? Please say, I’m right.
I have to be.
She goes off to change into her nude suit. The one that makes me hard as a rock instantly. Yeah, that one.
Doing this photo shoot with my best friend’s little sister is about to get hard…and yeah that’s my pun.
I step into the shower.
Randall rushes over. “The executives said they want you two to get a little more nastier in the shower.”
“Nastier how?”
“Well, I didn’t really ask. Should I go back and ask?” He’s such a kid. Barely twenty and no with no clue sometimes.
“No, don’t ask. I’ll figure something out.”
And then she walks out. And my jaw drops. Her nude suit she wore last time is different. Like barely non-existent.
Is she even wearing close? I have to squint to get a better glimpse of her. Barely clothed. Thank God. Cause I’m ready to yell at everyone in the room.
“Ready for Sincock,” Stan yells, and I’m ready to kill him too.
She steps into the scorching hot water with me, and my pulse picks up.
Stan clicks on the fog machine, and the room steams up.
Nastier, right.
“Chelsea,” I whisper in her ear. “The execs want us to get nastier in here.”
“What do you mean?”
But before she can finish her last word, I have her hair in my hand and am pushing her down to her knees.
Fuck.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Randall’s going crazy with the camera, and I continue to stay with the moment.
Chelsea’s big blue eyes gaze up at me, and I swear…if all these people weren’t here…I’d be fucking her mouth right now.
But, she hates me.
She puts her hands on my thighs, and yeah, my cock grows. Fuck.
Get it together.
“Oh, I see part of you still wants me,” she says.
We’re both in the shower, and the sounds of us talking is drowned out by the rush of the water.
She rises to her feet, and turns around. I rush up behind her, leaning her head to the side.
“Every part of me still wants you,” I say as I brush my lips against her neck.
Her palms are flat against the glass door, and I stroke down her body, all the way to her ass. They want fucking nasty…fine.
I slap her ass.
“Yes, great. Do it again,” Randall calls out to us.
I shoot him a wicked smile and he snaps another shot.
Whack.
I smack her luscious ass again.
She moans.
“I want you, Chelsea. I’ve never stopped wanting you,” I say, smacking her ass one last time.
She turns around, and I lift one leg over my hip. “I thought you were over me.”
“Over you? Hardly.”
She pushes on my chest, and I grab both her wrists with one hand. I raise them over her head.
“Well, I’m over you,” she says with defiance.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes I am.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Unable to take it anymore, I crush my lips to hers. And it’s game over for me.
She tugs away slightly, then fully succumbs to my touch. The room fades away, hel the whole Earth fades away.
It’s only me and her. And I want nothing more than to claim her again right here. I want her to forgive me. For us to be together.
Hell, I think I even want to stay married. No fuck that, I do.
Truth is, it was my idea in Vegas…and I wasn’t even that drunk.
It was the way her eyes caught the light of the city when she gazed into my eyes outside the Bellagio. It was her smile. It was when I was pounding deep inside her against the wall in the Monte Carlo, that I knew I never wanted anyone else ever again.
She took this playboy and made sure he’d never want to play the field again.
My hands tug at her hair, deepening the kiss. Her ass slams against the glass door, and I push my body into her.
“Cut, that was hot guys,” Randall says.
Chelsea pulls apart from me. My mind is cloudy and the water runs down my face.
“Wait,” I call out to her. But, Glenda is already handing her a towel as Chelsea steps out of the shower.
Gl
enda stops me. “Get dressed, the executives would like to speak with you.” She flings a towel at me and I cover myself up.
No need showing everyone the situation going on in my briefs.
I dress as quickly as humanly possible. I want to catch Chelsea before she leaves.
But, a man in an expensive suit stops me before I can even reach her.
“You’re Jonah (last name)?” he asks, straightening his, I don’t know, million dollar tie.
“I sure am.” I drag the last word to wait for a name.
“Mr. Feingold, editor-in-chief of the LA Times.”
He has got my attention. Keep talking. “Nice to meet you.”
“Let’s take a walk.”
I follow him out the hotel room door and through the hallway, then into the elevator.
“What can I do for you?” I ask when we’ve entered the lobby and have entertained enough small talk possible.
“I’ve seen all your work. Even the photo you submitted into The New Yorker.”
I smile. “Oh, yeah? The children playing in the busted fire hydrant?”
“Yes. You have a real eye for a great shot. I really was impressed with your ideas for this ad campaign.”
“But, you work for the lingerie (name)?”
“I’m more of a consultant. My friend told me I had to come and see your work, and I’m glad I did.”
“Thanks.” My cheeks grow hot and I tug at the back of my neck.
“I want you to consider coming to work for the Times.”
I’m about to shout yes, but he continues, “It would be different from your work here at Bunny Hunnies, but I’m confident you can handle it.”
“Thank you, sir. Wow.”
“Come see me on Monday. Bring your portfolio.” He hands me his business card and I shake his hand.
We say goodbye and I promise to meet him on Monday. I can’t wait to tell Chelsea. And then my heart plummets. First, I need to find her.
And beg her to forgive me.
And…and…and…
Chelsea
Chapter Nearing the End/First Ending
That shower scene was intense. I didn’t mean to get so carried away. I still hate Jonah. Ok, hate is a strong word. I really really dislike him. A lot.
I mean, he’s over me. Pfft.
I’ll show him who’s over who.
As soon as I find him.
I’ll march right up to him and tell him how I hate him. Not hate, just really dislike. Ugh. I can do this.
But, it’s a lot harder after the things he said to me during the photoshoot. His hands in my hair had me grounded to him.
I wanted it all back with him. Well, of course I did. I love him.
He stands in the lobby with his back to me, shaking the hand of one of the men in a nice business suit.
I don’t dare interrupt. I may be mad, but I’m not an idiot.
I hang back, waiting for my opportunity.
When he’s free of the man, I take a few steps closer. I tap him on the shoulder, more like poke him really hard.
“Jonah,” I say with a tone laced with fire.
He spins around. “Oh thank God, Chelsea, I wanted to talk to you.”
I cut in, “No, you don’t get to speak,” He snaps his mouth shut. “I’m talking now. How could you?” I poke a finger into his hard chest.
He raises a brow. “I…uh…”
I cut in again. “No, shh. How can you be over me? How could I mean nothing to you?”
“Chelsea, of course I’m not over you.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m so mad at you.”
“I’m sorry. I should have told you about Vegas, but a part of me was happy we were married. I can’t explain it.”
“I’m not happy you didn’t tell me.”
He steps closer, holding his hands out. “I’ll tell you everything.”
“Well, maybe not everything.”
“Nope too late. You’ll hear everything.” He laughs.
He grabs me in his arms and I lean back. “I’m still upset you told Declan you were over me.”
“Hey, I had to get you to talk to me somehow,” he says with a smile, and then leans down to kiss me.
The End
Chelsea
Epilogue Deleted
Epilogue with Chelsea still working as a movie star had she never lost the part
It’s my first day. My first day on a new pilot. The story is great and I’m sure it’ll be picked up by the studio. And best thing, I’ve got one of the main roles.
It’s all thanks to Jonah really.
That ad campaign hit nationwide, and we became a sensation overnight.
He took the job at the LA Times, and hasn’t looked back. He’s so much happier now. Although I’m still his favorite subject to snap a picture of.
“You’re going to do great today,” Jonah says, sticking his head into the kitchen where I’m trying to manage a little food down before I go today.
I’m a bundle of nerves. “Stop, or you’ll make me lose focus…get it?”
He kisses me on the cheek. “Yeah babe, I get it.”
And he does get it, whenever he wants. All the time. Get it?
Jonah
ANOTHER LUNCH SCENE WITH DECLAN
Declan will be a plastic surgeon once his story comes in 2018, but during this story, he’s still in medical school. So this scene was removed for a few of those reasons.
A few hours later, I decide to meet Declan for lunch. I’m kind of nervous for our meeting. Only because I feel like at any moment I may shout out the words ‘your sister is modeling swimsuits’. I won’t, but still it’s a thought that crosses my mind frequently.
I head into one of our favorite places to eat. A little small diner off Broadway. The door swings open as a group of guys exit out.
“Hey Playboy, over here,” Declan calls, waving his hand.
I spot him in a back booth and I easily make my way past all the other customers. “Hey.”
My nerves settle when I sit and he launches into his night with Zanna. I guess they went home together.
“I’m already loving the fact Chelsea isn’t living with me anymore. I feel free.”
“Yeah, great.” The nerves are back. “Did she get everything packed up?”
“I think so. Listen, you know how these LA guys are.” He laughs. “I mean, they’re kind of like us. Different girl every night of the week, right?”
I smile. “Yeah, I guess.”
“I just don’t want her to get mixed up in all of that.”
I nod as the waitress stops by to grab our order. “Let me ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Hooking up with Zanna, would you ever grab the magazine to check it out.” Let him say no, please let him say no.
He shakes his head. “No need. I’ve seen it all, my friend.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Cool.”
“That one girl was digging you last night. Who did you end up taking home last night?”
“Uh, I took home your sister remember,” I say, grabbing a straw and sticking it into the Coke the server just placed in front of me.
He doesn’t say anything right away. His eyes dart back and forth between mine. “But, nothing happened, right?”
I lean back. “Come on, dude. That’s your sister, and she passed out on my couch.”
He relaxes, and I don’t. I also don’t tell him how she ended up in my bed. But, I’m sure that was the liquor, or the extreme discomfort of my couch.
Either way, nothing happened. And nothing ever will happen. Case closed.
His phone chimes and he reaches into his pocket and stares at it. “Fuck.”
“What is there a boob emergency?”
“No,” he shoves the phone in my face, “fucking Zanna. She wants to hang out.”
I glance at the text message and sure enough, she wants him. “Tough luck.” I laugh.
In all actuality, I’ve heard Zanna is
a pretty nice girl. I’ve never hung out with her much, but maybe Declan should give her a chance.
But, knowing Declan that would never happen. He’s a hit it and quit it kind of guy. And he really is too busy to even think about dating.
What with the boobs and all. He says they need his constant attention.
“She has great melons. But, she isn’t that smart,” Declan says, leaning back against the booth. His sandy blond hair appears disheveled and I’m sure it’s from the stress and him running his fingers through it all day long. Maybe if he cut his fucking hair. Or used gel like the rest of us.
Also, Declan is a total tit guy. He loves them, which is perfect for the job he has.
I guess we’re both kind of lucky in that aspect.
“I’ve heard Zanna is a real catch,” I say after our food arrives.
He takes a huge bite of his burger. “Not interested.”
I drop the subject because honestly, I am not here to be Declan’s matchmaker in his journey to finding a soulmate.
I honestly think there isn’t a woman around who could handle the likes of him.
“So, back to Chelsea.” He squirts a little ketchup on his plate. “She’s trying to start dating now. I don’t know, but just watch her. Make sure the guys are on the up and up.”
“Yeah, of course.” Images of Chelsea bringing guys over to the apartment fire off in my mind. I haven’t had a roommate since Declan back in junior college before I dropped out. And I’ve never lived with a girl.
One brother, only girl I’ve ever lived with is my mother.
So, it will definitely be something to get used to. Then the images switch to all things girly taking over my house.
Makeup in the bathroom. Bras and women lingerie all over the place. Ok, I don’t know what girls do, like I said, I’ve never lived with one. But, I’m sure there’s going to be an overabundance of feminine things.
I’ve lost my appetite.
Just kidding. I’m like Declan, I could eat while watching open heart surgery. Well, maybe not that but I can hold my own.
“What are your plans tonight?”
“It’s Monday. What do we do every Monday night?”
“Just checking to see if you’re still on,” he says.
“Of course I am. It’s a chance for me to win everyone’s money. No brainer.”
“Not tonight. I’ve been studying.”
“Yeah, ok,” I say with a hint of sarcasm. And by hint I mean a lot.