by Logan Chance
“We’ll all be at your place at seven.”
“Yeah fine.” Hmm, wonder what Chelsea will think of four drunk guys betting on video game battles?
“Tell Chelsea she’ll have to leave,” Declan says through a mouthful of fries.
“Dude, it’s her first night living there. I can’t kick her out.” I crack a smile.
He shrugs as he polishes off his burger. “Whatever. It’s guys night.”
“She’s your sister. You can tell her to leave.”
Chelsea
This is from the bar scene in the first few chapters. In the beginning Declan wasn’t going to know about Chelsea’s modeling job
eyeing Booker to keep his mouth shut about Chelsea.
We’ve been friends for years, so the secret language is understood. He nods his dark-haired head in understanding.
Problem is, we’ve been friends with Declan just as long, and he knows something’s up.
I won’t have to hide my job from Declan. And if Declan doesn’t know, there’s less chance of my father finding out. Yes, I left that little tidbit out earlier. I didn’t really want to get into the psychological dynamics of moving away from my dad and only seeing him during summers and holidays. Seemed a little heavy to lay that on Jonah. ‘Oh, hi. I really don’t want to disappoint my dad with my career choice.’ No, I’m sure he would think it’s silly. And it probably is.
Jonah
DELETED KITCHEN STUFF
So many conversations in the kitchen that didn’t advance the plot
Her hands run down my stomach, tickling me, causing me to laugh.
“Ok, ok, stop.”
“Are you ticklish?” she asks, continuing to run her fingernails down my torso.
I smack her hand away. “No,” I say, smiling.
“Oh my God, yes you are.”
She chases me around the kitchen for only a moment before I grab my camera off the counter and snap her picture.
This stops her.
“Say cheese,” I say, taunting her. I laugh.
She poses for the camera and I snap a few shots.
Chelsea
Another Sex Scene
He pushes the tip inside, and I moan. It feels so good. It stretches me out, and I smile as he pushes in further.
“I love the way you feel,” he breathes against my skin.
And then he keeps pushing, and pounding. My legs wrap around his back, my feet dig into his ass. I grip his shoulders, hanging on for everything.
His rhythm is unmasked. The way he slams into me makes my body go bezerk. I’ve never reacted this way before.
I go wild. I go crazy.
I claw at his back and he growls in my ear. Pumping, thrusting, and jamming into me. It feels so, ahh, I’m so close again.
I match his movements, biting along his shoulder as my body quickly builds. “Oh God,” I moan.
“You make me so hard all the time. Do you like knowing that I want to fuck you all the time?”
I smile. My heart beating so fast I fear it may rip out of my chest. “Yes, Oh, Jonah.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I jerk off thinking about being inside you.”
Thrust.
“Your body’s so tight. Your pussy feels so good,” he groans.
Thrust.
And now I’m lost. I no longer can remember anything before this moment. Nothing else matters. This is the beginning of something special. My heart expands. My dreams come true as his eyes gaze into mine, searching straight through to my soul. It’s magical.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever had before.
His words carry me on. Closer and closer. Bringing me right to the edge. I scream, and yell. I moan and beg.
I tell Jonah I don’t ever want anyone else. I tell him he’s the only one I want.
He tells me he wants the same.
And somewhere during it all, I come so hard all over him.
He keeps pushing, at a thunderous pace. “I’m gonna come, baby.” And he does, pulsing inside me.
My body shivers, and he wraps a strong arm around me after he disposes of the condom.
We spoon, and it’s something I never imagined him doing, but I love every second of it.
“Sweet dreams, Chelsea,” he whispers by the light of the moon.
“You too.” And I drift off to sleep.
Chelsea
ANOTHER SEX SCENE
I always end up with a few extra sex scenes while writing
I want him, and I kiss his neck, and up to his ear, nibbling it between my teeth. “Take me,” I say, sounding like a classic movie like Gone With The Wind or something.
But he doesn’t seem phased by it, his heated eyes land on me, and he growls my name.
And then it is on. He picks me up and straddles me onto his lap. Yes.
I kiss his mouth full on. Sucking his bottom lip, gripping the sides of his face, and grinding along his cock. I’m so turned on, and it’s like a flip has switched because I’ve turned into this little minx. I rock into him as he grips underneath my apron and grabbing onto my ass.
He groans against my lips.
It’s almost too powerful to gaze at him sometimes. His great appearance and sexy attitude make him hot beyond compare.
I slip my panties off as he takes off his jeans and boxers.
I lick my lips.
“Hop on. This ride’s all for you,” he says, huskily, sexily.
I climb on top of him, grinding my body against his. He rolls a condom down his length and guides it right to my opening.
He fills me up and I slam my eyes shut. It’s too much and everything all at once.
It’s everything I want and then some.
I love it. I love the way his dick feels inside me.
He kisses my neck, and it sends shivers coursing through me. I feel it everywhere. Every little nerve ending bursts with a feeling of satisfaction.
“I love your kisses,” I tell him.
“I love kissing you.”
His confession warms me up.
I ride his dick, back and forth, up and down. It feels amazing. It’s as if every star in the sky shines down on us tonight, giving us their blessing and lighting up the night just for us. As if no one else in the world deserves their light.
Jonah is worth it though. He deserves all the flames each star emits. He deserves the night sky in all its glory.
I shut my eyes as he grips my hair with his hand. My body builds and builds. Climbing, reaching, flying until I can’t take it anymore and I’m shouting his name as he pumps into me.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out.
“I won’t.” His mouth hangs open and I take the opportunity to kiss him. Another soul-searing kiss filling his mouth with my tongue.
His tongue tastes mine, and together we tumble into an endless edge of bliss. A tumultuous thunderstorm of orgasms and pleasure.
Passion and desire come together mixing into a perfect cocktail of love.
Who will save me now?
I don’t think anyone can. I’ve had feelings for Jonah for too long.
A schoolgirl crush, turned into something so much more.
His protection, a vision of a life together all bend together to let me know I’m still alive.
He keeps pumping as he sucks along my neck. “I love the way you taste,” he groans.
Yes, keep tasting me. Keep making me feel like the sexiest woman alive. Keep feeling me Jonah. Oh God, it’s all so good.
I want to tell him things. Tell him everything about me. I want to tell him I’ll never leave him. That I want him always.
My orgasm is close, and I squeeze onto his shoulders. “Don’t stop,” I say again.
“Chelsea, never.” And I believe him.
My climax rains down on me like a weathering storm, battering my insides with an insane amount of feelings. I keep grinding as he thrusts a few more times, moaning and groaning. His growls turn me on even more.
He grunts and husk
s out he’s coming, and the sound of his deep voice makes me lose control again.
I cling harder than I ever have to him, never wanting to let go. Wanting him forever.
Jonah
Fight Scene 225
I had actually written the fight scene about 5 or 6 times. Which many of them were deleted. Chelsea just kept coming off very mean and unlikable.
Singing and swaying her hips a bit as earbuds fit snug in her ears.
I step up behind her, placing my hand on each hip. She startles a little, then leans her head back into my chest.
“Hey you,” she says, spinning around. When she catches what I must look like, she asks, “What’s wrong?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Oh no.” She follows me to the living room, and sits next to me on the couch.
“Chelsea, when we…” A knock at the door interrupts my words.
I bound off the couch, and answer the door.
“You have a lot of explaining, asshole,” Declan barges through the door, thrusting a tabloid magazine in my face.
Chelsea leaps from the couch, rushing over. “What’s going on?”
“What is this?” I grab the magazine, and read the headline.
Oh fuck.
No.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Declan grabs it from my hands and gives it over to Chelsea. She reads it. Her eyes going majorly wide.
“Oh no,” she mumbles as she reads the headline ‘New Hollywood actress spotted out with her husband’
“What the fuck, guys?” Declan slams the front door and heads deeper into the house.
“I can explain,” I say, but what do I say? What the fuck do I say?
Chelsea and Declan sit on the couch, both waiting for me to continue.
I scrub a hand down my face. Let me get one more fuck out. “Fuck.”
It always makes you feel better.
“Maybe they just thought we were married? It’s just a mistake. These tabloids are always wrong,” Chelsea says.
“Read the article. They found a marriage certificate from Vegas.” Declan fists his hands together.
“Fuck,” Ok, needed one more, “listen, Chelsea, it was that night. We got too drunk and ended up married. I thought I could get it annulled and everything would be fine.”
Chelsea’s phone rings. “Oh, God, it’s my agent. Oh no, she’s probably seen this.” She gets up from the couch and heads off to her room.
“Look, man. I’m sorry. We were both drunk. I just happened to remember.”
“Yeah, you should have told me. But,” He shrugs. “Maybe you should have told her more.”
“Yeah.” I rub a hand over my shoulder, trying to ease some of the tension building there.
“I gotta go.” He leaves the house.
I sit as patiently as I can, tapping my feet waiting for Chelsea to come out of her room.
When she finally does, a few tears build up in her eyes. “They’re pissed. They wanted me to have this innocent girl persona. And I guess innocent girls don’t get drunk in Vegas and get married.”
“So, are you not doing the movie?” I stand from the couch and head in her direction.
Her shoulders lift, then slump back down. “I don’t know. I have a meeting tomorrow.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” I go to wrap my arms around her, but she brushes them away.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, shaking her head.
“I don’t know. I guess I thought I could handle it on my own.” I gaze into her baby blues, praying she forgives me. “I’m sorry.”
“If I had known I could have told the producers. They could have hid it, or something.” She appears completely defeated.
“I’m sorry,” I say again.
“No, this has almost cost me my career. You lied to me Jonah. You lied,” she says, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“I tried to tell you, but with everything happening, it was just never the right time.”
She shakes her head again. “What good is a relationship if it isn’t built on trust.”
“I don’t know that movie.”
“Oh my God, it isn’t a movie quote, Jonah. It’s real life.”
“I’m sorry I lied, we’ll get it fixed. We’ll get the annulment.”
She steps away from me. “You know who you are?”
I stuff my hands in my pockets, my heart cracking. “Who?”
“You’re Blanche DuBois,” she says, pointing her finger at me.
“What? No, I’m not.” What is she saying?
“Yes, you are. You’ve been lying to everyone.”
I shake my head, stepping closer. “No, I haven’t.”
“But, most of all, you’ve been lying to yourself.” Tears stream down her face as she backs away more.
“What? How?”
“You dated so much, because you were afraid of anything real. You act like you’re happy working at Bunny Hunnies.”
“I am happy,” I say.
“No, you’re not. You can’t get out of your own fantasy life. Just like Blanche,” she says, rushing off to her room.
I follow after her. “Chelsea, you’re wrong. I’m happy with my life. I’m happy with you in my life.”
She slams the door, but I don’t budge.
When she finally exits with a bag in her hand, she brushes past me. “I’m staying with my brother.” She stops, and turns around. “Give me some time.”
“Chelsea, come on.” I can’t believe this is really happening.
She shuts the front door, and I slink onto the couch. Reliving the past hour of my life.
But, the more her words sink in, the more I think about everything.
Chelsea
Agent Meeting Scene
In the beginning, Chelsea was going to keep the movie deal and have a big blow out. But, I needed a real good reason for her to be mad with Jonah, and well losing a movie deal is one of them
Later in the evening, I lay my head down on the couch, and try to get some sleep. My head spins with uncertainty.
I said some very mean things to Jonah. It’s me who should be begging for forgiveness.
I just wish he would have told me, why wouldn’t he?
I close my eyes, fearful of my meeting with my agent tomorrow.
The next day, bright and early I travel to my agent’s office. Nerves are on high alert. I repeat, my nerves are a jumbled mess.
“Ah, Chelsea. Have a seat, please,” Carol says as I enter her office.
The walls are plastered with famous movie posters, and sitting in two chairs beside her desk are Les and Gary.
My nerves kick into overdrive.
Another lady sits beside Carol, and she sizes me up with her gray eyes.
“Chelsea, this is Tori Adams, your publicist.”
I shake her hand and then have a seat across from everyone.
Right behind Carol is a movie poster of A Streetcar Named Desire, and my emotions mix with my nerves and I sit dormant waiting for someone to speak.
“So, I’ve already contacted the press, and my team is working on hiding the story,” Tori says in a shrill voice.
“Hide the story?” I ask.
“Chelsea, are you married? Why didn’t you tell us?” Gary asks, appearing like I stole his favorite kitten.
“It’s complicated. It was a drunken night in Vegas…” I can’t even continue my sentence before Les cuts in, “Oh, so is there an annulment in the works? Or are you and he together?”
I shake my head. “Well, I’m not really sure. I was too drunk, I didn’t even remember…” Again I’m cut off.
“But, you’re a couple now? This is all so confusing, and not very good for business,” Tori spits out.
I don’t like her very much.
“If I can offer my two cents,” Carol starts. “I think we should play up the marriage thing. High school sweethearts, in love. It really gives off the wholesome image we’re goin
g for.”
“High school sweethearts?” I ask.
“Yeah, we did some digging. Jonah and you attended the same high school before you moved to Texas, but you already know that,” Les says.
“And besides, we’ve already given you the stage name of Chelsea Sinder, but it’s so early in the game Chelsea Marshall has a much better ring,” Carol says.
“Oooh, people can wonder if she’s related to Penny Marshall,” Gary says.
“Now that’s a great idea,” Les says.
“Them being drunk in Vegas doesn’t bother anyone?” Tori snarls.
“The only people who knew they were drunk are sitting in this room.”
My mind has drifted, listening to these people who don’t know or care about me decide my fate. I glance at the movie poster. Marlon Brando’s grip on Vivien Leigh.
“I still think we handle the annulment, and they break up,” Tori says.
His grip on her. My mind drifts to a darkened theater, late at night. Jonah leaning so close.
“If they stay married, we can even get a baby after the movie releases. What do you think?” Les asks.
The smell of Jonah’s cologne wafting through my nose. Wanting to kiss him. Wishing and praying he would lean closer.
“I can put the paperwork in for the name change now,” Carol says.
Wandering still, us making love over and over. Wanting him for so long.
“Wait,” I say, jumping from my seat. “Don’t I get a say in all of this?”
All eyes are on me, and they all are shocked. Like maybe I’m the first person to ever interrupt.
“I’m the publicist, and I still say they break up.” She moves closer to me. She plays with my hair. “I mean, are you happy with a guy who didn’t tell you?”
I shake my head. “I won’t have my life dictated like this. Whether I want to stay with Jonah or not should be my choice.”
“We know, dear. We’re just urging you to break up,” Tori says.
“Enough.” I can’t believe these people.
“Chelsea, why don’t we all take a step back.” Carol closes her eyes and raises her hands, putting her fingers in a meditation Ohm pose. “Breathe.”
“No. If I want to stay with Jonah or not, it’s my decision.”
Gary and Les exchange a look of shock with each other.
“Carol, are you kidding? I’m the publicist. I say they break up,” Tori says, circling the room with her Blackberry in hand.