by Avarice Rose
THREATENED
LOS ANGELES LIGHTS
[A HOLLYWOOD ALPHA BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE]
BOOK 2
AVARICE ROSE
OTHER BOOKS IN THE LOS ANGELES LIGHTS SERIES:
FOUND
THREATENED
BETRAYED
REVEALED (coming soon)
TURNED (coming soon)
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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I'm no movie star, but waking up next to the love of my life every morning makes me feel like a shining gem. Zack and I have been dating steadily for the past six months, and it's been nothing short of fantasy. When we disagree, we don't have a petty argument. Instead, we take the time to discuss how we feel and what actions we think we should take. We apologize and make up after that, sometimes in rather intimate ways. He doesn't belittle me, nor do I berate him for anything he chooses to do. Our lives are intertwined as well as separate in all the right areas. It's practically the perfect relationship. The word is that other Hollywood couples are incredibly envious of what we have because it is so rare. I’ll admit that after the events that occurred after our first night together, I was a bit weary of being with someone who is constantly in the spotlight.
Zack got a message from his publicist while he was driving me home after our first night together, informing him that some of his Zack’s pathetic groupies had broken into my apartment. I don’t know what they were doing there, or how in hell anyone knew where my damn apartment was - and I really don’t want to know how they got that information - but the second Zack got that message he whisked me away to his guest house just outside of the city for my own safety. We had only been together one night, but his fierce demonstration of protection towards me made me fall head over heels in love with him extremely quickly. We really haven’t been apart since.
Zack always says that fate brought us together, that other people are jealous because they choose to ignore their destiny. Instead of making a change when they're unhappy, they blame it on everyone else and continue to engage in the unhealthy behavior that leads them to sorrow and despondency. I certainly feel lucky to have found a man as mature as Zack, especially in this intense section of the world where sex and cheap gimmicks are the only things that sell.
Immediately after the night at the pier and the whole apartment fiasco, Zack gave up indulging in typical LA scripts and started producing better films that were more inclusive of women and engaging for a wider range of audiences. I was proud of him for changing up the regular pace and giving the younger female generation more to look forward to than uncomfortable high heels and expensive make-up lines. He still lived a life of luxury – which I was still uncomfortable with – but he was also giving a great deal back to the community and supporting projects that encouraged equality and increased opportunities for lower income families. I felt confident standing next to him as he made changes happen. It's all I ever wanted to do with my life.
I insisted on keeping my apartment, even as our relationship blossomed into a full-time romance, just for my own peace of mind. It became something of a fortress later as we used it frequently to hide from news vans and paparazzi. My life was really turning around for the better and part of that was Zack's fault. Maya said she'd never seen me so happy, that my face had been on a perpetual downward droop since the first day I moved to LA. Now, the corners of my lips were pointed straight up to the sky and wouldn't go down even in my sleep - or so Zack claims.
Today was a particularly wonderful day because it was the premiere night of one of my scripts. Jeb had finally accepted one of my screenplays three months prior, and my head exploded when he told me. He had called me on my lunch break to explain that he was absolutely in love with the lead character, that her strength and boldness was incredibly sexy. He wanted to start producing it immediately. I remember driving over to Zack's office just to tell him the amazing news, and I ended up getting slammed against his office desk in heated celebration. I was late returning to work, but it was worth it.
I slid out of bed and stretched, turning back to gaze at the man who had done a million and one things for me in so many ways. I smiled as I went to the kitchen to make coffee. As I poured myself a bowl of cereal, my phone buzzed from the room. I ran to retrieve it, hoping I hadn't woken up my man. It was an overly excited text from Maya written mostly in all caps about the premier and how she was proud of me for persevering. I responded that I was excited as well and that she should really tone it down before we got to opening night. When I finished typing, I sat next to Zack on the bed and stroked his hair. It was getting long. He said he'd have it cut before tonight, but I told him I liked it long. It made him look sexy.
As I stroked his hair from his face, his eyes opened slowly and focused on me. They were glowing in the morning light, his pupils fully dilated to absorb every bit of my image. If anything was a sure sign that Zack loves me, it's that right there. It's as if he wants to see all of me at once and never forget even the most minute detail. A smile crossed his lips as he recognized my face.
“Good morning, my love. How did you sleep?”
He reached up to stroke my face, and a shiver worked its way up my spine.
“I slept well. I just put the coffee on. Would you like some?”
“Definitely.”
I rose and went back to the kitchen to make him and myself a cup of coffee before we both had to run off for the day. It was going to be difficult concentrating on doing anything else except attending the premiere tonight. I wanted to see my work lit up on that giant silver screen, thousands of eyes focused only on what I've created for them to perceive. They would get a taste of a real heroine, and they would be able to relate to her. They wouldn't have to sift through regurgitated stereotypes of women in a futile attempt to find the one most suitable for them. They would be able to see themselves reflected in her eyes, just as strong and beautiful as ever. Never would they question their body or mind because of some impossible standard that Hollywood set for them. Now they could see real women and not be afraid of their own bodies.
I was so excited.
Zack could tell I was overwhelmed by my excitement because my hand was shaking while I poured our coffee. He steadied my hand with his and smiled.
“Sky, it's going to be okay.”
“I know. I'm just so nervous about my work being presented to the entire world.”
He nodded, understanding completely how it felt to be subjected to public criticism. I leaned into his shoulder and sighed.
“I just don't have the mental fortitude to handle this. What if they don't like it?” I asked, peering up at him with worried eyes.
“They will love it.” He whispered.
* * *
I was amazed by the crowd that was waiting for us at the front of the cinema. Zack's driver pulled us up to the red carpet as cameras surro
unded the door, the hum of a thousand people muffled by the tinted windows. I stared through the dark glass, waiting. It was frightening being so popular. I'd never known more than ten people at a time, and that included work. I was so sheltered having grown up in a small town in the Pacific Northwest and never being exposed to the expansive world beyond the borders of my town. I could tell you anyone's name in that town and knew every inch that was important. Now I had over thirty casual friends who would meet us at any given place, and I couldn't tell you half their names.
Before opening the door, Zack took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. It comforted me amidst the flash of light. He kissed my cheek and then we jumped into the sea of screams, washed over by the electric energy of people wanting to touch, talk, and taste. I was wearing a white Dior gown that dipped down low to my belly, coming up around my shoulders in a halter style and revealing my back. Zack wore a white tux to match. His skin glowed golden bronze against the white, and his icy blue eyes simply sparkled. We were gorgeous underneath the brilliant diamond light, and I couldn't help smiling. As we made our way up the carpet, we posed a few times and signed a few autographs, my signature looking so dull next to Zack's. I made a mental note to practice.
Inside, we were shown to our seats in the front row. As we settled in, the rest of the guests greeted us with gloved and jeweled hands, congratulating me on my instant stardom. I smiled kindly but felt a pang in my stomach that most of these people were being fake. They just wanted to appear supportive so that they could gain some social points. Maya arrived before I could fully panic. I grabbed her hand.
“Tell me this isn't happening,” I whispered through my teeth.
“Sky, it's okay. This is happening, and everyone is going to love it.” She patted my hand and sat back, the theater suddenly growing dark and the curtains parting to reveal the giant screen.
I sank down into my seat as applause filled the room in heated anticipation of what I'd written. As the screen lit up, I sank even further down until Zack scooped me back up and held me with his arm. He had been such an amazing support system. I felt him press his lips to my cheek which calmed me a bit as the movie unfolded.
But this wasn't what I had written.
To my dismay, the entire plot had been twisted without my knowledge and my lead female had been transformed into a sex object. I gripped Zack's hand tighter and tighter, betrayal and hurt filling my gut as the trashy plot progressed. This was no different than the womanizing stories that they had previously created, something I had vehemently avoided during my writing process. For my name to be attached to this crap was a travesty. The credits finally rolled up the screen, and I stormed down the aisle out to the front where I tried desperately to hold in a sob with the back of my wrist. Zack's limo pulled up, and I dramatically fell into the car, the cushions catching me as I collapsed into a fit of dry sobs.
Zack appeared next to me, pulling me into his arms and trying to calm me as I did my best not to hyperventilate. He smoothed my hair from my face that was once up in an elegant bun. Had my body not been in sheer shock, I would have been balling like a baby.
“I can't believe they did that to me,” I whispered incredulously into his shoulder, the limo suddenly lurching forward through LA traffic. “Why?”
As a response, Zack kept me wrapped in his broad arms, rocking me back and forth in an effort to calm me. I didn’t quite regain my composure before we finally reached his mansion. He carried me up the stairs and laid me out on a couch in his bedroom where I threw my arm over my eyes that finally managed to cry tears now that we had reached the comfort of our home. I felt so ashamed and defeated. I'm done trying to make a difference in the world. It didn't want to change. My efforts to help us progress forward were utterly pointless. Zack rubbed my head again and kissed my arm.
“Those men are bastards for destroying your work. To hell with them!” He stood and yelled at the tall windows of his bedroom. He then suddenly turned to me. “I will produce your work. We will make it so amazing that they can't possibly ignore it!”
I shot up from the couch, happy tears replacing the exasperated ones.
“Do you really mean that, babe?”
“Of course I do!” He swept me up into his arms and spun me around. He knew I loved it when he did that. “I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before. We can work together, and I will produce your stories. You won't ever have to deal with that lousy Jeb ever again.”
I giggled as he spun us around, the dizziness hitting me hard as we landed on the bed and rolled around kissing. I suddenly felt like I was on top of the world again, my fear replaced with such strength that I wasn't sure I could handle all the excitement at once.
“I already sold them the script that they destroyed.” I pointed out.
“We'll choose a different one. I'm sure you have hundreds. Go fetch your bag and we'll go through them right now.” He said.
I excitedly jumped from the bed and ran to my tote in the hall where I kept a number of scripts that were ready to be read, just in case I ran into someone who truly appreciated my style of writing. Zack poured through my portfolio and chose one that struck his fancy. He raised it up and announced his decision was final to the invisible audience before us. I tackled him from across the bed, the joy in my stomach turning into a ravenous hunger for his body. Papers scattered across the floor as I tore his white suit from his body, almost destroying the beautiful silk shirt that he had just purchased earlier in the day for the occasion. The buttons flew off in random directions, pattering against the plush carpet. I could fix his shirt later.
I gently dug my nails into his chest and sucked his nipples, eliciting soft moans from his lips. As I traced the scar on his chest with my finger, I trailed my lips down his stomach to the hem of his slacks, pulling them back slightly with my teeth. I rubbed against the surface of the fabric in circles until I felt him grow hard against my cheek. I pulled down his boxers with one hand as my other wrapped around his chiseled backside, pulling him closer towards me. Looking up coyly into his eyes, I took him fully into my mouth, lips wrapped tight around his massive erection. Zack groaned and bucked into my mouth, pushing himself deeper into my throat than I was normally comfortable with. This time, however, he couldn't get deep enough to satiate the burning need I had for him.
I pulled back and teased the head of his penis with my tongue, circling the tip until the noises coming from his mouth grew desperate. I spent a few minutes teasing him before finally devouring him whole, sucking and pumping with my mouth in fast, ravenous movements. I forced my lips all the way down to the base of his cock even though his girth felt large enough to break my jaw. I greedily sucked him to the back of my throat and started massaging his shaft with my lips, my hands cupping the soft, tight skin of his testicles.
Whenever we were getting hot and heavy, we always went straight into sex. We were usually too desperate for each other's bodies that we often skip foreplay and go right into the hard stuff. Partially because we preferred the intimate nature of having sex face-to-face, partially because I wasn't too experienced in the sex department and he was taking my 'education' slow. This time, however, I wanted to experience every inch of his body, one piece at a time.
As I continued to work my lips around his cock, he took hold of my hair and guided my movements with his hand. I moaned while sucking, grabbing his other hand and pulling it down to massage my breast.
When he released his grip on my hair, he sat up and reached down to pull up my gown. His fingers danced across my satin panties and circled my clitoris with his fingers. Once Zack had me moaning and wet, he reached further down and inserted his finger into my aching opening that so desperately needed to be fucked more than anything right now. First one, then two, then three. He had magic fingers, and after a few seconds, he had me almost screaming, which was muffled thanks to his swollen cock in my mouth. I didn't think it possible, but I could feel him grow even harder in my mouth. I could feel his overwhelming need
groaning from his lips, desperately saving himself so he could ravish my body like the animal he truly is.
I heard him growl as he pumped his cock into my mouth, every bit of him shaking to be inside of me between my legs instead of down my throat. Sweat covered his chest as I pulled away and raised myself up to meet his lips with mine, slowly tracing them with my tongue as I continued to massage his manhood with my hands. Zack growled again and grabbed me by the waist and flipped me around, tearing my dress to shreds with his nails as he bent me over the foot of the bed and pushed himself inside of me with aggressive force. I arched my back as he pounded me from behind, a position we rarely ever engaged in because we prefer to watch each other's faces while we make love. But tonight, it seemed to be exactly what I needed. Each time he penetrated me, it rattled my entire body, and I rolled my eyes up to the back of my head in ecstatic bliss. He could push so deep into me in this position; my body shuddered with each thrust. He filled me completely, yet my body still ached for him.
Zack traced the curve of my back up to the base of my neck and tangled his fingers in my hair, grabbing hold. He pulled my head back as he started thrusting harder, causing the bed to move in sync with his rhythm, pounding against the wall as he pounded into me. I was sure his cleaning staff could hear us from downstairs, but I didn't really care. I was positive they were accustomed to this sort of noise. Knowing someone might have been listening made me moan louder as Zack pulled out of me and flipped me back over before jumping into the bed himself. He sat up and lifted me onto his lap, and I lowered myself down on top of him so that we were making love sitting up and facing each other. He began to convulse slightly as I pressed my body down harder, his nails growing suddenly and digging into my flesh. My clit rubbed against his pelvis as I ground into him harder and harder, and I could feel the pleasure building, almost painfully unbearable. I cried out as he came, a hint of his wolf appearing briefly to howl as he shook beneath me. I rode his climax like a wave and reached my own peak in absolute ecstasy, biting into his neck as my body shuttered from the sensation. I ground into him to prolong the orgasm, managing to maintain the ecstatic sensation for nearly a minute as we pressed so deeply into and over one another, rhythmically clenching our bodies until we were our of breath and physically exhausted. We both collapsed on the bed panting into each other's arms in bliss.