Hollywood Playboy

by Natasha Madison

  “I was hoping you would be in bed with me tonight, and I wanted to show you how special today was for me,” he says, his hands cupping my face. “Walking down the carpet with you, I was proud.” His hands go to the zipper on the side of the dress, and he slowly unzips me. After he pushes the one shoulder off me slowly, it falls to my lap, leaving me in my strapless black bra. I reach out and grab his belt buckle now and then his button, and the sound of his zipper fills the room. He pulls me to my feet, then his hands go to my waist, and he pushes the dress to the floor. He sees my very little, barely there panties. Pulling the little strings on the sides, he snaps them off. “Umm, you are going to have to replace those, ya know.” He just smirks at me, knowing that he has me exactly where I want to be. The scraps of my panties fall to the floor on a sigh, and his mouth comes down on mine as he slides his fingers into my slit. Once my wetness coats his fingers, he slides two fingers in me. My hands are hungry to feel him, so I put my hand in his boxers, fisting his cock. My hand mimics his pace. His head goes from right to left, trying to get the kiss deeper and deeper, his hand moving faster and faster in me. His cock gets bigger and bigger in my hand, then he pulls away from me, my hand falling from his cock.

  “No,” he says, kicking his pants away. “We come together this time.” He goes to the side table and gets a condom out, and then walks back to me. I grab the condom from his hand.

  “You know I’m on the pill,” I tell him, and I know he sees me take it every morning. “I’m assuming you’ve gotten tested lately.”

  “Last month,” he says. “I haven’t ever done it without one.” I shake my head, dropping the condom to the floor. “You sure about this?”

  I grab his hand and bring him to me, turning and getting on the bed. He crawls in after me; I lie in the middle of the bed. My legs open for him, and he gets between them. As he rubs his cock up and down my slit, I get on my elbows to watch. We don’t say anything when he slowly enters me, but he hisses as he watches his naked cock disappear in me. His hand goes from my hip up my back, moving me to him. He buries his head in my neck, and my hand holds his head, leaving me with just one elbow on the bed. He slowly fucks me, and the only sounds in the room are our soft pants. Neither of us says anything about this exact moment, but it’s not lost on us. He moves his head out of my neck, his eyes watching mine, and when he plants himself fully in me, we both come. His face comes closer to mine as he takes my mouth with his, my elbow finally giving out. I wrap my limp limbs around his, not ready to break this moment, and neither is he.

  We may or may not have passed the point of no return tonight, and it’s scary as hell.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Tyler

  TYLER BECKETT’S STAR-STUDDED MOVIE PREMIERE. FIND OUT WHO LEFT WITH WHO!

  She lies on my chest with her arm thrown across my stomach and her leg over my hips. I watch her sleep, thinking about the past two days. I grab my phone and take a picture of us. I kiss her head for the picture, and you see her naked shoulder. She must feel me awake because I feel her breathing change, so I know she’s woken up. Her eyes blink open, and she looks up at me. “What time is it?” she asks me, and I look at the phone.

  “Almost eight,” I tell her. “We have two hours before we have to be downstairs.”

  “We missed our workout again,” she says, hugging me tighter instead of getting up. The past two days have been a dream as the two of us experienced Paris together—with my parents, of course.

  She refused to leave them out while they were here, and of course, me being me gave us certain perks. Like the Louvre being open to only us on Tuesday. The four of us walking down the halls, checking out all the art with my hand in hers. Being able to kiss her when I wanted without looking over our shoulder was worth everything. We had family dinners together, and by the time I kissed my parents goodbye yesterday afternoon, they had fallen in love with her. We brought them to the private plane, and with her hands around my waist, we watch my parents take off.

  “Can you believe that the month is almost over?” she says to me, and my hand now rubs her shoulder. “We have New York and LA left.”

  I’m trying not to think about the fact that once we get home, I’m heading to the ranch for a month if not more. “Yeah, it’ll be good to be settled,” I say while she gets off me, grabbing her robe and going into the bathroom. “You want the usual?” I ask her about the room service.

  “Yes, please,” she says from the bathroom; the sound of water being turned on means she’s taking a shower. Last night, we went to her room, and she brought her clothes to wear today, and she’ll stop in her room to grab her bag. I order her the usual yogurt with fresh fruit and granola, but I also include some croissants, knowing it’s her favorite. I get up and put on my own robe, going to sit outside on the balcony.

  She returns from the shower fifteen minutes later with her hair on top of her head and the robe tied around her waist. “The flight is eight hours.” Sitting on the chair next to me, she waits as the butler comes in and places the food on the table. She picks up her coffee cup. “I’m going to miss this view.” Taking a sip of coffee, she says, “It’s just as pretty during the day as it is at night.”

  We finish eating, and I go take my own shower. When I come out, she’s sitting on the bed dressed in tight white capris and a light pink short-sleeved shirt that is short in the front and longer in the back with pink Converse. “I’m going to go down.” She comes over to me and kisses my lips. “See you later.” She kisses me again, grabs her bag, and heads out.

  I’m putting on my sweater when I hear a knock on the door. Walking to it, I open it and see Cassie there with her bag. For the past two days, she’s been gone. She took off to visit a couple of friends who live in Cannes. “Hey there.” She comes in the door, closing it behind her. “Who is excited to get back to the good ole U S of A?” She smiles. “Are you packed?”

  “Yeah,” I tell her, closing the door and walking back to the room while she sits on the couch. “Did you have a good visit?”

  “I so did,” she says while I get my bag and bring it out of the room. “It was good to get away. Listen, I have to say something,” she starts, and I look at her. “I’m sorry about what went down with Jessica and the red carpet.” I don’t say anything. “I took matters into my own hands, and I was wrong to do that. I just thought with your parents here that it would be special for you to walk with them.”

  I nod my head. “I appreciate that, but the next time you think of taking matters into your own hands, I get the final say.”

  “Totally,” she says smiling, “now where do we want to eat in New York?”

  “What is the schedule like?” I ask her, grabbing my backpack and wheeling my own luggage out for the first time. “Is it a three day?”

  “Actually, we land, and the next day is both interviews and red carpet, and then we take off on the red-eye.”

  “Let’s see how it goes once we land, and we can make a decision there.”

  “I also have your apartment ready in case you wanted to stay there.” I nod my head. “Perfect. I’ll have it set up.”

  We get to the lobby, and the two days off did everyone wonders because they all look rested and happy. I talk to a couple of people before we get on the bus. Jessica waits at the front door with Autumn and Kendall with her sunglasses on. I don’t get to sit next to her on the bus. Getting on the plane, I walk in and see the seat next to her open, so I toss my backpack in the chair. I walk to the front to get a water bottle, then turn and go back to my seat. “Hi,” I say, looking around.

  “Hey,” she says casually, “how are you?”

  “Good, well rested,” I tell her, and she continues the conversation as if we didn’t wake up together. The eight-hour flight is long, very long. We watch a couple of episodes of Dateline, then I get up and go eat with Cassie. Jessica opens her laptop and is so engrossed in whatever she is working on that she doesn’t hear them say we are landing. “We land in five minutes,
Jessica,” I interrupt her.

  “Oh, shit, really?” Saving her document, she starts putting her things away. “I have two assignments for next week, and I dropped the ball.”

  “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” I smile at her; we finally land and make our way off the plane. Cassie is waiting for me at the bottom of the plane steps.

  “Your car is waiting,” she says, and I don’t have a chance to tell Jessica where I’m going. Every time I wanted to on the plane, someone was close by.

  “Thanks,” I say, walking toward the black Escalade waiting for me. “Text me the address and time for tomorrow.”

  “Oh,” she says, “I thought I was coming over since your place has three bedrooms.”

  “Um.” I have no idea what to say. She usually stays with me, and I never thought anything of it. The only thing that ran through my mind was Jessica and me at ease. “Sure,” I say, taking a deep breath and getting into the SUV.

  “Also,” she says, “I had everything set up at the house. And the plane is waiting for you the second you walk off the red carpet in LA,” she says. “This time in four days, you’ll be on your ranch.”

  “Sounds great,” I say, looking out the window at everyone else filing on the bus. The traffic getting to my loft in SoHo is insane. “There is a reason I don’t live here full-time,” I say, getting out of the car.

  “It wasn’t that bad,” Cassie says, and I make my way inside to my loft. It’s in an old newspaper building, and I bought two of the six floors when it was empty. I made one floor a huge living area with a game room, kitchen, living room, and office, and then upstairs are three bedrooms and three bathrooms. I left the exposed beams when we started, so everything is rustic. In the middle of the dining table is a huge basket of fruit and chocolate.

  I set my bag and phone on the counter, then bring both my bag and Cassie’s upstairs. I toss my bag on the floor, going to the window that overlooks the river. I look at the boats in the distance, thinking how great it would be for Jessica to be here. I head back downstairs and grab my phone. “I’m going to go relax,” I tell Cassie, who is sitting at the table on her computer and just nods at me.

  Walking into my bedroom, I shut the door and text Jessica.

  Me: Call me when you can.

  I put my phone on my stomach, grab the remote, and turn on the television. I’m flipping through the channels when my phone finally starts ringing. “Hey,” I answer quietly.

  “Hey,” she says, and then I hear rustling. “Where are you?”

  “I’m at my loft in SoHo,” I tell her, muting the television. “I thought it would be a good place to be without the peering eyes.”

  She laughs, and I miss her. “Is that your way of saying you want me to come over?”

  “I would love it, but . . .” I try not to let it bother me. “Cassie is here.”

  “Oh,” she says softly, “well then, that settles that.” She laughs. “It’s fine. I’ll work on my articles and just see you tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, I guess,” I say, and it’s almost like I’m pouting.

  “It’s twenty-four hours. You’ll survive,” she says. “Call me later.” She disconnects. The rest of the night is spent in my room, and I only go out to grab a bite to eat. Cassie is in the guest bedroom, and when I call Jessica, it’s a two-minute phone call since she’s on the phone with one of her best friends. I go to bed that night and toss and turn.

  The next morning, I’m itching to get to the hotel. I’m down before Cassie is and ready at the door when the car gets there.

  “What’s the rush, Tyler? We have a long day and don’t have to be there for a while.”

  “I just want to get there a little early, that’s all.” I load our luggage with the driver since we are taking off right after the premiere tonight and almost run into the hotel when we get there, walking into the press room where everyone is standing. Jessica stands with Autumn, and she’s dressed in black pants and a pink top with long sleeves. Her hair is tied at the back of her neck. She sees me finally, and I smile.

  I don’t even see or notice everyone else’s phones going off around me, almost in sync, including my own. Everything from that moment on, happens in slow motion. Jessica looks down at her phone along with everyone else, and then the color in her face drains. One of her hands comes up to her chest as if she’s in pain, and I look around the room at the other journalists, each of their eyes coming up from their phones and looking directly at me. I’m not sure what’s going on until I pick up my own phone . . . and then I know.

  The picture I took of us in bed is coupled with the headline:

  EXCLUSIVE BREAKING NEWS. LOOKS LIKE HOLLYWOOD PLAYBOY HAS STRUCK AGAIN AND THIS TIME WITH A REPUTABLE JOURNALIST, ADDING ANOTHER NOTCH TO HIS BEDPOST!

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Jessica

  Everything you want to know about Tyler’s latest bed bunny.

  This can’t be happening, I think after my phone buzzed with breaking news because I have a Google alert set for Tyler. The headline makes my heart speed up a touch more and then it literally shatters in my chest.

  EXCLUSIVE BREAKING NEWS. LOOKS LIKE HOLLYWOOD PLAYBOY HAS STRUCK AGAIN AND THIS TIME WITH A REPUTABLE JOURNALIST, ADDING ANOTHER NOTCH TO HIS BEDPOST!

  It can’t be. Clicking the link, I see a picture of me on his chest. I look like I’m sleeping, and he’s the one taking the picture with a smile. I look up at him and see him looking down at his phone. “Jess.” I hear Autumn from next to me, her voice trying to sound calm. Then look down again and see the smirk on his face that was captured that night, a moment of bliss that’s now been tarnished and will serve as a moment of outrage, scandal, and everything else between.

  I was played. The heat comes up to my neck, my stomach roiling, and I think I’m going to be sick. “Jessica.” It’s his voice now, the voice that I missed last night, the voice that I told Kellie all about, the voice that I smiled at when I heard.

  “No.” I shake my head, trying to walk out of the room. I have to get out of here. I walk past him, but he grabs my arm to stop me. “No!” I scream, and Jonathan comes to my side in case he has to intervene. “Don’t touch me.” I’m shaking now; my whole body is shaking.

  “I can explain,” he says to me, and I don’t want to look into his eyes. I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to hear it.

  I stand straight, my back going rigid, my shoulders at attention. “Congratulations,” I tell him. “Well played.” He looks at me, swallowing hard.

  “Well played?” he whispers the words, and I look around and see that everyone is still here, waiting to get the scoop.

  “Well, people, you heard it here first. I got played.” I laugh now hysterically, the three girls looking at me with shock on their face. “The Hollywood Playboy strikes again.” I nod my head, looking at him. “Tell me something. Did they pay you for that story, or was it a freebie, something to help the movie release?” His jaw clenches tight, and he doesn’t say anything. “I guess I should have seen it coming, right?” A single tear escapes my eye, and I angrily brush it away.

  He steps forward now. “Jessica.” It’s the last time I’ll hear him say my name before I get the hell out of this place. “I can explain.”

  “Really?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, everyone just watching. “What can you explain exactly? How you planned this, got me into bed, took my picture, and then leaked it?” I smile at him, anger raging through me. “I’m pretty sure I see the whole picture crystal fucking clear.” I raise my phone. “Actually, now everyone gets the whole picture. Is this your revenge for those stories I wrote about you?” I yell at him, and when I turn to walk out, I feel his hand on my arm again, trying to stop me. I stop in my tracks, looking at his hand on my arm, then turning to look over my shoulder. “Don’t you ever touch me again.” I rip my arm away from him and walk toward the stairs, not wanting to be stuck waiting at the elevator. I rush down the steps as fast as I can, barely holding my sobs at bay. I make i
t to the lobby, then rush out of the door. Running down the street, I put up my hand and jump into the first cab I see. My phone rings as soon as I shut the door, and I see it’s Kellie. Instead of saying hello, the sob finally rips through me, the cab driver looking back at me in shock.

  “Where are you?” she asks me.

  “In a cab.” My chest starts heaving, and I think I’m going to be sick.

  “Listen to me, Jessica. Give the cab driver the address to my apartment building. I’m going to call and tell them you’re coming.” I nod my head, knowing she can’t see me. “Give me something.”

  “Yes,” I tell her and then give the driver the address she gives me.

  “I am getting the plane ready to bring you here,” she says, and I can hear the tears in her voice as she feels the hurt for me. My tears are now falling without me knowing, without me feeling. They flow down so fast I can’t catch them. “I promise you that I will take care of everything.”

  “Kellie,” I say, my voice cracking, “how could he?” Three words, the only three words I can say.

  “I promise you that it will be okay,” she says, and I hear shouting in the background. “I promise you.” I just nod my head, and my hand falls, and I finally look outside at the sun shining. The phone rings again, and I look down, seeing it’s Tyler. I send him straight to voice mail, going into my contacts and blocking his number. I get to the address that Kellie gave me, and the door is opened by an older man.

  “Jessica,” he says, and all I can do is nod my head. He hands the driver his card and then takes my hand. “Kellie called me,” he says with an arm around my shoulder, walking me back inside. “The car will be here in thirty minutes, and the plane is waiting for you.” He presses the button on the elevator and slips a key card in and takes me to the apartment where I visited Kellie once before. He sits me on the couch and tells me he’ll be right back. He walks away, and for the second time in one day, my heart shatters. Bringing the story back up, I finally see who ran the story. The breaking story is from my own paper, and my co-worker Brooke broke the story.