Mr. Hollywood (15 page)

I could feel his cock throbbing, wanting to push inside of me.

With one hard thrust, he entered me. Although I was on top, he still was in control, lifting me up and down on his shaft. I gasped as my body adjusted to his size. Then our bodies slipped into a rhythm of unadulterated harmony.

With Grayson inside of me, I felt as if we were one. I arched my back to meet his thrusts. Shivers of delight zinged through me. Just when I thought my body couldn’t handle any more, I felt the pleasure of my sweet release that can only be described as pure and utter ecstasy.

As I came, a low moan escaped from deep within his throat. He had his hands on my hips, and pushed harder and further inside of me. He felt amazing. I brought my hands down to his shoulders, using them for leverage as I moved up and down. In this position my clit pressed hard against his pelvis and with every thrust, I felt the pressure between my legs building again.

I rocked my hips towards him, pushing him deeper, savoring the feel of his cock inside of me. The tension built again and it hit me quickly this time. I clenched my sex as I got closer to coming. His movements grew frenzied as I rocked my pelvis into his.

He sat up and I scraped my nails into his back. The feel of his skin on mine, his chest to my chest, his arms around mine, was erotic and brought a whole new series of sensations. His mouth found my neck and he started to suck, so hard I was sure it would leave a mark but I didn’t care.

“Mine,” he growled.

He held me tightly as he thrust into me hard and then I felt him explode inside of me. As he did, waves of my own pleasure washed over me.

After, he didn’t let go. With his arms around me, his breath heavy on my neck, I melted into his body, letting him hold me up. It felt wonderful and perfect. Eventually I rolled off of him and he collapsed next to me. He pulled my body onto his and I slid my head into the crook of his neck.

Early the next morning, my phone rang. I didn't want to get it but whoever was calling hung up and called back, so I figured the only way to stop the annoying ring of my phone was to take the call. I barely got a chance to say hello before Jennifer started in.

“You won’t believe what that stupid bastard did.”

I sat up on the bed and rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hands. "What did he do sweetie?"

She started crying, all the anger disappearing from her voice as she told me her story. Instead replaced by an overwhelming, all-consuming sadness.

“His agent found out we were secretly married in Fiji and flipped out. He demanded we get the marriage annulled at once. I balked. I mean, who the hell was this guy to tell us what to do, right?”

“Right,” I agreed.

"But you know what Ethan said? He said ‘wait, let's just hear him out.' I was so speechless."

"Oh, my. What did you do Jennifer?”

"Well, I wanted to kick him in the balls, but instead, I just walked to the bedroom, packed my things and told him to call me when he figured out what he wanted."

“Did he come after you?”

“No. He stayed in the room with his agent and lawyer talking about ‘
the situation
’, as they called it. It’s not a
situation
, it’s our marriage,” she cried.

"I know, Jennifer, and I'm so sorry you are going through this. Why don't you come over and we'll talk about it?"

“Thanks,” she sniffled. “But I really can’t. I have to get to work.”

"Is that a good idea? I mean, isn't that his PR agency?"

“I made them give me a one-year contract, remember? They can't get rid of me until it's over. Plus, I like my job. I am learning a lot. I want to try and get the most out of it that I can before the year is up and I have to move on."

“That sounds like a great idea Jennifer, but are you sure you are up to working today?”

"I need to work. If I don't have something productive to do, I might go mad."

“Will you come over after work then? Stay here for a few days, let things cool down at home?”

"Thanks for the offer, but I decided to move back into the apartment. I need to be on my own for a while. My whole life, I've always had someone to take care of me -- first my parents, then you, then Ethan. Maybe it's time I tried being on my own for a while, know what I mean?"

I did, and I couldn't believe it was Jennifer I was speaking to. What happened to my flakey, flighty friend? She was making mature, responsible decisions about her life and doing it all on her own. I couldn't be more proud of her.

“Jennifer I think that sounds wonderful, but know I’m always just a phone call away. If you change your mind or need me for anything, I’ll be there. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and rush to your side. You know that, right?”

"I do Alison, and I appreciate your support more than you could ever know. You are a great friend. I love you."

“I love you too Jen. Now go knock them dead at work so they will never want to let you go, even after your contract is up.”

Jennifer laughed. “Will do.”

When I hung up the phone, I laid back down next to Grayson and enjoyed him holding me in his arms.

“So what did Ethan do?”

“He was kind of a dick.”

“What’s new?” Grayson chuckled.

I told him the story that Jennifer said to me. He was just as surprised as me.

“I really thought he was into her. I can’t believe that. I guess I should get up and head over there and talk to him -- see what the fuck is up with that boy.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course,” he said as he kissed my forehead and started to roll out of bed.

“But wait …”

He paused. "Yeah, baby?"

“I kind of wanted a kiss first.”

“Well, I think I can handle that.” He leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss.

“Thanks but that isn’t what I meant.”

I put my hand between his legs and gently squeezed his balls. His eyes widened, and he was back in bed and on top of me in no time.

When Grayson got home that night, he told me that he had to go to Uruguay to do some filming for his next movie, and he wanted me to go with him.

“I’ll be there for three weeks. I can’t make it that long without you.”

“I don’t know Grayson. Wouldn’t I be in the way?”

“Hell no. Plus I told you, I don’t ever want to sleep in a bed without you again.”

“That’s sweet, very sweet. But what in the world am I going to do in Uruguay while you are working?”

“Didn’t you say you had an idea for another book that you wanted to start working on?”

I shrugged.

“Then that is what you can do while I’m on set. You can read romance novels, lay out on the beach and get a tan and work on your next book. You can even shop for your wedding gown or bridesmaid’s gowns or whatever it is you need to buy to get married.”

“Wait … what?”

"I want you to marry me, Alison. I love you, and although I probably should have come up with a far more romantic way to do this, I can't wait anymore. I love you."

He pulled out a small velvet box and handed it to me.

My hands shook as I opened it and revealed the beautiful ring inside.

“Grayson! You spent way too much money,” I admonished.

“Don’t be ridiculous. This is the smaller version of what I wanted to get you, but your sister insisted you would like this one better.”

“My sister? She helped you pick this out for me?”

“Yeah, before she left for the Netherlands I asked for her help.”

I began to cry. I couldn't help it. I was just so overwhelmed with emotions at that moment. The ring was unbelievably beautiful. It was a five-carat, princess cut, solitaire diamond on a platinum band. It was utter perfection. I couldn't have picked out a better ring myself if I tried.

“Is that a yes?” He asked timidly.

I jumped into his arms, and he caught me, holding me tightly as I peppered kisses on his face. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, absolutely yes."

"We are going to Punta del Diablo in Uruguay, which is not too far from Santa Catarina in Brazil. I was thinking maybe after we could head over there to a resort I think you'll love. Maybe we could scout out a location for our wedding?" He paused and when I didn't respond, he continued.

“We don’t have to get married in Brazil if you don’t want to. We could get married wherever you want. As long as you marry me, I don’t care where we do it at.”

I smiled up at him. "Okay, first of all, you spent way too much money on this ring. If this is the small version, I'm scared to see what you originally had in mind. But I love it, thank you," I said as I kissed him again.

"Now as far as the location goes, I don't know. I don't really have anyone other than Jennifer and my sister that I would want at the wedding, but I'm sure you have a lot of people you will want to invite. So the size and location of the wedding is really up to you."

“The only people I care about is my parents and my brother, maybe Ethan. I don’t need anyone else there. But haven’t you always wanted a big, fancy wedding? Don’t all girls dream of that?”

I shook my head no.

"Growing up, the only thing I dreamed of was having enough food to eat or that they wouldn't turn off the power. I would lie in bed at night and hear the air conditioner click off. I would panic, open my eyes and make sure the LED light on my alarm clock was still on. I was always just so paranoid that at any moment, we wouldn't have electricity anymore. So no, growing up, having a big fancy wedding was nowhere on my radar."

"It's settled then. We'll have an intimate wedding, just close friends, and family," Grayson said. "How about we do it during the holidays? I'll have wrapped filming on the movie, and I'm sure your sister will have some time off for Christmas so she can be at the wedding too. What do you think?"

“A Christmas wedding? Hmm. I’ve never known anyone to get married during that time of the year, but yeah that would totally work for me. I’m sure my sister will get some time off for the holidays. Well, at least I hope she will. I’ll talk to her and find out.”

The next morning after breakfast, I called Jennifer to tell her my good news. She was happy for me, but I could tell she was still upset. Things with Ethan apparently hadn't gotten any better.

“His lawyer came by my office this morning and brought me the annulment papers and settlement agreement to sign. He told me to read them over and get them back to him at my
earliest
convenience as if somehow I was just going to sit around and play this thing out in my head over and over. What a prick.”

“Are you okay? What are you going to do?”

"I told him I didn't need any more time. I signed the papers right then and there. I gave him what he wanted, an end to our marriage and in return, he gave me five million dollars. The lawyer said the money will be in my account by the close of business today."

"Jennifer, I'm so sorry. I really thought when you first told me all of this; Ethan would come to his senses and come running after you. I just don't know what to say. I'm so shocked."

“I was a little surprised by it all too. Ethan got the paperwork together fast. He must have really wanted to get rid of me.”

“No, Jennifer no. I don’t believe that, not for a moment. I saw how he looked at you. You can’t fake that kind of thing.”

"Well, it doesn't matter now," Jennifer said with a sigh. "Our marriage is over, and that's that."

I could hear everything she was saying to me, but I couldn’t believe a single word of it. I knew Ethan cared for her. What I didn’t know was why he was so quick to give up on their relationship. It just didn’t make any sense.

After I hung up the phone with Jennifer, who insisted she had to get back to work, I went to find Grayson.

“Have you talked to Ethan yet?”

“No. Apparently he’s off filming a movie in Papua New Guinea.”

“What? Are you kidding me? When did that happen?”

“I guess he left right after Jennifer moved out,” Grayson explained.

“When is he coming home?”

"I didn't get to talk to him much, but he did say after he finishes up there, they are flying to Canada. He will probably be there a couple of weeks, maybe even a month or two."

I growled. “That bastard. He’s only doing this to avoid dealing with all this drama with Jennifer.”

"I don't know Alison. You don't just fly out to film a movie on the drop of a dime. Usually, these things are planned out months in advance. Sounds like a case of bad timing to me."

“Oh, he’s going to think bad timing when I get done with him.”

Grayson wrapped his arms around me. I pulled away. I was too angry to want anyone touching me at that moment, even Grayson.

“You know that ass hole paid her five million bucks to go away?”

“Ouch. That’s harsh,” Grayson admitted.

“I know, right? I mean to break up with someone out of the blue was one thing, but to pay them money to go away is just inexcusable.”

"Please, Ali settle down. There is no reason to get all worked up over this. When he gets home, we'll find out what's going on. Maybe that was just his way of trying to take care of her. If something ever happened to us, I would want to know that you were always taken care of. I could see how something like that may seem on the surface, but we just don't know the truth until we speak to him. Maybe he meant it as a kind gesture. We need to wait until he gets back and hear both sides."

"Oh sure and in the meantime, Jennifer sits all alone in that shitty apartment crying her eyes out."

“Have her come here and stay with us,” Grayson offered.

“She won’t. I tried that already.”

“Then I don’t see what else we can do other than wait for Ethan to get home.”

“I know. I know. I’m just frustrated. I don’t mean to take it out on you.”

I walked up to snuggle up next to him while he enclosed me in his arms.

“I know you don’t baby. And I love that you are so fiercely protective of your friend. I have to go to the studio today for another fitting and to film some test shots. Why don’t you go to her office and surprise her for lunch?”

"That's a very good idea. Thank you, Grayson. I'm going to do just that."

I didn't know what time she normally took lunch, but I figured by the time I got ready and made it downtown from Malibu, it would be around lunchtime. Sure enough, I was right. When I finally arrived at the offices of Ginger Flora PR, it was just after noon. What a strange name for a PR agency. I had to try and remember to ask Jennifer what the meaning behind the name was.

My thoughts of the company name were interrupted when I ran right smack into a huge man, who was blocking the entrance to Jennifer’s office.

“Excuse me but is there a reason you are blocking the door? I need to get through to see my friend.”

“Sorry ma’am, but she’s busy right now.”

“What do you mean she’s busy? Who the hell are you?” I demanded to know.

I turned to Jax, who was standing behind me. "Jax, this man won’t let me in to see Jennifer.”

Jennifer must have heard the fuss out in the hall and peeked her head out her door to see what was going on.

“I thought that was your voice I heard,” Jennifer said with a big smile on her face. “What are you doing out here? Get in here already,” she said as she grabbed my hand and drug me into her office.

I glared at the big man who wouldn’t let me in before.

When I got in her office, I found she wasn't alone.

“Who’s your friend?” I said as I pointed to the man.

He lifted his chin in a guy sort of greeting. “Hey, Justin Hart.”

“As in Hart and Soul?” I asked. Surely it wasn’t actually Justin Hart, the rock star sitting in Jennifer’s office.

“Yeah man, that’s me,” he said before turning his attention back to Jennifer. “So what about lunch?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I’m not really sure what I’m in the mood for. Alison what about you? Would you go to lunch with us?”

“That’s actually why I came to your office today, to see if you wanted to have lunch.”

“Perfect. It’s settled then. We’ll all go,” she said as she jumped out of her chair, clapping her hands with excitement.

“The Ivy Lobster Cobb salad sounds great. Don’t you think?” Jennifer asked me as she grabbed my arm to lead me out the door.

“I guess, sure, that sounds good to me.” I wasn’t sure why she wanted to go to The Ivy of all places. She had to know that going there would attract all kinds of attention from the paparazzi.

“The Ivy okay with you Justin?” She called over her shoulder, not really seeming to care what his response would be.

When we got outside, Justin noticed for the first time my bodyguard and limousine. "Why don't you ride with me Jennifer and your friend can meet us there," Justin said.

“Don’t be ridiculous Justin. You and your boys can pile into your car and Alison and I will go in hers.”

She didn't give him time to answer; she just hustled me into the back of my waiting limousine. Jax jumped in the front seat, like always, and we were off.

"Okay, what the hell is going on Jennifer?"

“What do you mean?” She said feigning innocence.

"You know the second we show up at The Ivy; the press is going to be all over us."

“And your point is?”

“They are going to link you with Justin Hart and that will get back to Ethan. Don’t you care?”

“Did you forget that he left me? No, he didn’t just leave me, he paid me five million bucks to go away.”

I sighed. "Alright. You win. I'll play nice, but between us, I'm not a big fan of you dating some rock star."

"Don't worry Alison; I've got this under control."

When the car pulled up in front of The Ivy, Jax jumped out to open our door and escort us inside. Jennifer, however, wasn't having any of it. She waited patiently for Justin to arrive, even with all the cameras around taking pictures of us non-stop.

When he got out of his car, he immediately went up to her and laid a big kiss on her. The paparazzi went wild. Jax was barely able to get us inside. It was a total and complete madhouse.

While we ate, Jax called for more members of his security team. It was probably a good call because if things were that crazy when we came into the restaurant, it was going to be ten times worse by the time we left.

What I noticed over lunch was that rock stars were nothing like movie stars. They don't really have any sort of etiquette or thought for their surroundings. Justin's hands were all of Jennifer and people just stared. It was really kind of embarrassing.

Jennifer tried somewhat to fend him off, but she didn’t put in too much effort, especially when she noticed the camera phones pointed our way, recording everything that went on at our table.

“How about we go out to a club tonight, the three of us?” Justin asked.

“I don’t know if Grayson would like that.”

“Grayson Chase? I thought I recognized you. Holy shit, that’s fucking great.”

“Let me text him and ask what he thinks.”

After sending a few messages to Grayson, he texted me back to let me know he was going to be home late. The test shots were becoming problematic, and he didn't have a clue when he would be done.

“Okay, I guess it’s fine. He will be working late tonight, so it will just be us three.” I looked over my shoulder and noticed the rest of the security team making their way towards our table. “Well, and them,” I giggled.

After lunch, Justin and his annoying entourage parted ways with us, while Jax took Jennifer back to her office and then me home. After work, Jennifer came over to my house. She said she wanted to coordinate our outfits. What I didn't realize she meant was that she wanted to convince me to wear my sexy schoolgirl outfit because she had a matching one.

“No way. Grayson would kill me if I wore that out in public.”

She handed me a shot of liquor.

“Alison we are going to a club. Everyone wears stuff like that in clubs. You would stand out if you didn’t wear something like that.”

After a few more shots, I started to come around. What she said kind of made sense, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I knew it was a bad idea. Still, by then I was feeling no pain and just gave in.

Jax lined up several men from his team to escort us to the club. He wasn't happy about what I was wearing, and I figured if I didn't agree to his terms of a full security detail, he wasn't going to let me out of the door.

When we got to the club, we were ushered into the VIP section upstairs. It allowed us a more private setting but there was a big balcony so we could look down on the dance floor and into the huge crowds.

The night was going pretty well with lots of drinks and selfies.

Justin's entourage had picked up a few girls, and they were being nasty with them but besides that, overall it wasn't a bad night. Then before I knew it, Grayson burst into the VIP area, and he didn't look happy.

“Baby! You are here!” I jumped into his arms. “I missed you so much,” I said as I kissed him. “Did you have fun at work today?”

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “What in the hell do you think you are doing wearing that outfit in public?”

I frowned and pointed to Jennifer. “She made me do it.”

Justin finally noticed Grayson in the room. "Holy fuck it's you, man." He got up to shake Grayson's hand. "It's great to meet you. I'm a big fan."

“That’s Justin Hart from the band Hart and Soul,” Jennifer explained. Grayson shook the guy’s outstretched hand but still didn’t seem to know who he was.

“We had two songs in your last movie man,” Justin continued, undaunted by Grayson’s lack of recognition.

I led Grayson to an oversized chair and sat him down; then I took my spot on his lap, my favorite place to be. I played with his hair as he and Justin made small talk.

It took me awhile but eventually I realized that Grayson wasn't just pissed off that I was sitting there half naked, he was mad about Jennifer too. He still considered Jennifer, his friend Ethan's girl. That was sweet of him, and I loved him at that moment even more than before, if that was possible.

We stayed for a few more drinks, but when the room began spinning, and the lights started blurring, I figured it was time we headed out. I was just about to say something when I noticed some of the security team surrounding us.

“What’s going on?” I asked, starting to get a little nervous.

“Word got out that you are here Mr. Chase. The crowd is getting restless. We might need to think about heading out.”

“Oh no, we can’t have that,” Jennifer said as she jumped off of the couch where she had been sitting next to Justin all night.

It was like she was waiting for an excuse to leave. Very strange since she was the one who wanted to come to this club with Justin in the first place.

“Jennifer, I want you to come stay with us tonight,” Grayson insisted.

“I have to be at work early tomorrow. Can’t your driver just drop me off at my place?” Jennifer asked as we started walking out of the club.