Mr. Hollywood (16 page)

“I’d feel better knowing you were with us tonight.”

I had to choke back a laugh. It was so obvious what Grayson was doing; I loved this protective side of him.

"I appreciate that Grayson, but I have to be up early for work tomorrow, and Malibu is quite a drive from downtown LA. Please just drop me off at my apartment."

Grayson grumbled a bit but finally agreed to see her home.

I had the security detail go home in Grayson’s car so that we would be alone once we dropped Jennifer off. That was except for Jax, who was always sitting in the front seat of the car. I knew there was no getting rid of him, but that's okay. I kind of liked that too. Plus, I knew with the divider up, he wouldn't see anything we might be doing in the backseat anyway.

I could tell by the look on Grayson's face he was going to start in on me about my outfit, so I decided to head him off at the pass. I jumped on his lap and gave him a kiss.

“I’m glad you came to the club with us tonight. I missed you so much.”

“I was only gone for the day. You just saw me this morning Alison.”

“True,” I said as I put my hand under his shirt and rubbed my fingertips lightly up and down his chest. “But I like seeing you. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Uh huh. Or is it more likely you are trying to distract me from being mad about you wearing that naughty school girl outfit in public?”

"Hmm," I said as I tilted my head pretending to think about it. "You know what? You are right Grayson. I was naughty tonight, and you should most definitely punish me for it."

“Don’t think I haven’t considered that.”

Before he could say another word, I leaned in for a kiss, a passionate, breath stealing kiss. His hands cupped my butt and pulled me forward. My heart skipped a beat when I felt his enlarged shaft pressing against me.

I undid his pants, grabbed his cock and played with it. Grayson groaned the second I touched him and then he grabbed the side of my panties. “Remove these.”

I hesitated just a moment. “I said remove these now,” Grayson growled.

Holy hell, Grayson dominating me was hot. I squirmed in my seat until finally I got the panties off.

I sat back on his lap, positioning the head of his cock at my opening and slid down on his shaft. Electricity coursed through my body, and I dug my nails into his skin. He seemed to like what I was doing and savagely thrust himself inside of me. He was out of control. My hands slid through his hair, and I pulled his head down towards my lips and kissed him fiercely. I was lost in this moment of heavenly bliss. There was nothing else in the world that existed at that moment except for us

Soon I began to feel the pressure building, and then my body trembled with desire. I came long and hard and cried out his name as I did.

His hands slid down to my ass again, and he started lifting me up, slamming me up and down on his cock. I could tell he was about to reach his peak as he thrust his pelvis upwards with each stroke, forcing himself deeper inside of me. His lips parted as he moaned aloud. I was sure he was about to come, but he surprised me and lifted me up, flipped me over and pushed my face down onto the seat, forcing my ass in the air.

With his hands on my hips, I felt his cock press against my entrance. My skin burned at his touch.

“Grayson,” I whimpered.

I wanted to push back against his erection forcing him inside of me, but I resisted the temptation to do so.

“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give you what you want,” Grayson demanded.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard."

“I do love your dirty little mouth,” Grayson murmured before pushing just the head of his cock inside of me.

I moaned in delight. But I wanted more, oh so much more.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you beg me to fuck you?”

I didn't answer; I just waited for more. He rolled his hips with a short thrust and pressed himself deeper inside of me. I gasped at the incredible sensation.

“Take me baby and make me yours,” I said.

He growled and pressed deeper inside of me, sinking into me inch by inch. Then he pulled out of me completely. I was sure he was about to slam his cock back inside of me, but that wasn't what happened. Instead, his palm made contact with my ass, and he began to spank me over and over.

"Grayson," I cried out when he hit me again. It wasn't painful, though, not like I would have imagined it to be. It was sensual and erotic.

A second later, his cock was buried deep inside of me again. He put his arm around my waist and slammed his hips into me from behind.

“Fuck, baby. You are so tight like this,” he growled as he slammed his cock in and out of me. Our bodies molded tightly together.

I loved the force of his rigid cock slamming deep inside of me. I moaned and writhed against him as he pulled and pushed forward shoving himself deep into me in one hard stroke after another.

He pounded into me like he was angry and maybe he was. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn that outfit out in public after all, but if this was my punishment, my fucking God, I would do it again because sex with him had never been so good.

He kept slamming into me as his hand reached around and pinched my clit. His finger swirled in circles and then pinched it again. I could feel another orgasm building. My hips moved against him, finding a rhythm to his sensual torture.

Grayson's animalistic grunts and growls were filling my ears as he thrust into me over and over, pounding me into the seat of the car and bringing me closer to my release. Soon I exploded, and my screams filled the back of the limousine, muffled only somewhat by Grayson's own hoarse shout as he came inside of me.

The next morning, I began to think about Jennifer. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was she was up to. She obviously wanted to attract media attention but she had to know there was no way Ethan would see it. He was in a location in Papua New Guinea. She had to know he wouldn’t have access to American media coverage while he was in the middle of nowhere. So why was she doing all this for then? She clearly didn’t have any real feelings for Justin Hart, thank goodness because he was kind of a douchebag and so were his friends.

I started to get up to find Grayson. I wanted to talk to him about it and see what he thought, but I needed to catch him before he left for the studio.

When I came down the stairs and turned the corner, I overheard him and Jax talking in hushed tones.

“The house is in total lockdown for now,” Jax said.

Total lockdown? What the hell was he talking about? Why did he have our house on lockdown?

“I don’t know if we should tell Alison. It will just upset her,” Grayson said to Jax.

“She’s eventually going to figure out something is going on and then be mad that you didn’t tell her in the first place.”

“Tell me what?” I asked as I stepped closer to Grayson.

He bent down to give me a kiss on my forehead. “Good morning, Sunshine.”

“Don’t good morning me. Tell me what the heck is going on.”

Grayson blew out a breath before telling me what he knew.

“One of the men who attacked you escaped from the county lockup.”

I stood there, agape. How could that be possible, and was he coming after me? I couldn’t seem to formulate a single word. I just stood there shaking.

Grayson immediately wrapped me in his arms, seeming to understand my fear.

“I promise I won’t let him get anywhere near you. Jax has the full security detail here and the entire compound is on lockdown. Nobody can get in here, I promise you.”

“When did he escape?” I asked in a small voice.

“Sometime last night.”

I was out last night with Jennifer and posting selfies on Twitter and Instagram. He could have used that information to find me and come after me at the club. The room began to spin and I felt my knees start to buckle. Grayson picked me up and carried me to the couch in the living room.

“It’s going to be okay. I won’t leave your side until they recapture him.”

I wanted to protest and say that we couldn’t stay locked up in the house forever, but I just couldn’t make myself speak. All I could do was cry. Was this really happening? When will this nightmare ever end? What did I do to deserve this?

I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I finally started to settle down when Jax came into the room to announce the arrival of Cat, Grayson’s publicist.

She walked in with a huge stack of papers in her hands. She put them on the coffee table and stared down at me, with her hands on her hips.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

I sat up, giving a cursory glance at the papers. They appeared to be news stories about my night out with Jennifer.

“I went out with Jennifer and Justin Hart last night. Is that what you mean?”

“Hardly,” she scoffed. “Take a closer look at the photos.”

I picked up a few of the papers and looked down at the photos she printed out of the three of us. Nothing stuck out to me at first. Then she pointed one of her bony fingers at something and there it was, my engagement ring.

I got up from the couch and started to pace.

“If you are going to post pictures of yourself with a big ass engagement ring on your finger, don’t you think it’s going to be noticed?”

“I’m so sorry, Grayson. I didn’t think about it.”

“Baby, it’s alright. Just because we didn’t officially announce our engagement yet doesn’t mean I don’t want everyone to know.”

“I just thought since Ethan …”

He cut me off. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not Ethan. I want everyone to know that I love you and only you and plan on spending the rest of my life with you.”

I jumped up in his arms and he caught me. I had to kiss him; I couldn’t help myself. He was just so wonderful.

Cat cleared her throat. “Okay lovebirds. We still have some issues to work out.”

Grayson sat on the couch and pulled me down with him. I made myself comfortable on his lap while Cat continued.

“I called in Tris to do your hair and makeup. What we are going to do is post a selfie of you on Instagram, with you playfully putting your hand over your mouth like you are yawning while simultaneously showing off your whopper of an engagement ring.”

“So we aren’t going to make an official statement?” Grayson asked.

“No, that’s so old school. This way you are saying everything without saying anything.”

Cat and I went upstairs to find the perfect outfit that was just the right amount of sexy while still being casual. To be honest, I was grateful she showed up to distract me from the nightmare that was my life. Had she not I would have sat in the living room stressing and obsessing nonstop about the escaped criminal who at that moment was figuring out a way to come and get me.

“You sure now is the right time to post this picture with all the stuff going on with the escaped convict trying to kill me and everything?” I asked Cat while Tris played with my hair and makeup.

“Are you kidding me? It’s the perfect time. That way you are showing the world you don’t care about the man and you aren’t going to let him scare you and are just going to go on with your life.”

What she said made sense, but it just didn’t feel right, so I agreed to a compromise. I would take the picture but not post it until after this nightmare with the escaped con was over. If nothing else, it would be a great way to get people to stop talking about him and focus instead on my engagement to Grayson. Cat agreed, but mostly because Grayson stood looming over her, giving her that look that would make anyone cave.

After Cat and Tris left, I cuddled up with Grayson in the living room to watch a movie. That was until the phone rang.

“Hey Jen, what’s up?” I tried to be casual. I didn’t want to let on that this man had me on edge.

“Do you think you can come over, Ali?” She was crying.

“Are you okay? Did something happen with Ethan?”

“Yeah, Ethan just left. He was really upset about Justin. He was yelling at me, calling me a tramp.”

What the hell was she talking about? We both know that Ethan was in Papua New Guinea filming a movie. Even if he did hear about her date with Justin yesterday, he wouldn’t have had time to catch a flight and come home to confront her about it, would he?

“He did? I can’t believe it. Just based on the couple of selfies we posted? That’s crazy.”

“I’m so glad I left him. What was I thinking ever marrying a guy like that in the first place? I mean, he’s the one who kept insisting that we do a three way and now he’s mad? Seriously?”

Okay this is strange. A three way? What is she talking about? She never told me anything about a three way. They broke up because his agent wanted him to get an annulment.

“Can you please just come over so we can talk about it? I need you Alison. I want to file for divorce from Ethan and I need your help.”

“Sure, sweetie. I’ll be right over.”

I hung up the phone and turned to Grayson. “He’s there. He’s got Jennifer.”

“How do you know?”

“Because all through the phone call she kept asking me to come over and help her but she kept feeding me blatantly false information that she knew I would know was so insanely wrong.”

Grayson called for Jax and together they notified the authorities.

“Let’s go,” I said. But Grayson wouldn’t hear of it.

“No baby, we need to let the authorities do their job.”

“Jennifer is in trouble because of me, Grayson. We need to be there for her.”

“The cops are on their way,” Grayson insisted.

“That’s great. By the time we get there they will have the asshole in custody and we can be there for Jennifer.”

“Not right now. When the authorities confirm they have him in custody we can head out.”

“Grayson, by the time we get downtown from Malibu she will have been alone by herself for God only knows how long. On a good day it takes over an hour. I want to leave now,” I pouted but Grayson was done with this conversation and turned his attention to Jax who had just come into the room to give him an update.

I took his momentary distraction to grab my keys and bolt out the door. But I didn’t get a few feet out the front door before I was surrounded by Jax’s security team.

“The bird is in the cage,” one man called out.

I rolled my eyes. “Really?” Before I could say anything more, though, Grayson was there and he was pissed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Grayson said angrily.

“Please baby. I promise I’ll stay in the car until you confirm one hundred percent that it’s safe. I just need to be there for Jennifer. She’s in trouble because of me.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But everyone is coming with us.”

“We loaded all the security team into two SUVs and we were off.”

I rode in the back with Grayson in the car that Jax drove, and during the entire ride to Jennifer’s place neither of them said a single word to me. I knew they were both pissed off at me for insisting we do this but I didn’t care. Jennifer needed us and I wasn’t going to stand by in my house an hour away while she was alone out there with some crazy man. It was my fault she was in harm’s way in the first place.

When we arrived, they had this new guy on the security team sit with me while Grayson and Jax went to find out what was going on.

There were police cars everywhere. It was all so chaotic. I looked around to see where Grayson was headed and finally caught a glimpse of him standing next to an ambulance and realized he was with Jennifer. She was alive and I wanted more than anything to be there with her, hugging her, letting her know everything was going to be alright.

I looked at the stupid bodyguard sitting in the SUV with me and sighed. He wasn’t going to let me go to her until Grayson came to get me.

As the minutes ticked by, I finally just snapped. I got up and jumped out of the car. He was right on my heels and grabbed my wrists tight. “You are hurting me,” I cried out, but he didn’t let go. He really was hurting me so I did the only thing I could think of: I turned around and kicked him in the balls and ran.

I didn’t stop until I got to Grayson and jumped in his arms with the bodyguard just a moment behind me screaming and shouting. “You bitch!”

“What’s going on?” Grayson asked.

“He was hurting me,” I said with tears in my eyes. I lifted my arms and showed him the red marks the guy left on my wrists.

Grayson pushed me behind him and turned to the guy. “You want to tell me what the fuck you were thinking?”

“She kicked me in the balls,” the man tried to explain to Grayson.

“I don’t care what the fuck she does or says, you don’t call her a bitch, and you sure as fuck don’t ever touch her.” He turned to Jax and ordered him to “deal with that” before turning his attention back to me.

Jennifer threw herself into my arms and started balling. “I was so worried you wouldn’t figure out what I was trying to say to you.”

“I wasn’t sure at first. I was like, has she lost her mind? But eventually I got it. Especially when you said you wanted to divorce Ethan.”

“It was all I could think of. I couldn’t let you come over, but he had a gun on me and made me call you.”

“He’s in custody now. You don’t have to worry about him anymore,” I soothed.

“He’s dead,” she said quietly. “The police shot him. He was going to kill me. He was so …”

I looked down at Jennifer and realized for the first time that she was covered in blood.

“It’s okay Jennifer. He was an evil man. He deserved to die.”

One of the officers came over to speak to us, letting us know that Jennifer’s apartment was still considered an active crime scene so she would need to find a place to go for the night.

“She’ll be going home with us,” Grayson told the man. “I’ll send someone over when you are done fixing the doors, changing the locks and cleaning up the mess.”

After talking to the authorities for a few more minutes, Grayson and Jax took us back to the SUV and then back to his house.