My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (2 page)

I had to admit, when I first received the screenplay I thought it was written by a man. It was a great story, and there was a great male lead part. I could act the shit out of this. It was the perfect bad boy persona that I already had down in real life. It was as though this part had been written just for me. After I read it, I called my agent and said, "I love the script. Get a meeting with the writer as soon as you can. I don't want this one slipping through my fingers…"

When the writer showed up at the meeting, I was pleasantly surprised. It was a woman. It was a sexy gorgeous petite woman, and I wanted her as soon as I saw her. Not only because she surprised me, and I was never surprised anymore. Being a big movie star who had a reputation for riding my motorcycle and being a loner and a lady killer, nothing ever surprised me. The shit I had seen and done throughout my almost thirty-year acting career, would shock anyone. Now here I was being surprised for the first time in a long time, by a brilliant mind. A brilliant mind that came in a gorgeous package. I didn't know how to react to this one. Of course I would be my charming flirtatious self, but that might not work with this one. This one was different, I could tell you soon as she entered the room. She wore a tight pink sweater, that made me think of love instantly. Her tiny waist with her high rise skirt that flared out around her ass and thighs. Then there were the nice riding boots, I wanted her to ride me. I wondered if this one was out of my league. Would I be able to get a smart, intelligent writer in my bed? Would I want to get her in my bed? Sure, looking at her I wanted to fuck her, but this wasn't a woman that you just bought, she was too smart for that.

"Hello L. B. Brooks, I am Jackson. Thanks for meeting with us,” I said as I shook her hand.

"You can call me Rosalyn. L. B. is my pseudonym," she said with a soft smile and something in her eyes that I had seen before. It was a crush. She had a crush on me, I knew that look well. Maybe this would be easier than I thought; the ones that had idolized me since they were teenagers, we're fairly easy to take home. It was also flattering, and my ego loved it.

"I have to admit I thought you were a man, but now I can see that you are all woman," I said any flirting manner quietly so that only she could hear. She blushed, and said, "you're not the first to think that, no offense taken. I'm actually flattered. That means he read it with the male perspective, and that is important in Hollywood," she said and she wasn't wrong. Hollywood was full of male writers and directors. We all sat down at the conference table and the meeting began. I wanted this part, dammit, and I would get it. I never had to audition, not at this stage in my career. It was more about negotiating the right deal and vision for the picture, and if everyone agreed then we were set. During the entire meeting I kept glancing over at the brilliant writer. I was just still astounded that a beauty like her wrote such a brilliant script. She was curvy with a small feminine frame. It made me want to gather her up in my arms and protect her. She needed a man like me. A real man to hold her and show her a good fucking. I could give her that, if she would let me. I was able to focus on the business side of the meeting, but every now and then I caught myself picturing Rosalyn naked. A bonus to working on this project would be getting to know her better, perhaps all the way better. I gave her a smile as I pictured her naked, she blushed and I think she knew what I was thinking. Good, I wanted her to know.

An hour later we were set, I have the part and the wheels were set in motion to go into production as soon as possible. Now I could have a little fun. After the meeting I jumped on my motorcycle, and then I saw her in her motorcycle jacket. Was that an invitation for me? I would have to take it. A few minutes later she was strapped on my back and I grabbed the motorcycle to give her a fun ride. Her arms wrapped around my waist and held on tight. I didn't know if that was because she was scared of being on the bike, or because she wanted to touch me. She smelled like lavender and roses, and I could feel her body pressed against my back. A part of me wishes that she was sitting in front of me, and I was straddling her. She was small enough so that I could still reach the handlebars, but I wouldn't push it. The poor girl was probably in shock that she was with me, Jackson Lane, on a motorcycle. I had a little fun and drove her through the Hollywood Hills, which happened to be near my house. Mostly, I wanted to get away from Sunset Boulevard, where all the paparazzi would gather. I wanted a more secret ride, where we wouldn't be disturbed. I went down my winding and curving road slowly, I didn't want to scare her.

"Where are we?” she asked as I turned the motorcycle off and waited for her to step off.

"This is my house,” I said as I pushed the motorcycle into the garage. Not giving her time to protest.

"Your house?” she asked, hesitantly.

"Yes. Don't worry, I'll take you back in like an hour, I'm just hungry. Come on then I'll show you around and will have a snack,” I said alluding to the fact that I wanted her to be my snack. But I didn't want to scare her off.

"Ok, just for a bit. Can you help me with this?” she said, pointing to the helmet that I helped put on her. I gladly unstrapped it with my eyes staring at her pink pout as she stared up at me like an innocent little girl. It was hard for me to control myself and not kiss her. She was begging me to, I could tell.

A minute later I walked her into my vast Hollywood Hills home. It was a gray and silver modern home that sat cliffside with a great view. It was definitely a badass bachelor pad. But I liked it sleek and modern, just like me. I went to the fridge and started grabbing cold cuts, vegetables, sandwich dressing, cheeses, and then I grab some bread. I then laid it all out on the counter.

"Are you hungry? Have a sandwich with me,” I said is I went to work. Women like it when you cook for them, but I wasn't exactly a cook. However I was taking care to feed her, and that counts for something. She looked at me and said, "sure, I could eat."

"Great, let me make you the best sandwich you’ll ever have,” I said playfully. She laughed and it help to lighten the mood that I had kidnapped her and had taken her to my home without her knowing. I was a devious little bastard and I did what I wanted, when I wanted, and that should not be much of a shock to her. She knew who I was… Everyone knew who I was.

I grabbed a couple of sandwiches and put them on a tray and then said, "come on let's go sit outside."

"This is an amazing house. It is very lovely,” she said as she followed close behind.

"Thanks, I’m glad you like it,” I said as I led her outside to my back patio that overlooked all of Hollywood. It was perfect timing because the sun was about to set. Then I continued, "because I'm hoping you would like to spend more time here…"

"What!?” She said, completely caught off guard that she nearly choked on the bite that she took. I smiled mischievously and said, "because I would hope that you would want to work on the character with me. I want to get into your brain, and know what you were picturing when you wrote the character. I want to do your writing justice. That's going to take us spending a little time together. My home is about the best place to have meetings where we can be free… and creative. Don't you agree?"

"Yes… I suppose you're right. I would love to work on the character development with you. Strictly on a business level of course,” she said as she took another bite of her sandwich so that she wouldn't lock eyes with me.

"Yes of course, professional of course. What do you take me for? Don't believe the Hollywood rumors. I'm a good guy, and not a deviant,” I said lying through my teeth. But if it's what made her comfortable I would go with it.

"Yes, sorry I shouldn't have said that, I am sure you're very professional. Forget that I said anything. When would you like to start?” she asked.

"As soon as all the paperwork goes through and we're locked, so probably in a few days?"

"OK, I can do that."

"Enough work talk, tell me more about you,” I said as I genuinely had an interest in her and her background.

As she told me a little bit more about her, I started to see her as more than just tits and ass. That was a first for me. Not only was she a brilliant mind, but she was a genuine and brilliant person. As she talked I realize that she saw the world the way I did. This perspective made her a great writer, it was the same perspective that made me live my life like there was no tomorrow. Obviously we dealt with this perspective in a different way, but we both had it. It was rare to meet someone like this. I looked in her up-and-down, how could so much intelligence be in such a small package? I wanted to pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist and push her against the wall as I penetrated her. The more she talked the more I was turned on… definitely a first for me. I think if it wasn't for the fact that I had read her screenplay before I met her, I might have a different view of her right now. But now I know what she was capable of, her creativity. It was a turn on. I suddenly saw a flash of the future, and us working together on many projects. Her writing the shit out of some great male characters, and then I would execute it and acted them out on the screen. That could be a really great companionship, mixed with fucking of course. I astonished myself as I had never thought about the future with a woman before. This was a first. I had to stop myself. This woman held a lot of power. If I set her off and she became angry at me, she could have me off the picture. I had to be careful. The fact that I couldn't have her, just made me want her more. I felt myself becoming hard, as I thought about what I could not have. We talked for many hours, and I didn't realize how long it had been. Suddenly she said, "Oh my it is very late. The time really flew by fast. Sorry I've been talking your ear off, I just feel so at ease with you. But I really should be getting back to my car."

I looked at my watch and realized it was almost 11 PM at night. Shit, we had been talking and hanging out for a long time. I had not expected to hang out this long either. "Of course, I will take you back right away. Come on we'll get on the bike and I'll take you back to your car."

ROSALYN BROOKS

I never thought I would be here. I was in Jackson Lane's house. Talk about an icebreaker, for meeting somebody like him. I wanted to jump up-and-down like a teenager screaming out at a Beatles concert, but I held myself together. The ride on the back of his motorcycle with my arms wrapped around town with him between my thighs was too much to take. The vibrations of the motorcycle underneath me and the smell of Jackson invading the atmosphere, gave way to something I didn't think would happen. As we rode around the curves in the Hollywood Hills, I held on tighter to his waist because I was releasing myself in an epic orgasm. I felt so embarrassed, but I couldn't help myself. I wondered if he knew, because I tried to keep my moaning very low. I hope that it was hidden by the loud rumble of the motorcycle. The wind was loud, whipping around us, and the helmet covered our ears, so I hoped all that made my orgasm as silent as possible. I pressed my fingers into his waist and curled my toes in my boots. I felt the warmth flow over my body and the sensations made me shiver. I grabbed onto him tighter because I was scared my body would go limp and I would fall off. I had to concentrate, but my body was betraying me. I didn't blame my body, it had been waiting years to be next to this man. So being this close, practically on top of him with the vibrating instrument under me, well I should've expected that it would result in an orgasm. I knew that I was very, very wet. I sighed loudly as the remnants of my orgasm finally left me. This was absolutely in sane, but also amazing at the same time. I giggled to myself and at my little secret.

Then he did something that shocked me. He pulled over in front of a grand house in the Hollywood hills. I was busted. He knew that I had had an orgasm, and he was about to confront me about it. My face turned bright red as I was ready to be embarrassed.

"Where are we?" I said, hoping that we had stopped for some other reason other than my obvious orgasm.

"This is my house," he said. I suddenly felt relieved. I had not been busted about my orgasm. Or so I thought. Maybe he did know and that is why he brought me to his house. Maybe he figured I was ready to go, so he brought me straight here to his bed. I began to panic. I was in danger of doing exactly what I said I wouldn't do, fuck the action star of my movie. What was worse was I was ready to go. I didn't have a chance if he even moved in and kissed me, I would tear my clothes off and jump on him. I was already wet and willing. I tried to play it off so I said,

"Your house?"

"Yes, don't worry I'll take you back in like an hour, I'm just hungry. Come on then I'll show you around we'll have a snack."

Was he being serious? He stopped here just to eat something? Was he talking about me? I hoped that he was… and I hoped that he wasn't. This was going to be hard, very hard.