Ethan
"Smile. It makes you look human," Deza whispered as we walked toward the premier party.
"I don't want to look human. That doesn't sell movies." I glanced over at my agent and denied her the smile she wanted from me. The party was a week late thanks to a few fuck ups by some of the dip-shits we'd hired to help us manage my ever-growing list of things to attend. To say I was pissy would have been a massive understatement.
"Ethan! Ethan, over here! Please!"
"Ethan! I'm your biggest fan."
I turned and smiled, waving at the large group of women that had gathered outside the theater we'd rented out for the preview of my latest movie. It was staged to be the box office hit of the weekend. I wasn't so sure about it, but then again, I was forever critical of my skills. I needed to be. No one else was anymore.
"Hey guys. Thanks for the support." I forced myself to play the humble college frat boy that most of them believed me to be. A cute child star that now worked hard every day and prayed for a good wife at night.
Fuck that.
"You never fail to amaze me." Deza moved into the theater and glanced around at me. "You're always acting, aren't you?"
I nodded. "Yep. I'm honestly not sure who the real me is after all these years of being everyone but him. Whatever. Pays the bills."
"Pays the bills? You're the youngest billionaire in America." She reached over and brushed her hand over my chest, wiping something off my shirt. "Stop looking around. It's just us. No stalkers or annoying fans. Just a group of us from the cast and crew."
"And the large handful of VIPs you guys decided to invite." I cleared my throat and turned from her. "I'm going to take a leak. Get me a popcorn, no butter."
"Yes, your highness." Her tone was a quick indicator that she was in a good mood due to the massive number of great reviews we'd already received for the film. She and everyone else on the set was thrilled. Everyone but me.
I pushed the door open and walked into the bathroom, stopping by the sink and leaning in to study my face. The dark circles under my eyes were beautifully hidden behind a bit of concealer. Thank God for my new make-up artist. She had a calmness about her that left me actually asking for advice. No way in hell would I let anyone besides her and, of course, Deza know just how weary I was.
Everyone else could keep guessing how I was holding up. I wasn't. I needed a fucking vacation and a woman that could take a dick properly.
"Good luck with that." I turned and ran my fingers through my hair before ducking into a stall. My thoughts went to Vivian, the sexy little number they'd paired me up with for Down Under. She was a talented actress, but she'd worked hard to make her way to the top. From the whispers on the street most of her work was done on her knees or laying on her back.
"Stupid," I grumbled and walked back out, hating the fact that the time of working hard for success was basically over. The fact that sex sold was a lie, and it was one we were all choking on. Me included.
"Wipe that scowl off your face, handsome. These VIPs are here to see the happy side of you." Deza gave me a smirk and moved up next to me. She kept a good bit of space between us, which was smart. The press was hot to jump on any implications of romance that any of us gave off, so we worked hard to give them absolutely nothing.
She was a pretty woman, but much more of a sister figure in my life. She was a good foot and a half shorter than me, a petite thing, but a fireball nevertheless. Her dark skin and long black hair made her pretty to look at, but it was her personality that had me locked into a lifetime beside her. She was funny and didn't put up with my shit.
She was the only one.
"VIPs. That's almost a joke." I took the popcorn from her and walked to the butter machine, lavishing the snack in the greasy substance.
"I thought you didn't want butter. What the hell?" She walked up beside me.
"I didn't want them putting the butter on it." I glanced over at her. "Why are you so uptight? Who's coming tonight?"
"Darren Barthel. You know he's trying to win you over. To steal you from me. I hate that asshole." She shrugged, letting down her guard for a second before she tugged it back up and locked it down. "It's whatever."
"Nothing to worry about, D. You're stuck with me. You know that." I lifted the box of popcorn to my face and licked at the top of it, eating a few pieces like I had been since I was a kid. A few cameras snapped, and I offered them an award-winning smile instead of the 'back the fuck up' glare I had ready to show.
"Mr. Lewis." A young woman moved up in front of me, her suit pressed perfectly and white-blonde hair back in a tight ponytail. "I'm Lucy from channel three news. We're going to be talking to you after the feature, but I was hoping that we could have a few minutes before."
"Absolutely not, Lucy. That wouldn't be very fair, now would it?" I lifted my eyebrow at her and smirked as her eyelashes fluttered.
"Right." She spoke, losing the volume to her voice, and I almost felt sorry for her. Every news station would be covering the release, and sadly enough they thought to send their best-looking female anchors to do the work for them. As if I thought with my cock and nothing else.
We moved past her and walked into the empty theater. I was an hour early for the event so that I could get settled in first. After dropping down into the seat of my choice, I extended my hand to get Deza’s phone. "Show me the hottest VIPs that are coming tonight."
She pulled up an app on her phone and handed it to me. "I think Alisa is the best-looking one, but I know you like pale white girls."
"They make me look more tan when we're fucking." I glanced over at her, hoping to shock her, but knowing that day was long gone. She'd been with me through my teenage years. She wasn’t going to even blink an eye. She'd accidentally walked in on me doing more women than anyone should be privy to.
I flipped through the sea of faces and stopped on one girl. "Oh nice. Who's this?" I handed her the phone as my cock twitched in my slacks.
"Oh shit. Wrong list." She pulled her phone closer as I groaned.
"Well, hell. What list is that? I want that girl to come sit next to me tonight." I gave her a sad, puppy-dog face as she laughed loudly.
"That stopped working after you hit puberty and turned into a whore." She handed me the phone back. "Choose quickly so I can get back in there and not have to answer a million questions about being your old lady. Shit’s getting old."
I laughed, loosening up a little now that it was just the two of us. I glanced at the phone and flipped through it, not finding anyone that piqued my interested like the girl on the last list.
"Who was she, D?" I took a deep breath and glanced back down at the phone.
"You don't wanna know." She moved to the edge of her seat, keeping her back to me. "Hurry up."
"You can't rush these things. If I choose the wrong girl, then the likelihood of me keeping it up during sex is-"
"All right. Give me the phone." She turned and pinned me with a hard look.
"Not until you tell me who the hottie was." I pulled the phone back and lifted my eyebrow.
"Pick a girl. They all look the same in the dark, Ethan." She stood up and extended her hand.
"This one is fine." I handed the phone back with a pretty blond smiling at the camera. She was right. I didn't care much about what she looked like. If the room was dark, I'd just imagine her to be the sexy thing in the first list.
"Good." She started to go, but I grabbed her wrist.
"Come on, D. Fuck. Don't make me ask again." My heart skipped a beat in my chest as she glared down at me. Something was up, and if I hated anything it was surprises.
Ethan"I'll tell you when I get back." She pocketed the phone and walked out, leaving me there wondering what the hell was going on.She returned a few minutes later with the cute blonde from the second list beside her. "Ethan, this is Amber Mills. She's a big fan of yours, and head of your fan club back in Seattle. She won these tickets tonight.""Awesome." I stood up and dusted my slacks to get rid of the excess popcorn I seemed to be collecting there. I extended my hand, but the girl rushed me, wrapping her arms around my waist and giggling loudly. The sound made me want to cringe, but I locked my jaw and glanced up at Deza. It would seem that my 'date' for the event was going to be a choice I would soon regret."Oh my God. I'm totally in love with you." She squeezed hard, and I worked to pull her arms from me."That’s great. Sit down here and let me and Deza finish our conversation." I looked down at her. "And then you can ask me three questions. Any three you want to.""Oh my God
One Week LaterRiley"Oh God. I hate accounting." Charlotte pressed her hands to her face and let out a long groan as we sat at the table together."Then why are you studying it?" I glanced up from the lines I was working to memorize. I'd scored a side part in the next school play at UCLA. My best bet for snagging a real agent and dropping mine was to grab someone’s attention in one of the college productions. Sadly enough, it was more about who you knew and not what you were capable of."It's part of my business degree." She closed the book and leaned back. "Guess what I heard this morning, or rather saw.""What?" I reached for my Coke and took a quick sip as it spilled onto my papers. "Shit."I got up and grabbed a few paper napkins as she continued like nothing happened."They're having open auditions to a big time movie coming up." She wagged her eyebrows and took a sip of my Coke."Oh yeah? What? Elves in Wonderland three?" I lifted my eyebrow and gave her a cheeky grin as I clea
RileyI laughed and turned back to the bar. "I had to set up the experiment. Now, let's introduce the possibility of sex and see if he bends.""Bends? How? There aren't any limes." She pressed her arm against mine and shook her head at me."Sure there are. He's working in the biggest bar in L.A. They have limes. Just bite your lip and look innocent when I glance over at you."The guy headed back as Charlotte started to ask another question. I nudged her and squeezed my shoulders together, forcing my breasts to rise a little.His eyes moved down me like he hadn't been standing in front of me five minutes before. "Here's your beer, pretty girl. Looks like it's on the house tonight.""Thank you." I took the beer and pressed it to my lips as I watched him closely. "What time do you get off?"His eyes widened a little. "Tonight?""Mmhmm." I took a sip and put the beer down before licking at my lips as if trying to capture every. Last. Drop.He swallowed and shrugged. "Around three.""Good.
EthanI woke up early the next morning, hoping to find time to get to the gym before having breakfast with Deza and Frank. Guess the old goat wanted to tell me about the open auditions himself. Funny that he was doing it the day after it was released in the papers.The warmth beneath my covers left me not wanting to move. I groaned at the thought of the chick from the night before. She'd been overly eager to follow me around during the party, making herself look like my girlfriend to everyone with a camera. It was no matter. Deza would set them all straight with a statement about us being good to our fans."Almost too good." I arched my hips as I took myself in my hand and tugged at my hardened flesh. I couldn't get my fingers wrapped around the thickness of my cock, but it was what it was. Most women couldn't get anything wrapped around it. After spending most of my teenage years frustrated over the number of times I'd worked a girl up to being ready to take me only to have her unabl
EthanIt felt cheap and gross to show fake passion on the big screen. All the women watching thought I actually felt the way I portrayed toward my co-star, hell, most of the women playing across from me thought I was in love with them.It was acting. It's what I did."No." I shrugged and glanced up at the waitress as she gave me a shy smile."I'm sorry to ask this, but can you please autograph something for me? My friends are never going to believe I got to wait on you." She bit her lip and gave me a hopeful look. I usually ate in the back room and they had one older woman that waited on me. We were taking a chance today, but it didn't seem like it was going to turn out too terribly bad. An autograph I could handle. Being pawed at? No."Sure." I took the paper and glanced back up at her. "Who do I make the note out to?""Tammy. Thank you so much, Mr. Lewis. I think it's just so incredibly cool that you wanted to have open auditions. My cousin is trying out for the part in the new movi
RileyI never made it to bed the night before, but crashed on the couch instead. After getting the crick out of my back, I walked to the kitchen and yawned so hard I thought my jaw might pop out of socket."Damn," I mumbled and rubbed my face.The front door opened behind me and Charlotte walked in, looking about how I felt."Hey," she mumbled and closed the door before dropping her purse and kicking off her shoes. "What a waste of getting undressed.""Oh yeah? That bad?" I popped the top on the coffee and worked to get it brewing so I could properly wake up."He's gotten worse. I swear he stuck it in and came." She rolled her shoulders as she moved up beside me. "I know I'm good in bed, but come on. Really?""At least you had sex." I moved to the counter next to me and pulled two coffee mugs out. "I think it's been three months for me.""This wasn't the kind of sex that anyone would miss. I promise." She walked to the fridge and got out the creamer. "I saw you dancing with Jace. He d
Riley"Whatever," I mumbled and pulled the bacon off onto a plate Charlotte had gotten ready for me while I was lost to thought."Is this the line you have to record?" She laughed and moved up beside me. "I'm not sure I could get this out without laughing."I glanced over at it and snatched it from her hands. "Do the eggs for us. I jack them up every time, and yes... this is the line.""Say it for me.""No." I walked back to the breakfast bar and picked up my coffee. "Why do they have to make women look like weak sex-hungry creatures in these movies? Ethan is man enough to keep the attention of the audience without having to dim his co-star. It's dumb.""Say the line." She glanced over her shoulder. "Use that sexy voice that got us into the club and got me a handful of limes last night.""You clean the bathroom and the kitchen and I'll do it." I looked up."Just the kitchen. The bathroom is all you. That's your fucking mess." She picked up the plate of bacon and set it in front of me,
Four Days LaterEthan"More." The sexy girl riding my cock glanced back at me and whimpered loudly.I gripped her ass as she sat reverse cowgirl and lifted my hips, pressing into her a little more. She barely had a third of me inside of her, and I was shaking with the need to impale her."Take more then." I pulled her back as she groaned again and reached back, making me stop. The lack of movement was killing me. Fucking was starting to be the last thing on my mind. It never turned out the way I needed it to.The phone buzzed next to me as she panted and pushed back a little more.I moaned and let my head hit the pillow. "Just lift up and fuck the tip, baby. I gotta get to the studio.""No. I want more. I can do it. You're just really big." She pushed back and stopped again as her arms started to shake.I picked up my phone and barked into it. "What?""Stop being a dick and get up here. You're up in an hour with our first audition and yet you're nowhere to be found. I know as well as