Hollywood Bad Boys Club: Book 1: Drake (14 page)

T
alk about being ambushed
.

It took me all of one second to realize something was badly wrong. I entered the suite to find Allie sitting there, her suitcase at her side, computer on her lap, and her eyes puffy and bloodshot. The moment she sees me, the tears flow. I’ve seen that same look on women’s faces before and know exactly what’s at stake, but it catches me by surprise to see it on Allie.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, afraid I already know the gist of it.

She swallows hard, choking back tears, and says, “Tell me the truth: Did you sleep with Siena?”

I’m thankful that my co-star is the problem at hand, because I’m comfortable in my innocence, at least regarding the big question of sex.

“No, I told you that already.”

Allie swings her laptop around to face me. “This would indicate otherwise.” I glance at the page, a translation of a story in one of the many Italian tabloids. Pictures from the night Siena attempted to seduce me, but accompanied by a story claiming it actually happened.

“This is all bullshit, apart from us having dinner together to get to know one another,” I say. “The kiss was just a playful kiss goodnight and there was no intention behind it, I swear. The picture makes it look much worse than it was.”

She gives me a look of utter sadness, as if she’s caught me in a lie. It’s perplexing, because I know the truth about what happened that night.

“I swear that’s what happened. I’ll introduce you to Siena and you can ask her yourself.” I know that isn’t the most persuasive tactic, but it’s all I can think of.

“We’ve already met,” Allie says. “She came by earlier and magically had a key to the suite. She was wearing a tiny dress that may as well have had ‘FUCK ME, DRAKE’ written all over it. Needless to say, she was quite surprised to find another woman here.”

Well, this certainly isn’t good. “She… she was here? When? Did she say what she wanted?”

“She wanted to rehearse tomorrow’s scene,” Allie says. “You know, the sex scene? Why do you need to rehearse a sex scene, Drake? In your hotel room, no less.”

“I’ll be honest, Allie. Siena has tried to hit on me a couple of times since I got here. That first night – the one in the pictures – she wanted to come up here with me but I told her no. It’s a delicate situation because I don’t want to ruin our chemistry during the shoot, but I promise you I have not touched that woman at all, except for that one kiss that she surprised me with. Nothing else has happened.”

“She had a key,” she says, obviously unconvinced.

“The front desk probably gave her one. She’s a huge star in this country. Those poor Italian guys downstairs wouldn’t tell her no.” I’m guessing that’s what happened. I know she didn’t get a key from me.

Allie sits in silence, staring me down.

“What about Vanessa?” she asks. It’s more of an accusation than a question.

“Who is Vanessa?” The name doesn’t ring a bell.

She turns her laptop screen back toward her and hits a few keys, then spins it around again. I’m looking at an out-of-focus picture of a naked man, then I recognize my bedroom and realize it’s my own ass in the picture. I quickly scan the text and it dawns on me it was written by that stupid little slut I picked up at Miguel’s, the one I fucked in a misguided and unsuccessful attempt to get Allie out of my brain.

Now I know I’m in serious trouble with this woman. Even worse, I can tell by the look on her face that I’ve broken her heart.

“Let me explain…”

“Did you fuck this little tramp?”

“It’s complicated.”

“No, it’s actually very simple,” she says as the tears start to flow again. “Did you fuck her? Yes or no?”

It’s time to come clean. Lying might get me out of this, but for some reason I’m unable to lie to Allie.

“Yes, I did.” The words sting, but I can tell from the way Allie recoils that they hurt her even more. “But it’s not what you think.”

Before I can utter another word, she stands and stuffs her laptop into her bag, then heads toward the door with suitcase in tow.

“It’s exactly what I think,” she says.

I move to block her, but she shoves me aside as best she can.

“Allie, you have to let me explain,” I say. “There were extenuating circumstances. I was confused.”

She stops and glares. Somehow, that pissed her off even more.

“You are very confused, Drake. But you’re not a little boy anymore. It’s time to grow up. Your infantile behavior affects other people.”

The words “it’s time to grow up” are like a dagger in my heart, because I suspect she’s right. She’s out the door and down the hall before I regain my mental footing.

I want to chase her down and make her listen. There’s got to be a way of explaining why I had sex with that Vanessa chick. The problem is that I’m still not even sure why I did it. It felt like something I needed to do that night because I’d found myself thinking about Allie in a way I’m not accustomed to thinking about women. It all makes perfect, if somewhat convoluted, sense in my head. Instinctively, though, I know she won’t understand. All that matters to Allie is that right when we were beginning to have a genuine attraction to each other, I had to go and put my dick in another woman.

I had every right to do so, since Allie and I are not a couple now, and definitely weren’t at that point. Hell, we didn’t sleep together until after she came to Italy nearly ten days later. Still, even though I may not have technically been expected to be faithful to her, I have an overwhelming sense now that I’ve betrayed her.

Ever since I first became a household name, I’ve gone from one woman to another, never looking back. If someone I was sleeping with learned that I was fucking someone else, I was unaffected; I would simply forget about both of them and move on to the next.

As I stand in the suite, the door still wide open, for the first time ever I have remorse for what I’ve done.

Maybe it
is
time I grew up.

W
hen I’m called
to the set the next afternoon, I’m a bit of a wreck. I didn’t sleep a wink and pretty much just stared at the ceiling all night. Finally around five in the morning I headed to the hotel’s gym and got a workout in, but I’m really spent physically and emotionally by the time someone comes to get me and escorts me onto the soundstage with the bedroom set. Siena isn’t there yet, and I haven’t spoken to her about her visit to my suite the previous evening. I plan to be as professional as possible and get through this day’s shoot, then worry about Allie tonight.

The set is gorgeous, supposedly the bedroom of Siena’s wealthy character, Chiara. There’s a huge bed with expensive linens, the set’s lighting is subdued, and there are candles burning on both nightstands. It’s very sexy, at least for a movie set. My CIA guy, Rance, has been summoned here by a text sent to a number on a business card he gave Chiara at the end of their earlier pool scene. That evening, she sends him the mysterious text that just says, “I need help NOW!” So Rance races over expecting trouble and finds it, in the form of a totally naked Chiara, tied to the bed. When I first read the script, I was excited about doing this scene, but at the moment I’d rather be anywhere else.

As I’m staring at the fake bedroom and its luxurious furnishings, someone pinches my ass and I turn around to see Siena standing behind me, her robe slightly open at the top and her cleavage screaming for attention.

“I am sorry to make trouble for you and your girlfriend last night,” she says, though I can tell she’s not too bothered about it. “She looked very sexy in that biancheria intima.”

I have absolutely no idea what the word means. “You had a good time later, yes?” she asks.

My glare tells her that isn’t the case. We have no time to sort it out, though, as the director approaches with some last minute thoughts. When he’s done, he asks Siena if she’s ready to do a take. She nods and he orders the unnecessary crew members off the set. Due to the nature of the scene, the set will be closed, with only the half-dozen most vital people remaining. When I enter the room, Siena will be on the bed naked, one ankle tied to a bedpost. She will be wearing a tiny modesty pouch to cover her pussy, then later there will be more takes with a body double for the raciest shots.

I’ll be naked in the scene as well, though my contract states no frontal nudity below the waist. I also have a modesty pouch on underneath my slacks, though I despise the feeling of those things. And on top of everything else, none of this seems to matter because I can’t stop thinking of how I crushed Allie’s feelings.

As soon as we’re down to just a skeleton crew, Michael says, “Okay, places everyone. Let’s do this.”

Siena peels off her robe and lets it fall to the floor next to where I’m standing. She turns to face me and I see she’s not wearing her modesty pouch after all and her hairless pussy is visible. This is surprising because I know what happens in the scene. She tiptoes to me, her big tits pressing against me, and whispers, “Let’s make this sexy, baby.” Then she climbs onto the bed and a crew member helps to tie one ankle to the bedpost. Everyone seems a little stunned by her brazen decision not to wear the modesty pouch, but Michael appears to be fine with it. Once she’s ready and they’ve re-checked the lighting, I move outside the door and wait.

“Action!”

I burst into the room. Rance sees Chiara lying naked on the bed, a length of rope in her hand. Her legs are together, but one ankle is tied to the bedpost.

“I got your text,” I say.

Siena smiles devilishly and says, “Yes, I need your help.” When Rance starts to untie her ankle, she tosses him the rope she’s holding, then spreads her legs wide, pushing her other ankle toward the opposite bedpost. “No, baby, I need your help with this one.”

Rance gets over his surprise quickly and accommodates her wish, securing her so that she’s now spread-eagled. I’m the only one in the room who’s afforded the view of her wide-open pussy, her lips plainly visible. Siena/Chiara’s filthy gaze dares me to look, and I do.

Rance takes his time inspecting her body from every angle, before stripping off his own clothing to take advantage of the situation. The script calls for a lot of fake sex, with me climbing on top and pretending to fuck her missionary-style while she’s tied up. The only actual sexual contact is when I suck on her tit for a few seconds. I go through the motions, lowering myself onto Siena, my hips between her legs. Two weeks ago, I would have had to worry about getting hard at a moment like this. Today I have too much else on my mind.

When Michael yells “Cut!” I already know he’s going to want another take. I just couldn’t focus like I normally can. I quickly get dressed as they set things up again and we give it a second attempt, but it’s not much better. Michael pulls me aside and gently asks if something’s wrong, and I tell him I’m fine and ready for a third try. Siena, still naked on the bed but with her legs back together now, signals Michael and whispers something in his ear as I pick my clothes up off the floor.

Michael suddenly says, “Take five, everyone. All crew off the set for a few minutes.” He and the crew all depart quickly, leaving me standing with my clothes in my hands and Siena on the bed with that one ankle tied up.

“What’s going on?” I ask, confused.

“I told him I want to talk to you,” she says. Her voice is so damned sexy that it’s hard to tell whether she’s still in character or not. “Your brain is somewhere else, maybe with the girlfriend? Did I make trouble?”

I sigh. I feel strange standing there in a modesty pouch, holding my clothes, talking to a gorgeous fully naked woman. “Some trouble, yes,” I say. “Not you, but that magazine, Chi. Allie saw a story that said you and I had sex. She confronted me about it, then left the hotel.”

Siena laughs. “They always get it wrong, every time. There is bad media here in Italia for celebrities.”

“Why did you come to my suite last night?” I ask.

“To fuck you, Drake,” she says, calm as can be. “You said there was no girlfriend, so I was going to tell you it would make today’s shoot better. But really, I have wanted sex with you for years. You have that beautiful body.” Her eyes rove over my practically naked form and her smile is so utterly filthy that I hope she uses it for the scene. “I’m sorry if I made a problem.”

“It’s not just you,” I say, glancing over her lovely body. “There was another woman, right before I left for Italy. But it’s stupid for Allie to be mad – we’re not even officially a couple and she thinks I should be faithful to her?” The words come out, but I’m not even convincing myself. “But I don’t want to lose her.”

“Now I know why your acting today is so bad.”

I’m startled that she’s that blunt, but I can’t deny the truth. “Yeah, it’s really bothering me that I hurt her. I’m sorry. I’m very confused and can’t focus on the scene.”

“Oh, you poor baby,” Siena says. “I understand now! It’s not confusing at all.”

I have no idea what she’s saying. Then she breaks into laughter. “It’s not just Italian men! American men are stupid, too! Maybe all the men in the world are imbecilli!”