My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (4 page)

Moments later he was between my thighs licking me until I exploded into an orgasmic bomb. It was years of pent-up sexual tension for this one man. My body had finally caught up with those years, and I trembled and shook with pleasure. I was still in disbelief that this was happening, but I told myself that I deserved this. I had waited so long for an experience like this, and I needed to just be in the moment. Who knew this could be the one and only time that I had Jackson licking me like this. Then he got up on his knees between my thighs, unzipped his pants and pulled out his long hard cock. I suddenly saw why he was so confident and arrogant. He had a very big cock; it was so fat I worried it might hurt my small frame. But I didn't care I wanted him and I wanted him now. I wanted all of him. He push the tip of his cock inside of me and then he kissed me long and deep. I was ready, I open my thighs wide ready to except him, and that’s when we were rudely interrupted.

RING! RING!

It was the doorbell. "Don't worry, whoever it is will go away,” he said breathlessly as he was about to fuck me. Then there was another sound… Beep! Beep! It was his cell phone on the dining table ringing and vibrating like crazy. He looked at me as though he knew exactly who was at the door and who was calling him. He sighed heavily, as though in defeat. As though he knew what was about to happen. I however did not know that a massive storm was about to blow through his Hollywood Hills mansion, with me inside of it. I was still in sex mode trying to calm my body down. I was not prepared for what happened next.

"I'm sorry I should probably get that. If it is who I think it is they have a key to my house and they will be walking in any second," he said as he pushed his hard cock back in his pants and zipped up. He pulled my dress back down to my knees and I sat up wide eyed and confused. What the hell was going on?

"Just stay here.  I will be right back,” he said as he walked out of the room and down the hall to the door.

I tried to fix my hair and look less flustered as though I was not in the midst of having sex. I hoped that whoever it was would not be coming inside. Then I heard raised voices. One of them was his voice, and the other was a female voice. It was very familiar to me, which was strange because I didn't know any of his friends. Then I heard the voice getting louder, it was angry. No, not just angry it was coming inside, "who the hell is here?" The voice said as it came closer and closer. I was suddenly frightened and confused. However I was not prepared for what happened next. In walked Casey Caster, the famous model turned movie star. I knew exactly who she was because she and Jackson had been off and on for almost 10 years. I was in shock as she came into the room and stared at me and gave me an evil glance. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

I was in a frozen state of confusion and shock. Were they still a couple? Had I been seduced by a bad boy in the worst way possible, meaning I was being used to cheat on his girlfriend. This was not happening to me! Not only had I gone back on my word to myself to not fuck up my career by fucking the lead, I now had unwanted drama. Casey was a notorious bitch, very aggressive and scary. This was not good. I didn’t know how I would get out of this with out having my name dragged through every mud puddle throughout Hollywood. I had fucked up. I new that my reputation at this crucial time of the beginning of my career was not to be fucked with, yet I went ahead and let my lust lead me. I was completely fucked.

ROSALYN

I was in awe of everything that had happened to me. It was as of all of my dreams came true as far as romance and my career were concerned. I had accomplished what so many women had dreamed of, not just in general… but about the exact same man. Jackson Lane was the motorcycle bad boy action movie star, and not only was he set to star in my very first screenplay, but things had also turned sensual between us. I had a massive crush on this man since I was a teenager. He was almost 10 years older than I was, so I did have posters of him on my walls when I was growing up. Now, the universe had given me everything I had dreamed of, the epic writing career, and my dream man. It is ok to dream, because things can come true, even as far-fetched as they seem. However, sometimes a dream can turn into a bit of a nightmare, like what I was experiencing now.

After first meeting Jackson Lane at a producer meeting regarding my screenplay and the part he might play, there had been a sexual chemistry tension between us. It was thick. However, I didn't think too much of it because he was a charming man who was able to acquire any woman he wanted, so I knew not to take his flirting too seriously. That was until he took me for a ride on his motorcycle and things escalated. I had told myself that I would not become involved with him, because it was too dangerous for my career. I did not want people thinking I fucked my way into Hollywood, but that turned out to be a promise I could not keep. We spent a lot of time together working on the character development of my screenplay, and naturally the sexual tension between us exploded. Things were going great, more than great. After a few hours of working together, I gave in to the desires that I had possessed for so many years. We were right in the middle of him pleasing me when a nightmare showed up at his door.

There I sat frozen on Jackson's couch as his ex-girlfriend yelled at me. Her name was Casey Caster, and she was a well-known bitch in Hollywood and a model actress super star. I knew that she and Jackson had been a couple in the past, and had heard they had been off and on over the last ten years but I didn't know to what extent. I was not one to read the gossip magazines, so I never kept up with people's personal lives. The only Hollywood news I read was industry business news; that was all that mattered to me.

“Who the fuck is this?” she yelled.

“Casey calm the fuck down. Don't talk to her like that. Rosalyn, I'm so sorry. Casey you need to leave now…” Jackson said as he got in front of her and began to try to wrangle her back out the front door. My heart was beating so fast and I was terrified. Not that she would do something to physically harm me, I was terrified that I had let this escalate. I knew not to get involved with this man, and here I was in a scandalous situation that could ruin my career. It was bad enough that I was forming feelings for this man who had a past with many women who were considered A-list celebrities in Hollywood. That was not good for my self-esteem, and it wouldn't be for anyone else’s either.

I put on my shoes with the idea that I was going to sneak out of there while they fought. I didn't need to be here trying to claim Jackson as my territory. There was no point. She obviously wasn't going to leave, and she was looking for a fight. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction, or him the satisfaction of having two women fight over him. I learned a long time ago that when I am in any situation where I feel uncomfortable, I can exercise my right to leave. I could just ghost out of there with no explanation to anyone, I had to put me first. I grabbed my bag and stuffed my laptop, screenplay, and notes quietly into it. I could hear them yelling and screaming at each other but I blocked it out in order to not be alarmed, I only heard bits and pieces. “Why have you not returned my phone calls?” she yelled. “It's over, you have to understand that…” He yelled back.

“No, it's not. What am I supposed to tell my son, who you have become so close to?” She yelled to which he replied, “oh yes, your son, who you adopted and want me to play baby daddy to only when you are single. When you were dating and dumped me for Shane Price, you weren't so concerned with how your son would take suddenly to not seeing me… You were only using your son to manipulate me… I won't stand for it anymore.”

That was the last thing I heard him say as I managed to sneak around them and open the front door, which got both of their attention. However, before both of them could say anything to me, I shut the door behind me. I heard them both yelling, and some of the things that were said seemed to be directed at me. She seemed to say something like, “yeah, get the fuck outta here, whore,” and I think he yelled something like, “don't go!” However, that could've just been my mind wanting him to say that. I quickly got in my car and drove away. It was only until I was down the road headed towards my apartment that I exhaled and felt like I could show any emotion. I don't know why I burst into tears, I think it was just the drastic tension and energy of the situation that got to me. I was shaking like a leaf. I was usually much tougher than this, but this was different. I was beginning to be scared, that this man had touched my heart. Was it just because I had a crush on him since I was a teenager? Or was it something more? It didn't matter now. I concentrated on the road and got myself back to my apartment, only a mile away from his place. I was glad for the close distance in this situation. 

Once I was safe inside my apartment, I was able to fully process what had happened. Everything was going so well, according to my dreams of decades. Jackson was not only having a great time working on the screenplay and character development with me, but we also just clicked. It was as if we had known each other for a very long time. It was both exhilarating and frightening. I had rarely felt like this with many people so to feel this way with my Hollywood crush was note worthy. Then things escalated as we became more and more comfortable with each other… the walls came down, and he kissed me. It was the kiss of my life. Then it escalated even more as we began to enjoy some extreme foreplay, and he went down on me. That was when we were rudely interrupted. However everything before that was so dreamlike, it was almost as if I was out of my body experiencing it, or as if it was happening to someone else. It was too unbelievable that it would be happening to me, yet somewhere deep inside me I felt like I deserved it.

Of course there was always a nagging sensation and low self-esteem that made you feel like you did not deserve it. And there was nothing like an A-list movie star who used to be a model barging in and making you feel like a common whore. She probably thought I was just someone he picked up at a bar, or a star fucker looking for attention. She had no idea that I was a budding new writer, who if I played my cards right would be a powerhouse in Hollywood very soon. I had written an excellent piece that would be a hit at the box office. No, I was not looking for the fame that came with having a successful screenplay, but I was looking for the rush of other offers that would come in to produce anything else that I wrote. That's all I wanted. That was what I had set out to do, and then the universe threw a curveball at me by sending my dream crush to me as the lead and my very first project, Jackson Lane. Then to top it off, he was flirty, charming, and interested in me. So of course this woman, his ex-girlfriend, who was apparently someone that broke his heart and left him for someone else, the movie star Shane Price, was back in his life. Perfect fucking timing.

I paced my room up and down and started to really weigh in, or I guess, size myself up against her. In the looks department, I held nothing compared to her. She was an exotic beauty from the British Virgin Islands, with pale skin and stunning blue eyes. She was 5'10 with long legs, and a perfect body. Before she was an actress she was a high fashion runway model. Her hair was the perfect shade of blonde, and her skin was flawless like porcelain, with a smile that would stop traffic. As far as intelligence went, she was smart. She was not the dumb blonde that Hollywood liked to give Marilyn Monroe type of roles to, no, she was an Academy award winner who played serious roles often transforming her entire look like a chameleon. She was in general, a badass. So there was really only one thing that I had over her, I was not crazy.

From all of her interviews and working with people on set, people often said she was difficult to work with. That she was a high maintenance bitch, and not in the good way, where we think of a bitch taking care of business… No she was the bad bitch rolling her eyes and treating people like shit. This apparently included her ex-boyfriend, Jackson Lane, who she notoriously treated like shit. She was very overbearing, and was almost a mother like figure to him. I guess this should be a red flag to me, that I should not get involved with a man like that. He was turned on by a woman that treated him like shit, he probably saw it as a challenge. You know, since women were constantly throwing themselves at him, someone who was standoffish and mean was probably refreshing to him. Ugh that thought made me want to vomit. Going through all these points, I couldn't hold a candle to her, she was better than me in every way. Sure, she was just an actress, and I was a brilliant writer, but maybe those things were equal in other peoples’ eyes. I don't know.

Then I remembered something else they had argued about, her adopted son. She had adopted a son on her own, something many Hollywood actresses do these days. I didn't know about this, but again I did not read the tabloids. I remember him yelling at her that she was trying to use him to be a father figure to her adopted son, but only when she was single. When she broke his heart for Shane Price, Jackson no longer saw her adopted son. This was a very strange and unique situation I had to admit. I did not want to adopt, I wanted to have my own. I suddenly felt my heart swell up 1000 times bigger as I thought about Jackson putting a baby in me. I wonder if he wanted that too, in general.