My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (5 page)

I felt my self-esteem, which had been very high when I started out my night, plummet to below sea level. I was upset, however the fact that Casey was in her 40’s and I was in my 30’s and could give Jackson a baby made me feel a little better. I guess I should be happy that I had the experience with Jackson that I had so far. I should just be grateful that it stopped before it became a deeper connection for me. This was it, her intrusion was a sign from the universe not to get involved. I would bury these experiences and continue to only have a professional relationship with him. It is exactly what I should've done from the very beginning, however I was glad to have the kiss and the oral sensation that he gave me to put away in my vault of experiences. I laid in bed quietly crying myself to sleep, then my phone beeped. I picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Jackson that read, “Rosalyn, I am so very sorry. I made her leave. I took her keys. It won't happen again. I hope you can forgive…”

I smiled feeling great that he had even bothered to text me an apology at all. I wondered if she was really gone, or if she was still in his house and he had managed to sneak in a text to me. Would they have fucked tonight? I started to feel all these paranoid thoughts… And then remembered that I was done with this. I erased the message and put my phone away. I would not answer him back. It felt good to have some control. At least, I was still my own woman.

The next morning I stretched in my bed and remembered everything that had happened, I covered my face with my hands feeling embarrassed. I had fallen for some serious Hollywood cliché, and had a bit of a scandalous experience because of it. I took a deep breath ready to start on a new foot and focus on the project and only the project. I took a shower, made myself breakfast and was ready to do something very distracting for myself. Maybe I would go to the spa or go get my haircut, something to keep me busy. Then I got another text message it was from my producer, Dan. It read, “Impromptu meeting today with Jackson and his producer at the studio, 3 PM. Be there.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin and dropped my phone. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” I said as I paced the room. What was happening? Why was there suddenly a meeting, when a meeting was not planned? Was this Jackson's doing? Was this the witch Casey's doing? She probably had some pull with the studio being a star herself… but she didn't know who I was. Unless, Jackson told her who I was… The paranoid thoughts went on and on like a hamster wheel in my head. I became very paranoid and scared. I grabbed my phone and called Dan.

“Hey, what's up with the meeting today? I will be there of course, but is anything wrong?”

“No, I don't think anything is wrong, I think the studio just wants to take it down from an R-rated film to a PG-13, so I think it is to discuss that as far as I know.”

“Oh, I see… OK I will see you then,” I said is I hung up the phone. I wonder if that was the excuse that Jackson told everyone. I wonder if they would just buy the script and get me off the project now? He was the star here and he had more power than I did. After the screenplay was bought I came on as a producer, but that could easily be changed, the studio ruled all.

I was completely flustered, scared, and felt really stupid for jeopardizing my career. The next few hours were excruciating, and then I called a car to take me to the meeting. I was too jittery and on edge to drive, plus it was close by.

JACKSON

I was beyond pissed off. I finally got to a point with Rosalyn that I had wanted since I met her. Not only had we spent hours working on a project together, but I felt a connection when we were doing it. It was only then that I had to kiss her, and of course once we were kissing, things quickly escalated. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. Carrying her to the couch and spreading her thighs so I could taste her was exactly what I had hoped would happen. Then I was so close to satisfying our urges. I was so damn hard, and ready to satisfy her and myself by burying my fat cock inside of her. I couldn't last any longer and I thought I was going to explode. I wanted her so bad. I hadn't wanted a woman this badly in a long time. Maybe it was because I usually had them for one night stands and casual sex, not really getting to know who they really were... the way I had in the short time with Rosalyn.

Then, the one woman who I had let into my life so many years ago showed up again, just as she had done in the past. She always showed up when she was single and when she needed attention. When we were a couple I loved her dearly, but she dumped me for another actor. When that relationship went south she would often show up as a damsel in distress. Being the gentleman I was, I never turned her away. I had even formed a bond with her adopted son. But then she would leave me again once she had someone else in her life. I finally grew tired of it. I was an older man now, I couldn't keep up this carnival-like up-and-down roller coaster of physical and emotional bullshit with her. I had given her my heart so many times and she stomped all over it every time. I had completely forgot that she had a set of keys to my house, until she was banging on the door and calling my phone, then it hit me she could come in if she wanted to. I was completely pissed off because things did not go as I wanted. Casey should have been the one to leave, not Rosalyn. However I understood why Rosalyn left as soon as she could, literally within seconds of Casey showing up. I thought that was impressive. There are few women that wouldn't fight back, getting into a sort of catfight, however Rosalyn was different. She was mature and intelligent in a way that most people were not. I understood that, I was that. This is probably why she made so much sense to me. I'm not going to lie to myself… When we were working on the screenplay and sitting at my table, I couldn't help but to think how great it would be to have this type of future. How awesome would it be to be married to a writer like her, and we would work on projects together. Not that I expected her to write all projects with the male lead that I could play, but it would be amazing if a few of them were, and our future would be one of working together and loving together. This is new territory for me and those thoughts made me very happy. I didn't know if it was my cock that was feeling so unsatisfied because I didn't get to fuck her after I was so damn hard, or if it was my heart speaking to me.

I made Casey finally leave, taking away her keys making sure she understood that it was in fact, over. However I knew her too well to know that she would not stop showing up, but I had to hope. Maybe she would find another relationship and leave me alone.

Shit, this woman would never leave me alone until I was married, only then would she know that I was serious about another woman and she could stop using me. It scared me in that moment that when I thought of marriage, Rosalyn popped into my mind. I grabbed my phone ready to call her, but what would I say? No, I would just send her an apology. I felt the shame and embarrassment of everything that had happened, and I knew that would be evident in my voice.

I typed out and erased several messages before I finally settled on, “Rosalyn I am so very sorry. I made her leave. I took her keys. It won't happen again. I hope you can forgive...”

I sat down on the couch and put the phone on the coffee table in front of me. I stared at it for quite some time waiting for a reply but there was nothing. I got up and poured myself a drink; tequila on the rocks like we had been drinking earlier. Then I went back and checked my phone, nothing. What was I doing? I was acting like a chick staring at the phone waiting for a text message. I sent the apology, that was all I could do... maybe she was asleep.

I hoped that there would be a message waiting for me in the morning. Instead there was something else. My producer called me and told me that there was an impromptu meeting scheduled for today at the studio. I started to panic. Was Rosalyn not who I thought she was? Maybe she was crazy and she was getting revenge on me through the project. What if she got me off of the project? I would be devastated. It was one of the best roles I had read in a long time and I wanted to be the one to do it. Would she be that conniving? I guess I really didn't know her like I thought I did. Women, they were all the same. They were all crazy. This is why I remained a bachelor, just me and my motorcycle. It was all that mattered. “Fuck!” I said out loud as I got ready for my day and the meeting which was sure to be awkward.

We all sat around the conference table as the studio executive told us why the film should be change from R rated to PG-13, and everyone seem to be listening except for me. I simply nodded my head here and there to pretend I was listening, I was too distracted by Rosalyn sitting across from me. She looked lovely and I immediately thought about how I came so close to being inside of her. That made me shift in my seat, she looked at me briefly and then looked away. Was she pissed off at me still? As I listened to words here and there from the executive, I realized that this was not about me and her, it was a legitimate studio meeting that had nothing to do with our personal involvement. That was a relief to me. I really could trust her. She was levelheaded, calm, and intelligent. In all, she seemed to be perfect, and I had fucked that up by not cleaning up my past, but I didn't know that things would happen this way. I didn't know that cleaning up my past was needed because I didn't know that I would meet someone like her, ever. The meeting seemed to drag on for about two hours, but when I looked at my watch I realized it had only been 45 minutes.

Everyone shook hands and said their goodbyes in a typical fashion. Rosalyn shook my hand and said goodbye in a calm, professional manner. She didn't show any emotion, just politely smiled as though we were strangers. Then she walked out. I wanted to say so much to her in that moment, but I had my bad boy reputation to keep up. Plus, I don't think the producers would like to know that we had become involved, they frowned upon such things and for good reason. A few minutes later I was on my motorcycle leaving the garage when I saw her standing out on the sidewalk.

“Can we talk?” I said sincerely. She looked around as though making sure no one was watching us.

“No, really… you don't have to explain anything to me. I understand. There is no need. I made a mistake becoming involved and I won't let it jeopardize our professional relationship. Everything is great. It's our secret,” she said that she looked at her phone.

That wasn't enough for me. I didn't want it to be over and I wanted to explain, “Please, I really need to talk.” I said. I hadn't said anything like that to a woman in a long time. It was refreshing.

“Okay but it here. I'm waiting for a car service to pick me up,” she said.

I hopped up from the seat and pulled the helmet out and handed it to her. She looked around again and then she smiled and put it on. I helped her to buckle it once more. Then she hopped on behind me wrapping her legs and arms against me, I felt great. I took off so that no one would see us. I drove up through the Hollywood Hills, knowing that she lived close to me. I yelled over my shoulder at her, “which way to your place?”

“It's up on Doheney right on the corner,” she yelled over the growl of the motorcycle.

I rolled up to her street taking my time. I rather enjoyed having her arms wrapped around me and her body pressed against my back. She smelled like lavender and roses and flashes of her naked bottom half in front of me as I licked her came into my mind. I felt myself getting hard. She had that effect on me. A few minutes later she pointed out the way to an apartment complex and I pulled my bike up in front of it. “Can I come up?” I asked her.

“Yes, but only for a few minutes,” she said as she nervously fidgeted. I thought it was adorable.

We walked quietly into her apartment which was sparsely decorated. I went straight into what I wanted to say, there was no time or need to ease into it. “Look, Rosalyn… The other night was not what I expected to happen. I don't want you to think that that was the norm for me, she comes around in my life once or twice a year, and it's never a good thing. I just don't want it to seem like I planned it that way, I'm not that much of a jerk.”

“I know that, it’s fairly obvious that it was just as much a surprise to you as it was to me. It was an embarrassing situation, but maybe it was for the best. We should not have been doing that. We should keep this strictly professional. I have a lot riding on this project and I don't want anything to mess that up. I hope you understand that.” She said that as she moved away from me, putting distance between us. My heart sank when she said those words, I still wanted to explore this, whatever it was. I wanted to find out where it would lead us. If it led nowhere then we would be no better off than we are now. But I have to respect her wishes. It was important. “Okay, I understand if that is what you want. I have to apologize again, and I am going to keep things professional. I understand if that is what you want. I have to apologize again, and I am going to keep things professional. I look forward to working with you on this project.”