FAME

Book 8: The Keatyn Chronicles®

by Jillian Dodd

Genres: Romantic Comedy; Literary Fiction

Synopsis

FAME. POWER. MONEY. SEX. LOVE.

Follow the lives and loves of those who work at Captive Films:

Riley Johnson — Captive Films’ CEO and millionaire playboy is hot, privileged, and seriously single. He’s got it all—a brand new jet, exotic cars, a luxury penthouse, and a different aspiring actress (or two) in his bed every night. His life is perfect until the only girl he ever loved walks back into it, causing him to wonder if he truly has it all.

Keatyn Douglas — Hollywood’s sweetheart and owner of Captive Films leads a chaotic, glamorous life. But running a successful film studio, writing scripts, and her own acting career leave little time for the things she dreams of, like marrying the man she loves and having babies. When drama starts at work, she may decide to give it all up for life out of the fast lane.

Dawson Johnson — The dark and dreamy marketing consultant joins Captive to escape his past. For the last two years, his sole focus has been on caring for his adorable daughters after tragedy struck their lives. He comes to Captive looking for a fresh start and, if all goes well, he might find a lot more than that in Hollywood.

Knox Daniels — Considered the sexiest man alive by a certain magazine, the sentiment is echoed by the actor’s adoring fans. While romance abounds in the roles he plays, he’s convinced he’ll never find his own happily ever after—until he meets a woman who just might change that. 

Shelby Benson — The beautiful cocktail waitress and wanna-be actress struggles to make ends meet. A chance encounter with Riley Johnson is her lucky break and the golden ticket to everything she’s ever dreamed of—fame, power, money, sex, and love.

Written soap-opera style with multiple points of view, you can expect lots of drama, sex, and tabloid-worthy events.

Release date: December 23, 2014

Publisher: Swoonworthy Books

Print pages: 280

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Tuesday, September 23rd

Movie Premiere - Paris

RILEY

 

I adjust my tie in the mirror, mute my cell phone, and check my watch again. “Are you almost ready, Sh—” Shit, what the fuck is her name? Shell—something. Shell—y, Mi—chelle, Ra—chelle? No. I’m pretty sure it’s Shelly, but I decide to go with Shell, just to be safe. “—ell?”

“I just need a few more seconds! It’s not my fault you kept me in bed for so long, daddy,” her voice shrills.

Which is such a lie, it’s totally her fault. 

She was impressed with our beautiful Parisian hotel suite and decided to show her appreciation by sucking my dick then riding me like a cowgirl. 

At the time, I didn’t care if I was a little late but, now, as my arrival time looms, I’m getting irritated. 

I’m Riley Johnson. 

I've got it all. 

Brand new jet. Exotic cars. Luxury penthouse. Black card. A different aspiring actress—or two—in my bed every night. 

I run Captive Films.

Where we leave you begging for more. 

Or, maybe that's just me.

My life is perfect. 

No relationships. No distractions. 

I’m all business. 

Even with the girls I date. 

And by date, I mean fuck. 

Because that’s all it is to me. 

I’ve never been much of a rule follower, except for the one I made for myself a long time ago.

No love. Just sex. 

And never more than forty-eight hours with the same girl. 

With the flight from L.A. to Paris, I’m nearing sixteen hours with Shelly. 

I wait another ten minutes before giving up. “If you don’t come out now, I’m leaving without you.”

She pops open the bathroom door and smiles at me. “Looking this good takes time.”

And, I will admit, she looks damn good. 

Her long, red silky dress, with the dangerously plunging neckline barely containing her double D’s, is hugging all her curves. Yes, I made a good choice. 

We met a couple days ago at one of the clubs I like to frequent when I mentioned to my friend, movie star Knox Daniels, that’d I’d be in Paris for The Keatyn Chronicles Trilogy movie premiere this week. 

She slid her ample ass next to me on the couch and told me she would go with me. 

I laughed at her, honestly. 

I was planning to be here stag because after the premiere I’m attending a fashion show. One of Keatyn’s little sisters, who at sixteen isn’t so little anymore, will be walking the catwalk. And then it’s to a party filled with some of my favorite kind of people.

Models. 

“What do you think?” she asks, spinning in a circle that causes a boob to pop out of her dress. 

“Didn’t you tape those things in?” I ask, horrified. “That can’t happen on the red carpet.” 

Keatyn would kill me.

Shell-whatever looks down and goes, “Whoopsie!” She shoves the offending boob back in place while chomping on a piece of gum. 

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the best choice.

“Spit out the gum,” I say.

She slides up to me and cups the front of my pants with her hand. “Why? Is there something you’d rather I have in my mouth?”

“Maybe in the limo,” I tell her and drag her out to the waiting car.

Once we’re tucked into the backseat, she reminds me why I brought her.

With her very talented mouth.

 

 

We survive the red carpet walk and subsequent interviews without any nipple slips. After joining Keatyn and Aiden, her long time beau, we are seated in the ornate theater. 

The Keatyn Chronicles movies are about Keatyn Douglas’ real life, when at seventeen, the daughter of famous actress Abby Johnston, was almost kidnapped by a stalker and was sent to an East Coast boarding school—under an assumed name—for her safety. Since the boarding school is where Keatyn and I became friends, I get to see some of my own life unfolding on the screen before me. I watch the day we met. It was Eastbrooke’s New Student Orientation. I was sitting next to Dallas McMahon, who is now Captive Films’ Chief Legal Counsel and a partial owner. We were already checking her out before she marched in our direction. With her long blonde hair, tan skin, and killer body, it’s safe to assume all the guys were doing the same. It shocked the hell out of us when she marched up the bleachers—wearing a dress and cowboy boots—and sat down between us. 

I chuckle watching the three of us sneaking out of our dorms after curfew to smoke and talk. 

Then I get lost in the rest of the movie. 

Keatyn showing up at my dorm room in tears when my older brother, Dawson, dumped her for his ex-girlfriend. 

The three of us shooting a naughty music video to get back at him.

And, then, the part I can’t bear to watch. 

If only I could turn off my ears, then I wouldn’t have to relive how crazy I was about Ariela Ross. 

In this scene, we’re in my dorm room. 

I keep telling Keatyn how pretty Ariela is. How I’m scared to text her after hanging out with her the night before. Keatyn telling me she thought she had a boyfriend at home, but I didn’t care. I was here. He wasn’t. And I was freaking Riley Johnson. She was so pretty. A cheerleader with dark brown hair, gorgeous eyes, and a perfect body. 

I had no idea at the time that I would fall totally and completely in love with her. 

Or that she would break my heart. 

Thank god, that’s not in the movie. It was bad enough that I included a photo at the end showing the real Keatyn and Aiden with the cast and crew of A Day at the Lake 2. Keatyn’s stalker was obsessed with her mom’s first movie, the cult classic, A Day at the Lake. Because of Keatyn’s resemblance to her mother, he wanted to remake it with Keatyn. And while you’d have to watch the movie or read the books we just released to understand it all, Keatyn managed to pull off a hostile takeover of the stalker’s movie production company. At seventeen, she was named Chairman of the Board of what would become Captive Films. 

It’s hard to believe that my career as a director, producer, and CEO started with a friendship and a music video. The naughty video we did to make my brother mad turned out so well that when Keatyn’s childhood friend, Damian Moran, needed a music video made in a few days, she suggested me. I didn’t really have a clue what I was doing, but went with my gut. That video, and the fact that Keatyn looked damn hot in it, took his band, Twisted Dreams, to the top of the charts and I went on to produce many more videos. The summer before our senior year, Keatyn and I teamed up to make our first movie, the remake of A Day at the Lake that Captive Films owned the rights to. With Keatyn’s connections, her acting ability, and my direction, we had our company’s first hit. 

In the eleven years since then, Keatyn’s become one of today’s hottest actresses and together we’ve built Captive Films into what it is now. A multi-billion dollar company.

Keatyn is sitting in front of me with Aiden. Her head is on his shoulder and, knowing her, she’s crying as she relives their love story. 

Little does she know, he’s going to ask her to marry him tonight.

 

Movie Premiere - Paris

KEATYN

 

Aiden puts his hand on my knee and whispers to me as The End rolls across the movie screen in front of us. “It’s really hard to believe we’ve been together for over ten years.”

I give him a kiss thinking how crazy it is that a silly wish I made on the moon led me to the love of my life. It’s even crazier to think we just watched the story of that love on the big screen with other people portraying us. 

The audience is clapping and cheering for their favorite characters as the credits scroll across the screen.

I think the audience feels the same way we do. 

We can’t believe it’s over. 

It feels like an era has ended. Three movies in three and half years. 

All produced by Riley and me. 

And all based on my life.

The biggest cheers, though, are saved for the actors who played Keatyn and Aiden. 

I clap loudly and whistle, thrilled at how much everyone loves them together. In the first movie, most viewers were torn between all the cute boys. It’s kind of funny to me that most moviegoers didn’t realize it was based on a real life couple. They’ve been heating up social media sites and online forums claiming that if Keatyn didn’t choose Aiden they would all die. Millions wore four-leaf clover T-shirts and tweeted #ifly. It’s hard to believe his simple sweet gestures of giving me a four-leaf clover for luck before my dance team tryouts and texting me ifly—which stands for I fucking love you—have affected so many people.

Next on the screen is a musical montage of our real life together. Although I wasn’t sure about including shots of us, Riley offered me two options. He was either going to make up a happily ever after for the movie, or I was going to show that the real Keatyn and Aiden got one of their own. He said people would love the movie’s ending, where I took Aiden to see the land I bought him when I thought I wouldn’t survive my showdown with the stalker. The deed was supposed to go to him along with a note that told him how I felt—after I died. He had told me about his dream to own a vineyard that would produce a wine dedicated to raising money for worthy charities. I wanted him to live out that dream, with or without me. But I survived. And I took him up on the hill overlooking the ocean on one side and the rows of grapes on the other and gave it to him myself. We were both crying when he said that we were going to build our mansion of love in this very spot. I laughed and told him that was good, because I brought the dirt. You’d have to see the movie to understand, but—long story, short—the dirt symbolized building a strong foundation for our relationship. That was the last scene in the movie, and it really was the perfect happy ending. 

But Riley felt that the audience would want more. They’d want to know if our love, that seemed so strong at eighteen, survived. He threatened to add a scene where a college-aged Aiden asks Keatyn to marry him. 

Aiden put his foot down, since we aren’t engaged in real life. 

We’ve been together since the dirt scene.

There is no relationship status. 

We just are.

And we’re happy.

And that’s all that matters.

At least, it did.

Until this morning. 

When a little pink line appeared on a stick. 

One little pink line that's going to change both our lives. 

Suddenly, I want what we keep saying we’re too busy for. The fairytale wedding. The ribbons blowing in the trees. Twinkle lights to dance under.

We settled, instead, on a photo montage of our real life together. Showing that we are still together. Still living our happily ever after.

Photos of us flash by on the screen.

Being crowned Homecoming King and Queen.

Aiden being silly and carrying me over the threshold of our senior prom.

Aiden scooping me up into his arms and twirling me around on our high school graduation day. 

Us with the cast and crew who worked on A Day at the Lake 2. 

Aiden escorting me to the Academy Awards.

The two of us dancing cheek-to-cheek at the lavish rock star wedding of Damian, and Aiden’s sister, Peyton.

Then there are numerous travel photos of us. We started a trend with the hashtag #SunsetSelfies and are working toward watching a million sunsets together. 

 

“What’d ya think?” Riley asks as I stand up.

I turn around and hug him, ignoring the blonde attached to his side.

“I know I fought you on adding the parts from your and Aiden’s point of view. But, you were right. The car chase scene where you and Aiden crashed into the stalker’s van after he kidnapped me and Dallas was amazing.” I hug him again as my eyes tear up. “I’ll never be able to repay either of you for rescuing us.”

“Baby, I need to pee,” the blonde says, at a totally inappropriate time. 

“So, go,” Riley says, shrugging her off. “It should have been amazing. We used a lot of my actual footage from that day—digitally enhanced, of course.”

“And, more importantly,” Aiden adds, teasingly, “I didn’t have to sacrifice another Maserati. So, Boots, I hate to break up the trip down memory lane, but we need to head out.”

I swoon when he calls me Boots. It’s what he called me before he knew my name.

I glance at his watch. “We have plenty of time before the fashion show. Speaking of memory lane,” I say to Riley. “I was surprised to see you added a photo with Ariela in it. Maybe you should call her sometime. See how she’s doing. It’d be nice to see you with the same girl more than once. I swear you must have a stable of blondes hidden behind your penthouse.”

“No fucking way,” he replies. “I’m perfectly happy with Shelly.”

I bite my lip, holding back a smile. 

“What?” he asks. 

“Her name is Shelby.”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Close enough.”

The actors who played Keatyn and Aiden join us. We all congratulate them on another success, and I give them huge hugs.

I watch Riley pat Aiden on the back and say something discreetly to him.

“All right,” Aiden says to me, “we have to get going.”

I take his hand. “You and Riley looked sneaky. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he says, dragging me toward the exit.

“I heard him say something about luck.”

“Oh, he just said with any luck, he’d accidentally lose Shelby somewhere between the premiere and the party so he could hang with all the models.”

“Are there any models left that he hasn’t already dated? Or any aspiring actresses? I wish he’d aim a little higher, age-wise. Maybe find someone who’s already successful. Maybe I should set him up with—”

“Riley doesn’t want strings. Ariela broke his heart when she wouldn’t come to California with him after graduation.”

“Did you talk to him about it? I was shocked he added that photo of the cast party. They looked so in love.” 

“I tried to talk to him, but he just turned it around and gave me shit.”

“About what?”

“Us. He said I couldn’t give relationship advice until I’d put a ring on it.”

“You did put a ring on it,” I say, holding out the vintage diamond and emerald four-leaf clover ring he gave me years ago. “That’s all we’ve ever needed.” 

I realize I’ve been silly. We don’t need a piece of paper to tell us we’re in love. We can have a baby and not be married. Our love is all that matters. It’s all that’s ever mattered.

The corners of Aiden’s beautiful mouth turn down for a second. I’m about to ask him why, but am interrupted by him telling my bodyguard that we’re going straight to the car and not stopping for autographs.

Which is weird, because he’s always so supportive. 

As he drags me toward the car, I’m trying to at least wave to all the fans yelling my name. 

“Stop rushing me, Aiden. You’re starting to piss me off.”

When the limo door shuts behind us, he gives me a hard kiss, which manages to both cool down my temper and heat up my insides at the same time. He still gets me as worked up as he did the day I met him. It was my first day at boarding school, when I decided to stop scripting out my life and do something crazy. I ran down a hill wearing a dress and cowboy boots, interrupting a shirts vs skins boys’ soccer game, stole the ball, dribbled it down the field, and kicked it past the goalie’s head. A goalie so beautiful I immediately nicknamed him the God of All Hotties. 

And have been in love with him ever since. 

He looks so handsome tonight. His dark blonde hair, those gorgeous green eyes, the sexy freckle on his cheek, a dark suit perfectly tailored to highlight his tall, lean body. 

I move my hands to the front of his pants, forgetting I’m mad and thinking about the hotness behind his zipper, when his phone rings. 

He checks the display and hands it to me. “It’s Dallas. I’m sure he wants to talk to you.”

“Hey, Dallas,” I say.

“Riley’s predicting box office success.”

“He always does.”

“What do you think?”

“I think I agree with him. Releasing the full three-movie version was brilliant.”

“Wait. Did I hear that right? Is this history in the making? Did you just admit to being wrong?” 

“Yes, I said it. You’ll be busy adding up the money. How's RiAnne feeling? Baby five cooperating?” 

“I can't tell you how many times this week she's said she needs this baby out of her. She’s pouting because we couldn't come to Paris with y’all, and now she’s craving macaroons.” 

“Are you getting her some?”

“Of course.”

“You're a good man.”

“Always have been.” 

“Damn straight. Tell her we’ll celebrate with dinner at the beach when we get back.”

“Sounds good. Tell Aiden good luck tonight.”

“Okay,” I say. “Bye.”

As soon as I hang up, I turn to Aiden. “Wait. Why did Dallas just tell me to wish you luck?”

He gives me a smirk. “Probably thinks I’m going to need it. You know, holding off all the models that will be hitting on me after the fashion show.”

I kiss him. “You’re bad.”

“So what was your favorite part of the movie?”

“Oh, gosh, I have so many. But probably when I first told you I love you.”

 The limo stops at the base of the Eiffel Tower. 

“What are we doing here?” 

“Thought we’d take in the view. It’s a gorgeous evening,” he says.

He ushers me out of the car, and we meet a concierge who takes us to the top. 

 

We lean against the railing and take in the view of Paris.

“You can see our apartment from here,” he says, pointing in its direction.

“The view is the reason we bought it, remember? It had great bones but was such a mess.”

“It’s beautiful now, which makes it worth it.”

“We’ve done a lot over the years,” I say. Watching the movie of our love has left me feeling very nostalgic. 

“You’re right,” Aiden says, and starts naming off our accomplishments. “Two college degrees. Twelve movies. Thousands of sunsets in twenty-six countries. We built our mansion of love overlooking the vineyard and managed to survive the renovations of our Paris apartment and our Malibu beach house.”

“Thank goodness we didn’t have to do anything to the loft in New York. It’s always been perfect.”

He smiles at me and touches my face. “Your loft has that one important piece of decor we’ve added to every one of our homes.”

“And what is that?” 

“Don’t be naughty.” He gives me a little smack on the butt. “You know it’s the glow-in-the-dark moon on the ceiling of our bedrooms.” 

“I’m just teasing you,” I say. “And don’t forget the millions of dollars your winery has donated to worthy causes. Its Moon Wish label has done very well.” Moons are kinda our thing. Although it totally sounds like something that could only happen in a movie, Aiden and I wished on the moon at virtually the same time, a country apart, before we ever met, for our perfect match. And, somehow, we found each other. 

“Well, it certainly helps sales when we have the hottest actress under thirty in all our advertisements.” 

“I’m thinking it might be time for us to slow down a little,” I say with a sigh as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“I think that’s a good idea. You could use some time off. We both could.”

“I have something I need to tell you, Aiden.”

“Not yet,” he says, kissing my neck. “I’m not done with memory lane. Remember when you tutored me in French—back when you were still trying to resist my charm—and I told you I was going to ask you to marry me here someday? And, later, how I asked you to go to Winter Formal with me by having the guys in the dorm build that lame Eiffel Tower replica?”

“It wasn’t lame. It was so romantic. I’ll remember the way you looked that day for the rest of my life. It was one of those take my breath away moments.”

He whispers in my ear. “I hope this is another one of those moments.”

“What do you mean?”

I glance over my shoulder, not seeing him. 

I turn around. 

And.

Ohmigawd!

He’s. Down. On. One. Knee. 

He takes my hand. 

I hold my breath, trying to capture every feeling, every single thing about this moment. The smells of Paris, the sunset, Aiden’s sexy voice, the way my hand still feels like it belongs in his forever. He makes me feel like anything and everything is possible. 

“You and I are like a promise,” he says. “A wish. Proof that fate and luck bring people together. Proof of love at first sight. Proof that true love will survive. I promise you a life that’s better than anything you’ve ever scripted. So, what do you say, Boots? Wanna get hitched?”

“Hitched?”

“Yeah. Get it: boots, hitched?”

I laugh. “You’re silly.”

“And you’re beautiful. Seriously, will you marry me?”

“Yes, I will.”

When he stands up, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. 

“That was easier than I thought,” he says, an adorable smile playing on his face. “Dallas said I’d need the ring to get you to commit to planning a wedding.”

“Is there a ring?”

“Is there a ring? Of course, there’s a ring. Wanna see it?”

“Hell yeah.”

He pulls a velvet box out of his jacket pocket and opens the lid. 

The ring is ablaze with color. 

A large round canary diamond set into a thick band, baguette stones ringing the band in rows, starting with clear brilliant diamonds then moving across the band in graduating shades of light yellows and pinks.

“It looks like a sunset!” I gasp.

“That’s by design.” He slides the vintage four-leaf clover ring off my finger and replaces it with the engagement ring. 

I admire it for a moment. 

“Turn your hand over and look at the back.” 

I flip my hand around. The back is also ringed with stones, graduating to brighter shades of oranges, hot pinks, and reds. 

And one single emerald. I know exactly what the emerald means. When we were in St. Croix over Thanksgiving break of my junior year, we saw the green flash together. I had thought I’d seen the flash at sunset before, but I was wrong. And I didn’t know I hadn’t seen it until I saw the real thing. 

It was like our love. I thought I had been in love with other boys, but I didn’t know it wasn’t real until I had experienced the real thing. When my ordeal with the stalker was over, I told Aiden he was my green flash. My true love.

“You’re my green flash too,” he says, giving me another kiss. “Always. Only. Ever yours.”

“Um . . .” I say.

“Um?”

“Yeah, we might need a rewrite on that part.”

“What part?”

“The only part.”

“You don’t want only me?”

“It’s not going to be just us anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant, Aiden.”

“How?”

I laugh at him. “Um, I think you know how.”

He lowers his voice. “But you're on the pill.”

“Remember about six months ago when you said I should go off it and see what happens?”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want the pressure of trying. I was hoping it would just happen. Honestly, I was starting to worry that I couldn’t get pregnant.”

“You shouldn’t have worried,” he says, holding up my palm, reminding me of what a palm reader predicted so long ago. “You know we’re having four kids. It’s fate.”

“Maybe sorta like fate,” I add with a laugh, mimicking what he said years ago. I’ll never forget tutoring him in the library. After he told me he would ask me to marry him at the top of the Eiffel Tower at sunset, I laughed and said, Why would I marry you? I don’t even like you. Then he asked me what the French word for fate was. When I told him it was sort, he gave me that cocky grin of his and said, Exactly, we’re sorta like fate. That line was used in the theme song for the movie. Damian wrote the song ‘Sorta Like Fate’ and his band, Twisted Dreams, recorded it. It might just be my favorite song ever.

Aiden holds my hands tightly and looks into my soul. “Are you really pregnant?”

“Only a few weeks, but, yes, I took a test this morning and it was positive.”

He has the same shocked look as he did when I kicked the soccer ball past him. 

Then a smile starts to form, the corners of his mouth turning upward.

Which turns into the full-wattage powerful god-like smile that still makes me swoon. 

“Come on, beautiful. Let’s get going so we can tell everyone the good news.”

As we drive to the fashion show, the moon slides into view. 

I make another wish on it. 

That our baby gets their daddy’s smile. 

 

Thursday, September 25th

Movie Premiere - Los Angeles

RILEY

 

I’m bored and sitting on a little cream chaise waiting for Shelby to try on yet another designer dress. Granted, I should have planned this better, but I had no idea I’d be taking her to all three Keatyn Chronicles premieres: Paris, New York, and now L.A. But I’m too busy and too tired to care. I just have to get through this last one and then I’ll cut her loose. 

Maybe. 

The girl is freaking crazy in bed. Wild ass shit that I’ve never done and will probably never do again but that’s fun to try. 

Once. 

“I like the backless black one,” I tell her. “We need to get going. The hair and makeup team will be at our suite in an hour.”

She comes out in a red dress with a big bow on the shoulder, looking like a present. Not that I wouldn’t mind unwrapping her, but it’s a pretty ugly dress. 

“But I think I luuuvvvee this one,” she pouts.

I push her back in the dressing room. “If you choose the black one, we’ll have about an hour to kill before hair and makeup arrive.”

“Oh,” she smiles. “That’s what you want, huh, daddy?”

I cringe when she calls me daddy. What is it with young girls and that term?

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

“But what about jewels? Keatyn always gets to wear real jewels.”

“Real jewels that are on loan. You have to earn that privilege.”

“Well, whose dick do I have to suck to get them? I mean, this is my third red carpet appearance!”

I cringe again as I hear the stylist chuckle. “That’s not how it works. You have to be a movie star.”

“Or with someone rich. You could just buy me some jewels. Then I wouldn’t have to borrow them. That’s what I don’t get. Keatyn has to be loaded. Can’t she buy her own freaking diamonds and let people like me who can’t afford them be the ones to borrow them?”

I ignore her comment and tell the stylist which dress we’d like. 

 

Once we’re checked into our hotel suite right across from where the premiere is being held, I pull a couple scarves out of my overnight bag. 

“Oh, daddy wants to be naughty.”

“Yes, I do. You’ve been a very bad girl. I’m going to have to tie you up and spank you.”

She giggles, strips, and lies on the bed. 

I wrap the first scarf around her wrist and tie it to the bedpost, then the other. 

Once she’s secure, I get naked and thrust my cock in her mouth, just like she likes it. 

As soon as she gets me nice and hard, I pull out and turn her over, spank her ass, and get ready to fuck her. 

“Oh, daddy!” she calls out, causing me to instantly go limp. 

“Stop fucking calling me that!” I yell at her while stomping into the bathroom and locking myself inside. 

I take a shower, trying to erase her words out of my head. 

I know my thirtieth birthday is quickly approaching, but I’m certainly not even close to being old enough to be her daddy. 

She knocks on the door. Apparently, I didn’t tie her up tight enough. 

“I’m sorry, Riley. Let me in. I’ll make it up to you.” 

“Nope, hair and makeup will be here any minute. Get yourself in a robe and answer the door when they get here.”

“Fine,” she says, “but I’m ordering champagne!”

I punch the shower wall with my fist. This is why I never date a girl more than once.

 

 

“Wow,” Keatyn says at the after party. “You should’ve asked me to be your date instead of breaking your rule.”

Keatyn knows my rule. I rarely take the same girl out more than once, and definitely never to three premieres in a row. 

“She loved the one in Paris and asked if she could come to New York. Of course, she had my dick in her mouth at the time. What was I supposed to say? That was a difficult predicament to be in. I mean, what if I said no and she bit it off or something?”

Keatyn gives me a huge eye roll. “She’s trouble, Riley. And she has no class. You’d be better off going stag or with a cast member.”

“I know.” I sigh.

“At least she’s showing a little less skin tonight,” Keatyn says, trying to make me feel better.

“That’s because I picked out the dress.”

“Well, thank goodness for that.”

“Speaking of that, why isn’t Aiden here? Why did you come with Knox?”

“Because Knox and I were filming today and Aiden has a fundraiser in Miami. I feel bad for not being there with him.”

“Rumors are going to start flying about you and Knox again.”

“Rumors are always flying about us. Especially now that he and Becki broke up.”

“You’re not wearing your engagement ring.”

“We’re not ready for the public to know yet. As soon as they do, they’ll start hounding me about a wedding.”

“Or put you on baby bump watch.”

“I’ve been on baby bump watch ever since Knox and I started working together. We slept together in a movie, certainly that would have to transfer over to our personal life.”

Riley laughs as Knox sets three glasses of champagne in front of us. 

“I better not have any,” Keatyn laughs. “Since I’m on baby bump watch.”

“Our love child?” Knox says with a knowing smile. “If only we weren’t such good friends, I’d totally knock you up.”

“Wait until I get pregnant in the movie. That will really start the rumors flying.”