Bright Lights Billionaire

by Parker, Ali

  "No? Then tell me what it is. I'm still trying to figure it out. She's more cute than beautiful, more soft than hard-core, more sweet than salty. It's fucking weird." I turned and ordered a shot of Patron and a Corona to chase the shit down.

  "She's old school, bro." He lifted his beer to his lips and drank half his beer down. "She looks like a movie star from the days of Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn. She's got eyes that tear you down and a mouth that you'd love to hear whisper incredibly naughty things as she sat beside you in a church pew."

  I laughed and threw back the shot before taking a sip of my beer. The alcohol burned like a bitch going down, but I knew in a few minutes I'd be feeling a hundred percent better. I wasn't myself and it was all thanks to Riley.

  "Tell me I'm wrong." Liam turned and pushed his shoulder against mine.

  "You're not wrong. I hate to admit it, but you've hit it right on the head. The only thing I need to do is forget about her, but it feels impossible."

  "So what exactly do you want from her? Just a quick fuck or a friendship or something more jacked up, like a relationship?" He shivered as if disgusted by the thought.

  I snorted and glanced out to the floor to see a busty blond and pretty redhead dancing together provocatively. My cock twitched, which was a relief of sorts.

  "I don't know." I glanced over at him and smiled. "Look at those hot bitches at the edge of the dance floor. I should slip in between their make-out session and hope for good times, no?"

  "Yep. You should. The blond is Tara and the redhead is Sarah." He smiled. "That's our evening you're looking at."

  "Tara and Sarah?" I handed him my beer. "Sounds like they need a little bit of meat between their buns."

  He laughed loudly as I walked toward the dance floor. The sound of a few people whispering my name as I passed made me want to turn on my heel and get the fuck outta there, but I ignored the need to run. I hated large groups and having random ass hands all over me, but it was part of the gig. I kept thinking as I got older, I would be able to handle it better.

  "Hi girls." I stopped in front of them and watched them dance to a different beat than the one playing above our heads.

  "Ethan Lewis." The redhead reached for my shirt, dragging me in between them. "I told you Drake wouldn't lie about this being his brother."

  "Drake?" I ran my hands over her sides and squeezed the top curve of her ass. "My brother, Drake, hmmm?"

  "Mmmhmmm." The blond pressed herself to my back, her breasts soft and huge from what I could tell. "He's as handsome as you are, but not in a movie star way."

  "A movie star way?" I shifted to the left a little as the woman in front of me came in for a kiss. Something about it felt too intimate. "Not so fast, baby."

  I spun her around and pulled her flush against me as I tucked my erection against her ass. "Which one of you girls is planning on spending the night with my brother."

  "Sarah is." The redhead glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "I'm Tara."

  "Of course you are." I shook my head as I looked toward my brother. He was nodding with a big goofy ass grin on his face. I swear we could be in our forties and he would still act like getting a hot girl was a new thing for the two of us. It was almost comical.

  Something caught my eye as a camera flashed near me. A sexy minx with short strawberry blond hair moved by me as she walked toward the back of the club. Riley.

  "Excuse me girls." I moved away from them and walked as quickly as I could toward the girl. "Riley. Hey... Riley."

  I reached for her about the time she slipped into the arms of a big guy with tattoos. Why the hell would Riley-

  She turned and I realized the error of my ways.

  "Hey. Get your fucking hands off my girl, bitch." The guy moved around her as she squealed with what appeared to be delight.

  "Fuck me," I mumbled and took a step back. It wasn't Riley, unless my girl had grown her eyebrows out to meet in the middle and gotten her nose pierced. I tilted my head to the side and studied the bull ring in her nose, amazed that any woman would want one of those.

  "She's not fucking you or anyone else." He grabbed my shirt as I glanced up toward him.

  "What? I wasn't talking about-"

  "Duck!" the girl yelled behind the big guy.

  I ducked as best I could and pulled away from him as he swung. What was it with me and getting my ass handed to me lately?

  "Whoa, dude. I thought she was a friend of mine. I wasn't..."

  "Try again, mother fucker. My girl ain't getting taken by a pretty boy bitch like you."

  "Pretty boy bitch? That's new." I moved to the side as he swung again and was quite grateful when two bodyguards moved in front of me and took the guy to the ground. His girl was watching me with stars in her eyes.

  "Oh my God. You're totally Steve Sumner." She swooned and let out a long girly sigh.

  "Does that shit hurt?" I moved my finger around my nose as I stifled a shiver of disgust. The guards had the guy on the ground, but they were losing the fight.

  "Ethan. What the fuck, man?" Liam moved up beside me and jerked me back, moving us toward the bar. "You start shit everywhere. You know that?"

  "Yep. That's the reason we usually stay at your place, remember?"

  The girls from earlier were standing by the bar snuggled up to each other. "What's with these two? I think they're more into each other than you think."

  "It's hot, right?" He popped my chest and laughed like a ten-year-old girl. He was the creepiest mother fucker I knew and yet I loved him for it.

  "How about you take them home and knock yourself out? I just need to get drunk and try to pretend like Riley isn't ruining my fucking life."

  Tara reached out and brushed her fingers down my chest. "Who's Riley? That new girl they brought in from the streets?"

  "The streets?" Sarah glanced toward her friend. "What do you mean?"

  "So get this," my brother kept his arm around my shoulders, but leaned toward the girls a little, "Eon wanted to show how supportive they were of actors and actresses everywhere, so they had an open casting call."

  "What's a casting call?" Sarah asked as she eye-fucked me.

  "It's a try-out of sorts," my brother responded as I moved around the girls and ordered another shot. Why had I thought that coming out would be a good idea? Me and 'public' only did well when there was a big ass movie screen between us.

  "Yeah, and Ethan here supposedly let them bring in a nobody. Isn't that right?" Tara wrapped her arms around me and pressed herself to my back as I lifted my shot to my lips.

  "She's not a nobody." I tossed the shot back and forced myself to stay calm. Getting up in arms over Riley wasn't going to help anyone, least of all me.

  "He's so sweet. Isn't he?" Tara must have been talking to her friend.

  I pulled her arms off of me and turned back to my brother with a wicked smile on my face. "I am sweet, right?"

  "Like sugar." He winked at me and wrapped his arm around Sarah's shoulders. "Let's go dance. I think my brother wants to test out the theory of his sugary goodness."

  Sarah laughed and wagged her eyebrows. "I like the sound of that."

  I reached out and pressed my fingers beneath Tara's chin, lifting her dark blue eyes to rest on me. Her thick mane of crimson-colored hair would be fun to hold on to for a long night of drowning my sorrows, but I knew good and well that I wouldn't be fucking her. Not only was I not ready to deal with the issue of my size, but I was tired of closing my eyes in hopes of living a moment that didn't really belong to me.

  "How about you, pretty girl? You wanna test out the theory."

  She licked her lips and glanced down the length of my body. "I'd love to. Where?"

  I took a sip of my beer and nodded toward the back as she pressed herself against the front of me.

  "I'm sure there's somewhere in the back where we can find a little bit of privacy." I gripped her hand and moved past her. Something nagged at me to release her and go home. There was no good outco
me for the two of us, and I was moving toward being drunk. My inhibitions were down, my body aching for sex and my heart hurting from chasing after someone that looked like my Riley only to come up empty.

  She's not yours, idiot. She never will be.

  "Oh shit. I left my wallet up there. I'll meet you in the back." Tara pulled from my grip on her hand and disappeared into the crowd.

  Now was my chance to make a run for it. I didn't need to have some other poor chick suck me off in the back of a club to feel worse about myself. I already felt like hammered shit if I were being honest. I must have stood there, looking like an idiot because ten different people asked me if I were okay before taking a selfie with me.

  "There you are." Tara laughed and moved up to grab my wrist. "I got us a drink to share, but I'm not feeling it. Finish it for me?"

  I nodded and downed it, ignoring the burn of the liquor and the sour taste of it. "What the fuck was that?"

  She pulled me toward the back into a closet of sorts and half climbed up my body as I tried to keep myself standing. "God, you're so hot."

  I didn't stand a chance as she pressed her lips against mine and forced her tongue deep into my mouth. A groan left me at the hot sensation of her wrapped around me, and I ignored the fact that the room was spinning. I just wanted sex. Hot, uninhibited fucking with the pretty woman stripping me down.

  I gripped her ass tightly and slipping my fingers under her panties as she pressed back and fucked herself against my fingers.

  "Riley," I mumbled as the world came crashing in.

  Chapter 50

  Riley

  "Thanks for meeting up with me today." My Aunt Debbie looked nothing like my mother, but they had different fathers, so it wasn't too surprising. Her long black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she wore very little makeup.

  "Of course. I'm sorry about yesterday, it's been-"

  "Hard. I know. I wasn't sure I could sit through the whole thing either. Your mother would have sat up in her casket if she knew a preacher was talking about God over her. I'm glad you let me have that part though. I honestly wasn't sure." She shrugged and picked up her menu.

  "Of course." I didn't exactly know how to answer her. She was the most outspoken woman of God I'd ever met, and her and my mother didn't exactly get along. It had something do with my aunt trying to convert my mom every time they spoke. Not that my mom didn't need a serious conversation in her life, but faith didn't seem like the answer. A job? A good guy who wasn't toked up on weed? A house and steady income? Yeah. For sure.

  "What are your plans with the house?"

  "There is no house. It got repossessed by the bank a few weeks before the accident." I pulled my Coke closer to me and leaned down to take a quick sip from the straw. "There's nothing left to figure out, nothing to sell, nothing to close down. Mom didn't have anything."

  "She has some money tucked up somewhere from our mother's will. When momma died, she left a sum of money to me and to your mom." She leaned back in her chair. "You don't think she blew it on drugs and men, right?"

  "No clue." I glanced around, feeling more uncomfortable under the inquisitive eye of my aunt than I had trying out for the movie part with Eon. "I don't really care."

  "I understand that. I'll have my lawyers do some digging."

  "And what do you care?" I tried to keep the tenseness out of my voice. I wasn't my mother and didn't have a shitty relationship with anyone in our extended family. I didn't actually have a relationship at all.

  "I'm just concerned about you. I know you're probably not in a much better place than your mother was. How are you going to pay for your schooling? Did this new movie part actually come with a paycheck?"

  "Yes, it did." I didn't elaborate. Something told me she was digging for information.

  "Well, good. My concern was that I didn't want to leave you with nothing."

  "You won't. I can take care of myself, but thanks." I picked up my menu and swallowed the accusations I wanted to fling at her. No wonder my mother never mentioned my Aunt Debbie much. She played the part well, but never in a million years would I believe that she actually wanted to help me.

  If she had, she would have helped my mom, and no one did that, not even me.

  * * *

  I got home to find a note from Char that she was on a date, which seemed a little weird, but I was grateful for the night to myself. It was good to get back to school and to my drama class. It would all be ending soon, and it was for the best that it was, but I still enjoyed the normalcy of it.

  After locking the door behind me, I dropped my books and purse on the kitchen table and walked through the quiet apartment. The place smelled like vanilla, which always reminded me of cookies for some reason. I walked into the kitchen with a hankering for something sweet and found a bag of chocolate chips in the pantry. After moving everything around a hundred times, I found the other ingredients and went to work making some cookies. As much as I hated to admit it, it was therapeutic. I walked into the living room and turned on an old Ethan Lewis movie, one where he was young and at a summer camp.

  A smile lifted my lips as warmth spread through me. He had to be the most adorable guy I'd ever seen in all my life. He was around fourteen in the movie and the camp hunk.

  I sat down on the couch and pressed my forearms to my knees as he walked up to a group of girls in nothing but a bathing suit. His bright green towel was thrown over his shoulder, and where most guys were pale and skinny, he was tanned and had a bit of muscle definition.

  "How long have girls and women alike been lusting after you, Mr. Lewis?" I let out a long sigh as he tilted his head and smiled at the girls. They giggled like crazy and I had to stop myself from giggling too.

  "Hi ladies. We're headed out to the dock to catch some rays. You girls wanna go and rub suntan lotion on our backs for us?"

  I snorted and shook my head. Only me. Only I would be at home on a Friday night while the rest of the world was dancing and drinking, partying and forgetting that life had to suck so damn much all the time. But I was good. Warm. Whole for a few minutes watching Ethan grow up on screen.

  The beeper on the oven went off, and I got up and walked to the kitchen, noticing a text on my phone from Jace. Call me.

  I picked it up and pressed the button as I grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies from the oven. My stomach cried out, sounding like two cats fighting in a back alley.

  "Hey. That was quick." Jace spoke between soft panting.

  "Yeah, what're you up to? Making some girl’s night?" I smiled and moved to get a plate and spatula. The cookies had a few minutes to cool before me and a gallon of milk were taking them out.

  "Funny. I only wanna make one girl's night, but she's made up some silly excuse to keep me away."

  "You can't be serious. You? She has to be an idiot. I would never do that to you." I put the cookies on the plate and pressed the phone between my ear and my shoulder. "What time are you getting off?"

  "A little before midnight. You changing your mind?"

  I smiled. "Not yet, but text me before you head this way. If I'm here, I'll let you in. I'm pretty sure I'm going to sugar myself up and get into bed. I could use a long night of sleep."

  "Dream of me?"

  "That's a high possibility. Can it be something other than sex?"

  "Of course, but we both know you can't seem to think of anything but fucking when I'm around."

  "That's because you're such a cock." I smiled and walked to the fridge, getting out the milk and carrying my treats back to the living room. Charlotte would blow a gasket to know I was drinking out of the carton, so quite simply, she wouldn't know.

  "Very funny, beautiful. I'll text you later. You've been teasing me for the last few days with your hot little body. Time for me to teach you who's in charge."

  "Is that so?" I broke a cookie in half and glanced up as Ethan stretched out across his towel on the dock. All the girls attacked him and the sc
ene changed. I laughed loudly, unable to help myself. I was mad at him, but it was silly. He was fighting against his attraction toward me as much as I was fighting against mine for him.

  Him ignoring me sucked, but it was doing both of us a favor. I was weak in my sadness and he would take pure advantage of me. The end result - too many emotions on the set. Deza had to have gotten to him or maybe it was Frank. I'd have to thank them or kick them in the crotch when I saw them next. I wasn't sure which.

  "All right. Later, baby." Jace hung up and I tossed the phone onto the couch beside me.

  There was nothing I enjoyed more than watching Ethan's earlier films, but after finishing half the plate of cookies and a third of the gallon of milk, I needed something more. I forced myself to take everything back to the kitchen and put in one of his Bond films. It was horrid of me to fast forward to the love scene, but I couldn't help myself.

  "Everyone should binge on goodness every now and again." I found the exact spot where he pulled his co-star close to him and pressed play. The look in his eyes was so fucking hot and the way he gripped her shoulders was possessive.

  "Don't tell me what you need. I already know." He smiled and licked his lips a little.

  "You do, do you?" She slid her hands around his hips and tugged at his shirt.

  "Mmmmhmmm... all bad girls need them." He leaned down and ran his nose by her jawline as she visibly shivered.

  "A spanking?" she whispered before he took her down to the floor and pressed himself to the top of her.

  My heart was about to beat out of my chest as if I had no clue what was coming next. The sex scene wasn't nearly as fun as a porn might be, but it was enough. Ethan stripped the woman down and had her crying out in long groans as the camera panned out.

  "Awww... come on!" I moved to the edge of my seat and tried to ignore how badly I wanted to reenact some of those love scenes with him.