I couldn’t watch it any longer. As Michael slipped on the ring, Rachel gawked at the massive blinding diamond on her hand, I turned around and headed back into the trailer.
“Jane.” Henry followed me inside, closing the door behind us. “It’s not your fault. Someone did this to you. It’s a crime.”
I shook my head, I wasn’t sure what to say or how to tell him. I just stared at my phone and said. “I can’t stay here. I don’t feel safe here. You saw how many people are looking at those pictures. I want to leave.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “Let’s get you into a hotel for the night.”
It wasn’t long before I agreed to it. We booked into a hotel and he stayed with me for the entire day, eating ice cream, ordering pizza and steaks. He was such a great partner.
Night came down and he left the bedroom to get some extra wine from a place he liked. I was alone in the bedroom. My was phone loaded with alerts from family members, even my grandma messaging me about my naked pictures. This was bad. This was not something I’d wish on my worst enemies. No one should have to go through this.
There was a knock on the door.
“Room service.”
I didn’t call room service but I had a lot of dirty dishes that I needed to be cleaned, so I got off the bed and walked to the door, dragging the meal cart behind me.
“Room service,” the voice said again.
I opened the door and it wasn’t a hotel worker outside. It was Morgan Morgan. The man from Texas. The guy who’d acted as the abusive husband opposite my Emily.
Here he was standing, looking more wobbly than a tower of Jenga. His hand pushed me inside and I screamed. My body fell against the food cart, and all the plates and cups hit the carpet, some breaking apart.
I looked up at him from the ground as he closed the door and stood over me.
“I loved Rachel,” he said. His voice was thick and raspy, his clothes dirty and his hair was greasy. “I loved her. I loved her character.”
My heart was beating in my chest. I didn’t know what to do. I listened to him, trying to figure out what to do.
“I love strong women and now Rachel… That fucking rat. Michael. He took her from me,” Morgan said.
Ding. Ding. It was my phone alerting with texts in my hand.
He leaned down and tried to pry it from my hands. “No! Please!” I felt my hands being crushed in his grip and I yelled out. The phone fall into his hands and he tossed it across the room like a giant black bug.
“I know it was you, those pictures of you. Naked. You whore. I leaked those pictures,” he spat at me. I realized then that it had been him sending the texts from the blocked number—oh my god. It was him. This entire time.
“Please, Morgan, I don’t know what I did but you need help,” I said, calling on my experience with drunk men like my ex.
“I don’t need help. I need Rachel!” he shouted. He picked me up by the arms and looked in my eyes.
“Michael was with you but look at you,” he said, slurring his words. “You’re dating Henry now instead of Michael. So instead of Rachel being single, she dated Michael because he was single.”
This was drunk logic. This guy was crazy. Help! I wanted to shout but I knew he’d break my neck and dump my body out of this high rise.
“It wasn’t my fault,” I said.
He pushed me against the wall, licking his lips.
“Oh, it is your fault, and now it’s time to be punished, Hollywood girl. Little starlet,” he said.
“Please,” I cried, my knees shaking from the adrenaline.
He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck and his hand on my stomach, inch by inch climbing up to my breasts. I was being violated in my hotel room.
“Time to be punished, little girl,” he whispered in my ear as he pinned my hands to the wall. His thick boots crunched down on my bare feet, leaving me without any way to retaliate.
The door pushed open and then there was Henry. Wide-eyed. Confused.
I bit Morgan’s ear, pressing my teeth down until I could feel the bitter taste of iron in his blood on my tongue. Disgusting. I spat what was left of his ear in my mouth to the bed.
Morgan tried to hit me, raising his fist, but Henry punched him in the back of the head. Morgan tumbled to the floor and I skirted around as they skirmished, my back was hugging the wall. Panicked, I watched Morgan kick Henry in the gut and try to tackle him to the wall. He threw a fist into Henry’s face and his nose started bleeding.
I looked around for something to help Henry with. Morgan threw the full weight of his body on top of Henry’s, wrestling on the bed next to the severed piece of Morgan’s ear.
My heart was beating so hard and I was worried someone would die. Jesus, I couldn’t let Henry die. I grabbed a chair from the table and raised it over my head, hammering Morgan in the back with it.
It didn’t stop him but it made him flinch. Enough time for Henry to clock him in the jaw and knock him out.
I stood there watching as Morgan’s body fell to the floor.
Henry came over to me. “Are you alright?”
I nodded, but it wasn’t the truth.
“We need to call the cops,” I said.
“Okay.” He dug into his phone but at the same time the hotel door opened to Stacey, our producer, and two large men. Human wranglers.
“What the hell’s happening?” she asked. “We got a call there was a fight.” She looked at me. “Did Henry hit you?”
“God no!” I shouted. “It was him.” I pointed to the limp body.
She peeked around and saw the body, “Morgan? What is he doing here?”
I tried to muster an answer that was coherent but nothing he’d said was logical. “He blamed me for Michael dating Rachel. He was jealous. He wanted her,” I said. “He’s going nuts, I think he thinks his role is real.”
“This man tried to hurt her,” Henry said to Stacey. “This man belongs in jail. We need to call the cops.”
“You’re not calling anyone, Henry,” she uttered. Threatened, even.
Henry and I stood there in shock.
“No police. This will disrupt our marketing plan. We need our focus on the movie,” she said.
“I don’t care what the focus is on!” I yelled, losing my mind.
“This isn’t a conversation. Get him out of here,” she said to the two burly men at her side. “We’re leaving.”
They carried him out of there and despite my endless protests, she kept walking, even slamming the door in my face. I felt so weak. Hurt. How could she care about her movie more than me and Henry?
He held me, telling me it was going to be okay. I felt so violated. I had been worried he was going to rape me. This shouldn’t be my life.
For the rest of the night, I tended to Henry’s wounds. Cleaning the blood from his nose, dipping a q-tip into alcohol and sanitizing the cuts in his face and chest. He was definitely going to be bruised in the morning.
“It’s going to be okay, Jane, trust me,” Henry said after I finished and I sat there under his thick arm. I couldn’t help but think about what would’ve happened if Henry didn’t come.
“Thank you for saving me,” I said to Henry.
“If I didn’t, I would’ve regretted it my entire life.”
I tried to close my eyes and think of him as I slept. It was the only thing that made me happy.
***
The next day I was still shaken up and I felt I needed to do something. I woke up next to Henry and I should have been happy but my heart was pumping like when I had been with my dangerous ex-boyfriend. I grabbed my phone and texted Michael: We need to talk.
As Henry’s eyes fluttered awake, he saw me staring at my phone like I was some crazy person.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I need to do something, Henry,” I said back.
Michael texted back: Okay, name the place and time.
It was rare of him to be so compliant but I had a feeling he kne
w what I wanted.
I explained to Henry that I needed to be out for an hour, even though I was hoping it wouldn’t take that long. Here we go.
Michael was waiting for me exactly where I told him to be, on the shore of the beach we were filming at, but a good chunk of yards away from that location.
“Hey,” I said as I walked behind him, spooking him just a bit.
“Hey.” He was quiet. This could be easy for me.
“Did you hear about what happened last night?” I asked him.
“Yeah. I did. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Well I don’t want a sorry. I want action. I need you to help me,” I told him.
“What kind of help?”
“I want Morgan in jail,” I said. I knew it was a big ask. After all his boss was Stacey but I needed to ask. How was I going to know if I didn’t ask?
Before he could open his mouth, I said, “I know you’re gonna give the same bullshit excuses that Stacey did, but listen, I was assaulted and you leaked my goddamn pictures on the internet.”
“Wait, I didn’t —”
“Stop talking. I’m not done,” I said, walking up to him as the sun burned at his back. I didn’t want to walk away from this the same way I always did. I wanted to have the upper hand. “As soon as the movie is done, I want you to charge him with assaulting me and my boyfriend, Henry. If you don’t, I’ll take you to court for those pictures.” I watched his face squeeze tighter, his lips pursed stronger than a crab’s claw. “And listen, I know you are a great director. I know you’ve helped me but this is different. This isn’t a business issue. This is a human issue. I’m asking you to help me. Please, Michael.”
He stared at me for a long while, then finally turned to the gleaming horizon of the Miami ocean.
“Okay. You have my word,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said. I was elated, filled with joy, but fear also filled the other half of my body. There was only so much violence you could take just because you were a woman and that makes you question your own life even. Not once did I do anything to bring this upon myself. I made mistakes, I wasn’t perfect. But this was different.
I returned to the hotel and Henry reminded me that this was the day of the Hamilton musical. Our tickets were ready to be cashed in!
We jumped on a plane to New York City and got to Broadway with a taxi and with a big smile on my face, Henry held my hand and led me in.
It was a great way to celebrate the end of our film shoot. It gave my brain the break I needed. The whole time Henry held my hand, knowing I needed the support. When the musical ended, we stood up from our seats and gave a standing ovation. It was so amazing; I couldn’t wait to see it again.
We spent the night in a New York City hotel. I opened the door after swiping my key card and saw the floor drizzled with red rose petals. I looked at Henry with a smile and confusion.
“Who did this?” I asked him.
“I did.” He smiled. “Well, I paid the staff to do it but it was my idea.”
He picked me up and carried me to the bed where petals were scattered across the bed top.
“You like it?” He smiled at me as he slowly laid me on the bed like an expensive marble vase.
“I love it,” I said. He unstrapped my high heels and my bare feet rubbed themselves along his stomach, trying to pick up his shirt. “And I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, passion thick in his voice. He bent his body over mine, nesting his torso against my pussy. Slowly, he moved his head closer to kiss me.
I was lusting for him. I wanted him right now. The heat intensified in our hotel room.
His hands lifted my skirt up and crawled along the inside of my thigh. I bit down on my lip, feeling his touch, ready to be one with him. He went down on his knees and stuck his head inside my dress.
I felt the warm touch of his tongue pressing against my dripping cunt through my underwear. It felt so warm. Like a hot towel in a shivering fever. He took my underwear off with his teeth and his tongue danced along my pussy in thick, long juicy laps, before settling along on my clit.
“Ooh!” I grabbed at the sheets like some kind of lifesaving equipment. I was drowning in pleasure. I wanted him. Needed him. Now. Inside. Fucking me. So deep, so raw.
I grabbed him and ripped open his buttoned shirt. I even saw a button or two flying off.
His shirt fell off his chest like a second skin and my hands caressed his bulging muscles, his tight chest, and the deep sweaty grooves of his abs.
I pushed him off the bed and got on my knees at his feet. My hands went to his pants and unbuckled them, pushing them down until I could see his raging hard cock sticking to his leg inside his underwear. It looked so juicy, I wanted to just suck his seed into my mouth.
He looked down at me with a smile, wanting me to put my hand inside. He wanted me to do the honors. And I did. I gently pulled down the top of his briefs until his dick fell out of it like a second arm. Veiny and free from hair, save for a bit of dark stubble around the base.
I opened my mouth and he shoved it inside my throat, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair. Already I could taste the sweet nectar of his thick meat on my tongue. Succulent. Beautiful.
He pushed me back onto the bed, climbed on top of me and dropped his cock inside my mouth like a ship’s anchor. He didn’t stop until he was balls deep inside of me. I was gagging, struggling for air but it felt so good. His face was in ecstasy. With a free hand, he started rubbing my clit.
Glistening with my spit, he wrenched his dick out from the back of my throat and threw me against the big body of pillows that rested along the bed frame. He opened my legs. I was ready. Heart racing. I needed armrests to grab onto.
Oh shit—I felt my pussy lips part as he thrust into me with that big bat of his, striking a home run. Oh my god! My fingers clawed into the mattress itself. I had forgotten how big he was, shit!
I wanted to back myself up against the bed frame, trying to escape but he smiled, grabbing my arms, holding me as he fucked me. Deep. Hard. Violently. I screamed out as his cock jammed into me like the stake into a vampire’s heart. I was already squirting out, I couldn’t help myself. My cunt juice was flying out of me and he was loving it.
He turned me around, pushed my face deep into the pillows, and grabbed my arms and held them behind my back like I was being arrested.
Oh how I loved this position. Just flat on my stomach as he was about to fuck me from behind. I felt his cock skating along my wet pussy but oh no, he was going for the secret entrance.
The head of his red cock was pressing at the doors of my ass, wanting to burst inside. I braced for impact, lifting my hips just a bit. Then he came in.
So tight was his entrance, his cock slowly slid into my asshole. I wanted to grab the pillows but he held my arms back. I screamed, my voice muffled by the pillow. The fucking was rhythmic, my ass bouncing into the mattress again and again. It felt so good. The pleasure was electric—so fucking amazing.
I closed my eyes imagining Henry and Michael taking me on at the same time, slamming their balls into me. Their cocks inside my ass and cunt. I swelled with an incredible lust that I couldn’t describe. I just knew that it looked fun.
He turned me around and lifted my leg to pummel me deeper. His balls slapping against my ass, his dick crushing my womb. I felt every ridge of his cock inside me, going in and out. I watched him as he pulled out and climbed over me once again to jerk his cock.
I opened my mouth, knowing the big finish was to come. He dipped the head of his big British dick on my tongue and squirted his big sweet load into my mouth. His cum oozed in thick ropes, climbing to the back of my throat. I took a big gulp and smiled at him, happy to be with him.
We ran to the shower, playfully still touching each other’s bodies as we took turns washing each other. Several bottles of wine and bouts of sex later, our heads knocked on the pillows and our eyes gathered sleep.
Rachel called me in the morning,
waking me up. She told me we were going to the designers of Oscar dresses to get fitted and pick up our dresses. The studio assigned her, out of all people, to supervise me. It was not her first rodeo and it was, after all, my first one. Despite the thought of sharing the day with her, I wasn’t going to let her spoil that big day for me.
It turned out not to be so bad. We drove around in her convertible and I saw the beautiful red dress that was designed for me and after a few adjustments, it was perfect! There was also some publicity work to be done for Michael’s film so I did some cover shoots for fashion and film magazines with her. They were marketing me and Rachel to the female crowd and Henry by himself to the guy crowd, hoping they could trick people into thinking it was an action film or something.
It was so amazing, I felt pampered like a baby. Clothing, jewelery, cameras! Even the paparazzi was tailing us in the convertible. Rachel tried to goad me into flashing them but I knew better. I already had pictures of my boobs on the internet.
The next day was the big one. The big enchilada. Here we were at the Oscars and my body was covered in a beautiful red dress that had been designed specifically for me. There were so many famous people that we saw after exiting the limo and heading down the red carpet. It was amazing! I gripped Henry’s hand tighter. Everyone from DiCaprio to Bradley Cooper, and oh look, there was Jennifer Lawrence! It was so exciting, but an even better sight was walking into the actual theater where the ceremony was going to be taking place.
We arrived at our tables, my eyes still wobbly from the flashes of the photographers, and I sat down with Henry. He poured us glasses of champagne, raising his in a toast.
“Right now we’re celebrating the movie but later we’ll celebrate something much better.”
I smiled at him. “What’s that?”
“Us. We’ll be celebrating us.” He leaned in to kiss me, very passionate, his hand was a gentle touch on my own. He made me forget I was surrounded by thousands of stars. This was my special night. I had escaped from the prison of a relationship with Jake, then Michael, and now I was free with Henry.
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