Buying His Baby: Baby Daddy University Book 2

by Hamel, B. B.

  I chuckle and shake my head. “So what you’re saying is, you’d rather have a shithead scumbag for a client?”

  “I guess so. In this situation, I guess so.”

  “Well, isn’t Hollywood nice.”

  “No, kid, it’s not. It’s full of snakes and slime.”

  I sigh and lean back on the couch. I wish Jenna were here. I wish I had called down for coffee before taking this call.

  “What do we do then?” I ask him.

  “I want you to get out in front of it. Start talking to people, damn it. Call some of your reporter friends. Get people from the set to back you up. Do something.”

  I groan. “I don’t want to.”

  “No shit, moron.”

  “I just want to talk to Charlene. I think I can convince her to drop all this shit. She doesn’t need it.”

  “Of course she needs this,” he snaps. “She hasn’t been in the news in basically forever. Landing your movie was the biggest thing for her career since she was fucking twenty and showed her tits in that one thing, what was it?”

  “I don’t know,” I lie because I don’t want to admit that I know exactly what movie she showed her tits in. Not because of the tits, which are fine in general, but I know it because the movie is a really, really bad slasher flick and I always wondered why the hell she did it.

  I think Charlene has talent. Maybe not a great beauty or incredible legs or whatever, maybe not a leading lady kind of thing about her, but the girl can fucking act. I hired her because I admire her talent.

  And now that talent is fucking me in the ass.

  “I’ll do something,” I say finally.

  “Yeah, well, you’d better. I’m going to make some calls on your behalf this morning. See if I can’t convince a fucking gaffer or two to come out on your side.”

  “Sure thing, Vince. I appreciate it.”

  “Yeah, whatever. You’re gonna give me an ulcer.”

  “But you’ll get great medical care with all that money I make you.”

  He laughs then hangs up the phone.

  I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. What a fucking situation.

  I make two calls after getting myself together. First, I call down to the front desk and ask for coffee. Second, I try Charlene’s phone.

  I know everybody in the world would tell me this is a bad idea, but it doesn’t matter. The call rings and rings and it goes right to voicemail. “Charlene, hey, it’s me. I don’t know what’s going on in the media right now, but I wish you’d just talk to me. You know that stuff isn’t true and it’s hurting people, you know? Not just me. Anyway, call me, we can talk about this. I’m not mad.”

  I hang up the phone. Weirdly, I don’t think I lied just then.

  I mean, I’m not some saint. Of course I’m angry. I’m not just going to forgive her for dragging my name through the mud, making me look like some psycho somewhat-abusive asshole, and making things messy with Jenna. But at the same time, the more I think about it, the more I understand.

  She hasn’t been in the news for a long time. And she hasn’t really gotten much work. This movie we did together is going to do a lot for her and she was legitimately good in it. I think that if she’s smart and takes on some good roles from here on out, she’s going to be really happy with where things go for her.

  But I bet she’s afraid. And I bet she thinks that if she does this bullshit with the most famous guy attached to that film, who just happens to be lucky old me, then her name will stick in the news cycle for longer.

  The problem with her plan is she’s going to make everyone afraid to work with her. She won’t look like a victim when this is all over because she wasn’t.

  I almost feel bad for her. I mean, it’s fucked up she’s doing this, but I almost feel bad anyway.

  My coffee arrives not long later and I sit around the apartment drinking it and thinking about what the hell I’m going to do. I call a few guys from the shoot and chat with them about the situation, and even convince a couple of them to back me up in public if they ever get the chance. I text their names to Vince since I’m sure he’ll get some real good quotes from them or whatever.

  I wish I felt better. I try Charlene again, but again, nothing. I pace around and eventually go for a long run just to keep my mind off this shit.

  When I’m finished, I shower off, dress, and hit the campus. I know I stick out like a sore thumb, being the only man around and all, not to mention relatively famous, but it’s nice to be around normal people for once. I sit on a bench in the shade and watch the girls walk past, talking in little groups, laughing with each other. I didn’t go to college and part of me wishes I did.

  I moved from my parents’ house out to LA to start my film career. I worked on sets and made shitty short movies in my spare time. I worked hard back then and finally got a break when I was twenty. I made my first good short, entered it into a contest, and actually won.

  Some buzz started and I got another job, and another, and another, and soon I found myself making feature length films for major studios.

  It’s strange, how my career happened, almost as if by accident.

  “Hey there.”

  I look up, a little surprised. A girl is standing a few feet away, head cocked slightly, a little smile on her lips. I’ve never seen her before, but she’s pretty in a bland way with straight blonde hair and big blue eyes.

  “Hey,” I say.

  “You’re Brady Long, right?”

  “Sure.” I wince, expecting her to ask about Charlene.

  “You’re a sponsor.”

  I blink at her for a second before remembering where the hell I am. “Yeah. Right. I am.”

  She grins big. “I’m Morgan. It’s nice to meet you.”

  I grunt at her. “Sure. Hi, Morgan.”

  “Can I sit?”

  “Uh—”

  Before I can stop her, the girl sits. “Listen, I just wanted to say, I love your films.”

  “Sure, but—”

  “And, just to be clear, I’m not sponsored. I’m definitely looking for a sponsor, though, and I think you’re handsome and talented and, you know, my family is very well connected. I think we would make a formidable pair.”

  I stare at the girl in naked astonishment. “What’s your name again?”

  “Morgan.”

  “Okay, Morgan. Look, I’m not interested. You seem, uh, forward. Nice, I guess. But I’m not interested.”

  She shrugs. “Okay. Well, if you change your mind, come find me. I’d make a good wife. I can cook and clean and I think I’d be great in the bedroom.”

  She winks at me and I cough a little bit. She gets up and practically skips away.

  “What the fuck?” I whisper to myself.

  That was the weirdest thing I’ve ever encountered, and I’ve had fans come running up to me asking if I’d sign their chests.

  And they were dudes asking.

  “What did she want?”

  I look over as another girl comes walking toward me. This one I recognize, though.

  “Honestly?”

  Azrael shrugs. She’s wearing all black, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, a dark tote bag slung carelessly over her shoulder. “No, lie to me,” she says sarcastically.

  “She wants me to sponsor her.”

  Azrael arches an eyebrow. “Really? And are you going to?”

  “Fuck no,” I say. “Jesus. She said she’d make a good wife.” I shudder a little bit.

  Azrael doesn’t react. “Isn’t that what you want?”

  “I want a partner, not a wife. If she happens to do the stuff a traditional wife does, great. If not, that’s fine too. So long as we’re happy together.”

  She frowns. “That’s sappy as shit.”

  “You asked.” I glare at the girl. “Why are you here, anyway?”

  “I saw you talking to that thing over there and wanted to make sure you weren’t doing something stupid.”

  I roll my eyes. “Jesus. Yo
u must not think much of me.”

  “Nobody does right now, Brady. Something you’ll have to deal with.”

  Azrael turns and walks off without another word.

  I swear to god, I must have died and gone to hell, because this place is crazy.

  I get up and spend some time wandering around, getting a feel for the campus, before finally giving in to what I really want to do.

  I want to see you.

  She messages me back pretty fast. When?

  Right now. I’m on campus.

  I’m just finishing class. Meet outside my dorm?

  See you there.

  I smile to myself as I head over to Jenna’s dorm. I know hanging around campus has really just been an excuse to go see her, although I don’t know why I need an excuse. I should just go see the girl if I want to go see her.

  It’s not complicated. I want her and that’s all there is.

  She shows up not long later. Lots of girls are walking around now, and I guess this is what it’s like between classes.

  “So you’re just creepily hanging around an all-girls school now, huh?” she asks as she approaches.

  I grin at her. “Looks like it.”

  “Won’t play great in the press.”

  “True enough.”

  “Think it’s a good idea?”

  “Guess I don’t care.” I stand and walk over to her. She comes close for a hug and I kiss her cheek gently. She looks a little surprised, her face red. “What were you planning on doing for the rest of the day?” I ask.

  “I don’t know,” she admits.

  “Show me your room.”

  She stares up at me. “Now?”

  “Now.”

  “Azrael might be—”

  “I don’t think she will be.”

  She stares into my eyes and I know what she’s thinking. I’m thinking the same fucking thing.

  She looks good. Tight jeans and t-shirt, her hair in a messy bun. She’s wearing glasses, which I didn’t know she needed, and she fiddles with them nervously.

  “Okay, fine,” she says. “Come on.”

  She leads me into the dorm. I follow her up a couple flights of stairs, down a hall, and into a tiny little room with painted cinderblock walls.

  “Nice,” I say, frowning.

  She tosses her bag on her bed. “I know what you’re thinking.”

  “What?”

  “How could I leave the other dorm for this place.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

  She gives me a look as I sit on her bed.

  “I like it here,” she says. “I know Az is a little strange, but Iris is sweet and I’m making other friends.”

  “You don’t have to justify yourself to me,” I say.

  “I know. It’s just, the girls think I’m nuts for leaving the sponsored dorm.”

  “I think I get it.” I lean back against the wall and she hesitantly sits next to me. “This place is bizarre. If I kept you locked up in that dorm, even if I were around, you’d never be able to be normal.”

  “Right. I mean, how could I?”

  I shrug. “Some girls like it though. They feel special, pampered.”

  “I liked that for a little bit, but…”

  “I wasn’t around.” I sigh. “We keep coming back to that.”

  “I know.”

  I look around the room. Her side isn’t decorated all that much, just a few simple pictures on the wall. Az’s side is way messier and cluttered with band posters and books tossed all over her bed.

  “I ran into her earlier,” I say, nodding at the messy bed.

  “Yeah?”

  “Sure. I think you’re right. I think she’s a good person.”

  Jenna chews her lip. “Most people think she’s a freak.”

  “That’s what she wants them to think. But she’s a good person.” I look at her. “You should keep her around.”

  She nods, looking a little surprised. “Okay. I will.”

  “Good.”

  We sit there side by side on her bed. I reach out suddenly and pull her against me. I don’t kiss her, but I put my arm around her. She rests against me with a little laugh.

  “I didn’t go to college,” I say softly.

  “Really?” She looks up at me. “I thought all you famous directors went to film school.”

  “Nah. Some did. I just got lucky.”

  “Really?”

  “I moved out to LA instead of going to school like a total fucking moron. I got a few lucky breaks, made a good short that won an award, and things sort of snowballed from there.”

  “You make it sound like you had nothing to do with it.”

  I make a face and laugh. “I guess I had something to do with my success.”

  “Exactly. Not many people could do what you did.”

  “Still, I wish I had this. So I get why you’d want to be in here.”

  She blinks and smiles. “You know, you’re not bad when you’re not being a total asshole.”

  I grin at her. “No shit. But here’s the thing.”

  “What?”

  I lean down and whisper in her ear. “The real reason I came up here is because I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl in a dorm room.”

  She blinks up at me, her face a little red. “Oh,” she says.

  I smirk and move against her, pushing her back onto the bed, I pin her down against it and she looks up at me, breathing fast.

  “I’ve always wanted to feel a girl squirm and moan and come hard on my fat cock while trying to stay quiet. There’s the rush that maybe, just maybe, the roommate might come back and catch us.”

  “You think so?”

  “Maybe.” I cock my head, looking in her eyes. “You want to feel my cock between your legs right now, don’t you? You want to feel like you did last night, but you’re afraid.”

  She nods once. “Yeah.”

  I kiss her softly, slowly. God, she tastes good.

  I pin her wrists up beside her head. “Az isn’t coming back anytime soon,” I whisper in her ear. “Think you can be quiet?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Then I’ll have to shove your panties in your mouth again.”

  I kiss her, this time deeper, this time slower, my heart a rushing race in my chest.

  7

  Jenna

  He kisses me and I know I’m doomed.

  Okay, that’s an exaggeration. But god, I know what he wants, and I know I want it too.

  I shouldn’t. I should be more worried. I mean, he might’ve had an affair with another woman while I was all alone in that stupid luxurious dorm. But I guess I don’t care enough to stop this.

  The memory of last night keeps coming back to me. His mouth between my legs, my panties in my mouth. God, it felt so good to orgasm like that out by the lake. And sleeping with him here in the dorm only seems more exciting.

  I kiss him tight and hard and let out a soft moan. He pins my wrists down tight and I can feel his massive weight. He can control me, dominate me so easily, and I want it, I want all of it.

  He releases one wrist and manages to unbutton my jeans with one hand. He tugs them and I help him, getting them off before he pulls off his shirt. I stare at his muscular chest, at the tattoos on his skin.

  He smirks and kisses me again. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Yes,” I groan. “I know I shouldn’t.”

  “It’s not a matter of should or shouldn’t. It’s just a matter of letting go and feeling good.”

  I groan as his hand slides between my legs. I squirm and he teases me. I’m dripping wet and now we both know it.

  He chuckles slightly.

  “Clearly you’ve let go a little bit.”

  I glare at him. “Shut up.”

  He laughs and kisses me while his fingers work their magic again. I roll my hips against him and moan into his mouth.

  “Please,” he whispers. “You’re dripping wet and begging
for this. Don’t act like you’re hiding something from me.”

  I stare into his eyes and he moves back, pulling my shirt up and off. He kisses my neck, my chest. “I’m not hiding.”

  “Sure you are. But god, you shouldn’t. Look at your body, your breasts, your skin. Do you know how fucking sexy you are, Jenna?”

  I bite my lip. “No.”

  “Yes,” he growls, unhooking my bra. We throw it onto the floor before he slides down my body, kissing my chest and nipples. He ends up down at the bottom of my bed, my legs ion his shoulders. He takes off my panties and tosses them up to me.

  “In case you need them.”

  I glare at him but I don’t have time to call him an asshole. His tongue finds my clit and the moans start up immediately.

  So I shove my own panties in my mouth. He smirks up at me, teasing with his fingers. I feel so dirty but god, he’s right. I can’t be quiet.

  He licks me top to bottom, tonguing my clit. He spreads my legs wide then and slides his fingers inside, just like last time, and like last time I feel myself going wild. I roll my hips and pleasure rocks through me. I’m moaning and I have to even cover my mouth with my hand, the panties wadded up between my lips.

  God, this is amazing. It feels incredible as he licks me top to bottom, sucking and working my clit. He growls his pleasure before pulling back and getting off the bed.

  I roll onto my side, realizing only belatedly that I’m naked. He buttons his jeans and pulls them off, kicking them aside, before taking off his boxer briefs and holding his cock in his hand.

  He’s massive. Actually, that’s an understatement. He has the biggest cock I’ve ever heard of, let alone seen. I slide off the bed, taking my panties from my mouth. I put them aside on the sheets before getting down on my knees in front of him.

  He grabs my hair and looks down into my eyes before bending forward and kissing me. I take his cock in both hands and slowly stroke him. I feel a strange purr work itself up from my chest.

  “You’re…” I trail off.