Riding Lil' Red Hard: A Modern Day Fairy Tale (Fairy Tale Series Book 3)

by Eddie Cleveland

  “Hullo?”

  “Gabe! Gabriel! My man! Gabe the Babe! I mean, shit, ignore the last one,” I don’t need to look at the number to know it’s Ryan. I served with him in the SEALs, in fact he was on the same mission that ripped my face up. Although, he managed to get out of that explosion unscathed. Ryan is the kind of guy who brings the fun to the party. He knows how to have a great time and make everyone feel awesome. The girls love him too, and he’s a kick-ass wingman. All around great guy.

  “Hey man,” I ignore the old nickname the guys gave me and his embarrassment for using it, but my fingers grip onto my phone tighter and my back straightens. Before I looked like someone Krazy Glued some skin to the side of my face, I used to be pretty hot shit, and I fucking knew it too.

  It feels like a lifetime ago that I would look in the mirror and smile smugly at what I saw. Before I put a ring on my shallow, cheating fiancé's finger I had my fingers stuck in more cherry pies than I could count. A simple smirk was enough to bring home more women than I could count. I wince at the memory. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that same swooning look, in a woman’s eyes just from walking into a room. Now, when I grab my coffee in the morning, I see how people’s eyes shift away from me. Like I’m a monster walking out of the shadows and into the daylight that no one is prepared to face, so they just pretend I don’t even exist.

  “Buddy! I’m heading out on an epic road trip on my Harley, I’m gonna hit all you guys up for a visit,” he sounds like his usual chipper self.

  In the SEALs we all have nicknames for each other. Usually it’s one word, like ‘toaster’ or ‘coyote’ but with my old swagger the guys zeroed in on my looks. “Gabe the Babe” stuck for me and became what all my buddies called me. It wasn’t meant as a compliment, more of a tongue in cheek, doesn’t-he-think-he’s-so-pretty, kind of thing. Sometimes, since the IED shredded my face, I’ve wondered if this has been some kind of curse for how I treated people back then. Like it’s all a terrible karmic payback for the hearts I callously broke and women I used.

  “When are you gonna be here?” I cringe, hoping he tells me it won’t be until this three months is through. I want to see him, but I’ve got this obligation to Vanessa now too.

  “I’m heading to Oregon first to see Connor, then in about a week I’ll be down your way,” he answers. I can almost see the shit-eating grin on his face.

  “Man, you’ve got some bad timing,” I sigh. “I just took a job as a bodyguard for an actress out here, I have to stay at her place and it’s all expenses paid,” I explain.

  “Wow, that sounds like a sweet gig, does she need another one?” he jokes around.

  “Nah, it’s all set up, but I’m not getting rid of my place. The studio she’s working for is covering my rent while I’m there, so you can still come and crash here. I should definitely be able to get away for a night. We can have some brews and catch up,” I wish there was more I could offer. I haven’t seen Ryan, or any of the guys for that matter, since the night of the explosion. I was helicoptered out to an overseas base for emergency medical assistance and by the time I returned to US soil they’d all gone back to their hometowns.

  “Sounds like a plan, I’d love to see you for longer but I’ll take one epic night,” he laughs.

  “Cool, give me a call when you’re heading this way and we’ll do it up,” I smile.

  “Will do,” he answers. “Later man.”

  “Later.”

  We hang up and I grab the keys to my Jeep and jerk my head at Axle. “Come on, time to see your new home,” my dog hops up and prances over to the door, clearly excited.

  Hell, with the way this summer is shaping up, for the first time since before we went out on our mission that night in Afghanistan, I’m feeling pretty excited too.

  13|Vanessa

  I slurp up the last of my protein shake like I’m trying to suck the bottom out of the glass. This diet is bullshit. There’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep properly with my stomach so empty and growling. I close my eyes and remind myself of the old saying about the camera putting on ten pounds. With all the high-resolution cameras that we have now, it’s more like twenty. I know we’re filming a topless scene near the end of our schedule. I need to look as good as I can for it.

  I would hate to be too fat to be on-screen fuckable.

  Suddenly the powdery chocolate flavor from my shake turns bitter in my mouth as anger rises inside me about Erik again.

  You know what? Fuck him.

  Fuck that guy.

  I’m not going to let him ruin this movie for me and I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he hurt me. I will be cheerful and completely breezy when I have to deal with his ass. I refuse to whimper around the set like a puppy dog that someone kicked just because I’m stuck with him as a co-star.

  I refuse.

  Outside, I hear the beep of someone locking their car door with their keychain fob, and my heart skips a beat.

  Gabe’s back.

  I practically leap from my chair and head over to the door, my cheeks actually hurt a little from how wide I’m grinning. I fling open the door and he shuffles inside with two duffel bags, a grease-stained paper bag of McDonald’s food, and his dog.

  I try to ignore the tempting aroma wafting from the bag, instead focussing on my new furry friend. “Come on in,” I tell Gabe then look down at the beautiful pup in front of me, sizing me up. “Well hello there, you sweet thing,” I use my baby talk voice and the dog tilts his head at me. “You must be Axle,” I pet his head and give him a scratch behind one of his large, pointed ears.

  “You can just talk to him normally,” Gabe shakes his head, “that’s what I do,” he shrugs.

  “What do you mean?” I look back at Axle, “I am talking to you normally, aren’t I you sweet guy?” I mean, yeah, my voice is a bit high-pitched, but still.

  “Would you talk to me like that?”

  “Uh, no.”

  “That’s what I mean,” he laughs at me and un-wrinkles the top of the McDonald’s bag, plucking a few delicious smelling fries from inside.

  The camera puts on ten pounds.

  More like twenty.

  Nothing tastes as good as being skinny.

  I grit my teeth together and try not to look jealous as he munches on them. “Want some?” Gabe holds out the box and I shake my head but don’t open my mouth.

  “You sure?” He raises an eyebrow.

  “I can’t eat them. The studio wants me to lose weight for the movie,” I cross my arms over my tummy self-consciously and look down at the dog.

  “That’s bullshit!” I jump at how loud Gabe says it. “You’re body is perfect, there’s no way they want you to change it, that’s crazy!” He looks genuinely upset.

  “You know how it is in Hollywood,” I roll my eyes, “there’s no such thing as too skinny.”

  “Well, they should pull their heads outta their asses because there’s nothing wrong with you.” It’s strange the way Gabe is looking at me right now, with total disbelief, that anyone would want to change me. It makes me feel sexier, than I have ever felt before.

  I shrug it off, I don’t want to talk about weight and dieting. It won’t change Hollywood and it won’t make it any easier. “Do you think you brought enough stuff?” I tease him. “You know it’s only three months right?”

  “This one is all Axle’s stuff,” Gabe pats the huge duffle bag that looks like it’s seams could burst at any time. “This one is mine,” he jerks his thumb to the smaller one on his other shoulder.

  “Really,” I giggle. “all of that is for him?”

  “Yep, what can I say, Axle’s a bit of a diva,” he smirks and folds his McDonald’s bag shut again, putting it down on the kitchen counter.

  I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, you are not a diva!” My voice goes back to that high-pitch baby voice and Gabe cringes. “You’re a good boy,” I pet his head and both the dog and his owner look relieved that I use my norma
l tone.

  “Go on Axle, go look around,” Gabe nods at the dog and he gets up and explores. I notice for the first time that he’s missing a back leg and his tail too.

  “What happened to him?” I whisper, like I’m afraid I might hurt Axle’s feelings if he hears me talking about him.

  “Same thing that happened to me, improvised explosive device.” he answers flatly.

  “Oh,” I look down at my feet not sure what to say next. My eyes dart over to my keys on the counter and I look back up at Gabe, “Oh, so I have a key for you for the house,” I cross the floor and go grab it from the dining room table. “The other guys returned them earlier,” I explain.

  “So, how did that work exactly?” Gabe leans back against my counter and smiles.

  “What’s that?”

  “Well, you had two bodyguards and one room for them. Did they have to share a bed, or did one of them get a sweeter deal than I’m getting,” he runs his hand over his jaw and holds me in his gaze.

  “No!” The word comes out louder than I intended. “Nothing like that,” I huff. “They were supposed to work shifts, one was here for the day and the other at night. But, they were both supposed to come out with me, if I went anywhere I might need protection,” I explain. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter, they sucked, you don’t, here’s your key,” I thrust it out at him and he laughs. I swear he enjoys getting me flustered more than anyone I’ve ever met.

  “Okay, just wanted to make sure,” he teases and plucks the key from my fingers. A buzz of excitement tingles through me, like a low-level current of electricity over my skin as our fingers briefly touch.

  I breathe sharply and it feels like time stops, like all the noise out on the busy streets of LA. has been muted and I can only hear my heartbeat in my ears.

  Bang-bang!

  Both of us jump at the interruption and stare at the front door like it’s foreign to us. “I have no idea who that could be,” I grumble and walk over to it, annoyed at the distraction. My annoyance quickly erupts into full-on anger as I look out the window at Erik.

  Seriously?

  Don’t let him get the better of you.

  Don’t let him win.

  I yank the door open and paste a fake smile to my face, “Erik! What are you doing here?” I try not to sound like I’m accusing him, but I think I’m failing.

  “Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by to celebrate the good news,” he doesn’t wait to be invited in, instead just swooping past me into my house.

  “Oh, hello,” Erik quickly sizes up, and dismisses, Gabe and Axle. “I didn’t know you had guests or whatever,” Erik waves his hand at them.

  How could you? You, didn’t fucking call. I don’t speak the words, instead I smile broader. “That’s right, Gabe this is Erik. He is the leading man in the movie now, he just got the part today,” I spit out the foul tasting words.

  “Oh yeah, congrats man,” Gabe extends his hand and Erik shakes it like he handed him a dirty tissue.

  “Yeah, well with our history, it shouldn’t be that hard to play your lover,” Erik narrows his eyes, making him look even more like a human version of a fox than he already does. His bushy but perfectly waxed eyebrows push together as he purses, his lips like I’ve seen him do a hundred times for a selfie.

  Gabe looks from Erik to me and I can see a flash of anger in his eyes. Is he jealous? Or does he just realize how much of a douche-canoe Erik is?

  “Wow, they always say that people look like their pets, but you two really fit the bill, huh?” Erik jerks his head at Axle’s missing leg and then shamelessly stares at Gabe’s intricate pattern of scars.

  “Erik!” I can’t believe he’d be such an asshole, I mean, even for him.

  “Oh, what? Like the guy doesn’t know they both have this thing going on? Come on, Nessa, relax,” he rolls his green eyes.

  “Don’t call me that,” I snap. So much for not letting him get to me.

  “Yeah, it’s no big deal,” Gabe answers coolly. “I agree with him, Axle and I do look alike. I guess it’s because when you were getting seaweed wraps and Botox injections in your face, my dog and I were overseas fighting for your freedom. You’re welcome you fucking clown,” Gabe’s face twists with rage and I can see him restraining himself as his hands quake with anger. For a second I think he’s gonna haul off and punch Erik and, I’ve got to admit, that would be pretty, awesome. Instead he slings the duffel bags back over his shoulders and grabs his McDonald’s bag from the counter. “Let’s go Axle, we’ve got to get unpacked, I want to make sure we get nice and comfortable in our new home,” he calls out to the dog and the Shepherd obediently follows him out of the room.

  “Wait, what? Is he living with you?” Erik’s eyebrows shoot skyward and he watches Gabe storm away.

  “I think you should go, Erik,” I sigh suddenly feeling exhausted.

  “Fine, I don’t have much time anyway. I just wanted to congratulate you on working with me and all that,” he can’t even hear how obnoxious he is. It truly seems to come completely natural to him.

  “Yep, should be lots of fun,” I answer with no feeling at all in my voice. “I’ll see you on the set,” I usher him over to the door and practically push him through it.

  “Okay, see ya,” he walks, not bothering to turn around or wave, instead he just hops back into his Ferrari and squeals his tires as he spins off.

  This is going to be a long three months.

  I’m not sure I’m gonna make it.

  14|Vanessa

  I trudge my heavy feet down the hall and into the kitchen, blearily pulling open the fridge and grabbing my unblended kale smoothie from inside. All the ingredients are already in the Nutri-bullet I just have to shove it on the base and mix it up.

  Somehow, I manage to get the thing going and I close my eyes as it whirls noisily. Who gets up this early? I’ve never understood people who willingly wake up at the ass crack of dawn to start their day. It seems masochistic.

  I mean, it’s six o’clock in the morning, so not exactly the ass crack since the sun is fully up and I can hear people outside, but close enough. I slam my palm on the buttons until it stops making noise and pull the cup off, flipping it over I take off the part with the blades attached to it and sniff the green, foamy drink suspiciously.

  You know what else is masochistic? Kale.

  Ugh.

  I hate how it feels like every single calorie I consume is being counted...against me. As if everything I eat will be judged and that my self-worth is supposed to be attached to my meals, or lack of them. I know that Hollywood can be toxic for women like me, ones who have broad hips and big breasts. Girls who have a big booty that jiggles when we walk. If I felt like there was anything I wanted more than this I’d say screw this diet and forget the whole thing. But I’ve wanted to be an actress, since my mother and I watched the old Elvis Presley movies together on TV. My mother used to get lost in pretending she was the leading ladies in his films because she loved young Elvis. She would sigh and stare at the television like a schoolgirl with her first crush. I used to sit on the sofa beside her with the same look fixed on my face, but not because I had a thing for the King. I pictured myself as the same leading ladies because I imagined myself in their shoes, on set, performing for the audience and temporarily losing myself in a role. It all seemed so magical.

  I manage to take a sip and convince my throat to swallow it down with some coaxing. I stare out the window blankly and do a double take as I spot Gabe and Axle out in the yard playing Frisbee. He’s certainly not struggling to wake up as he, shirtlessly, tosses a Frisbee to his dog across the lawn and Axle catches it mid-air. Holy crap.

  I mean, it’s impressive that a three-legged dog can so gracefully pluck the Frisbee out of the air like that, but that’s not what has my attention. The glistening sweat trickling down over Gabe’s tattoos and tantalizingly traveling down his eight-pack abs has suddenly given me a jolt that no kale smoothie or coffee in the world c
ould.

  Holy crap.

  Suddenly awake, I take a long sip of my disgusting drink and don’t even flinch this time as it wreaks havoc on my taste buds, not when I have a distraction like him in my backyard. I’m pretty sure I’ve stopped blinking, just soaking him in as he drops to the ground and quickly does an impressive amount, of push-ups in about thirty seconds. He stands back up just as Axle approaches him and pulls the red disc from his dog’s mouth, tossing it back in the air. As the dog races across the grass to catch it, Gabe drops to the ground and does a bunch of burpees.

  Wow, now that’s a workout. Trying to beat his lightning quick German Shepherd before he returns with the Frisbee with his own exercises, looks exhausting. I have to fan my face with my hand just from watching.

  You know, a girl could get used to this whole early bird gets the worm thing if this was her motivation. I smile as I spy on their exercise, lingering by the window in my nightie as I chug back the rest of my green morning blend like a frat boy doing a keg stand. I know I’ve got to get ready for my own cardio session. My personal trainer is probably on the way to my house right now, but convincing my feet to move from this spot, or my eyes to move from that hard body isn’t an easy sell. I peer over at the clock on my wall and groan. It’s already quarter after six and my trainer is going to be here at six-thirty. I need to get myself together. At least today it’s a fun workout and not the brutal kettlebell circuit I did last week. I’d never even heard of kettlebells before, and if I never swung those strange cannonballs with handles attached to them again, I’d die happy.

  Taking one last lazy minute to enjoy my unexpected morning view, I sigh and tear myself away from the window. Time to do this. At least now I’ve got the energy to face the day and the gruelling schedule ahead of me. It’s amazing how Gabe can send a little jolt through me and get me going. It makes my mind wander to other naughty ways he could give me a jolt and get me going. Damn, I’m going to need a cold shower and I haven’t even worked out yet!

  15|Gabe