My publicist did a great job with this. She dropped hints to just the right people that there might be a story about one of the girls in the Christopher Regent case. She hinted I was involved so we’d get press. The paparazzi got hundreds of pictures of the proposal. Who’d accuse someone of sexually harassing a woman he intended to marry? The story for the papers was I met her at the Halloween party and got her away from Christopher. We fell in love, had a baby, worked together briefly, and were now getting married. It wasn’t a perfect story, but this was Hollywood. People loved imperfect stories, especially if they were filled with drama.
I escorted Reyna out of the limousine, and she reluctantly left Arianna in Lorna’s capable hands. I then shuttled her to the Westfalia, and her jaw dropped a few inches.
“What is this?” she marveled.
“My guilty pleasure. Hop in; I want to take you for a ride.” I was beaming with joy.
The limo exited the parking garage, and the paparazzi went with them. A few lingered to see if we were pulling a bait and switch, so I opened the fridge in Westy and pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I had a tray of snacks as well… all of Reyna’s favorites.
“I thought we might wait out the paps for a bit. I brought snacks.” I poured a glass of champagne and handed it to her. “To impulsive marriage proposals.”
“To insane people.” She raised her glass to meet mine.
We drank our champagne, ate the snacks, and made out in the back of the Westy for about an hour before I felt the coast was clear.
“I think we lost them. Time for my surprise.” I felt giddy for the first time in forever.
“Wasn’t the wedding proposal thing surprise enough?” Her eyes were wide and questioning.
“Nope.” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Okay,” she looked at me, suspiciously. “It’s not a scary surprise right; you know how much I love those.” Ah, the sarcasm again.
“I hope not,” was all I gave her.
It was about a forty-five-minute drive to my beach house in Malibu. My parents gave each of their sons a house. Shelton lived in his three-bedroom loft on the top floor of a live/work space in downtown. Sage rented his mansion in Brentwood out for an enormous sum, so he could pursue his music. He lived, rent-free, in a little studio apartment in a collection of apartments my parents owned. I was just babysitting the mansion for my parents. They gave me the smallest of their dwellings, a tiny beachside bungalow in Malibu since we all assumed the mansion would someday be mine.
It wasn’t that tiny. It had a living room facing the ocean, a loft, and two bedrooms. It was, in a word, paradise. I thought Reyna might enjoy being there to celebrate this momentous occasion because she always thought the mansion was too big and elegant for “normal” people to live in. The beach house would be more to her liking.
We stopped at In-n-Out Burger before we arrived because I knew there wouldn’t be any food at the house. I’d go out to the neighborhood market in the morning. I knew Reyna would love the fact that there was no chef and no servants to wait on us. We were just going to be regular people doing regular things… in paradise.
I loved the delighted expression on her face when she saw the beach house. She rushed into my arms, hugged my neck, and kissed me.
“This place is absolutely amazing,” she gushed and twirled.
“This is all ours,” I said, returning her enthusiasm. “…and only ours.”
It was a little too Sound of Music for me, but she was adorable. I never thought of this tiny house on the water as being “absolutely amazing.” I looked around the room trying to see it through her eyes, and I understood the fascination. The window facing the ocean was two stories tall. The ocean view was completely unobstructed. Wherever we were in the house, we could see the water.
The bungalow had a loft over the living room and kitchen, two small bedrooms, and a terrace right on the sand. We had some chairs and a fire pit out there, but in all the bungalow was fairly quaint by Harris family standards. It was part of a private community of houses that shared a secluded beach. Most of the people living there were retirees; we were virtually alone that night. We ate our In-n-Out burgers on the terrace. She had a grilled cheese and me a double-double. It was fun listening to the ocean lap against the sand as we drank champagne and ate cheap burgers.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” she asked again.
“I’m never truly sure of anything, but I want us to try,” I answered. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I didn’t know if I wanted to hear her answer, but honesty was always the best policy.
“I’m terrified, Sinclair. Not of loving you, but I… I just don’t want to be hurt.” Her gaze lowered. “I’ve only been with one man before you, and he broke up with me in a rather harsh way. I don’t entirely trust men.” Her eyes lifted to mine after her confession.
“You shouldn’t trust men, but you should trust me,” I assured her as I took her hand. “I’m in this for the long term. I love you, Reyna. As long as we give each other space, be truthful with our feelings, and communicate, I think we can make this work. We haven’t known each other that long, but I already know I don’t want to be with anyone else. I am going to make love to you tonight and for as many nights as I can, proving to you every day that I love you.”
Her smile was warm and resolved. “I love you,” was all she said.
I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and sat her on the bed. I then undressed and bared myself, naked and erect. She did the same. I was not hers, and she was not mine; we belonged to each other… equals.
She softly dipped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, lovingly sucking on my most tender organ. I let her dictate the seduction that night. I didn’t thrust into her mouth but rather enjoyed the sensations of her soft, warm wetness on my tender skin. Her hands captured my buttocks and dove me deeper in as my balls tickled and clenched. I took deep breaths to make sure I didn’t cum in her mouth. I wanted the evening to last. Her tongue flicked at my swollen slit as her hand stroked up and down until I was clenching my teeth and sucking in air to hold back my release. I was so close to climax as I always was in her mouth. I gently pulled myself out.
“I’m good, love,” I said as I lifted her from the floor and kissed her mouth, tasting me on her lips.
I pressed her gently to the bed. “I love you,” I said as my hand slid down her body, dancing around her nipples and the sides of her perfect hourglass figure until it found purchase in her sweet wet center. I enjoyed diving my finger in and out of her, making sure to rub and flick her clit intermittently as I sucked her breasts.
Her fingers entwined in my hair, “Oh, Sin… oh my God,” she cried when I dove three fingers in her and pressed my body weight into them.
The thumb rubbed her clit, and I heard the glorious sounds of her climax. My mouth returned to hers as she came and captured my lower lip between her teeth. I grabbed her leg and draped it over my belly and dove myself into her exquisitely beautiful body. I held her steady as I began languidly pulsing, kissing her breasts, her shoulders, her neck…
She bit my earlobe. It was surprising and made me thrust harder involuntarily. Her hand wrapped around my back as she shifted on top of me. “You feel so good.” Her eyes glazed over and became hazy.
I adored her dazed look of euphoria. I always knew it meant she was close to orgasm again.
She started riding me hard, driving me nuts. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Sin... Sin,” she blathered as another wave of ecstasy hit her.
It was all I could take. I rolled on top of her, spreading her wide as I rocked into her deeper and deeper until our bodies were melded as one. Her hot skin slicked to mine, being skin to skin, body to body was too much. I felt my balls tightening as her pussy sucked at me, and she arched forward as she screamed my name.
I buried my cock as deep as I could and released my load, shooting stream after stream of cum into her womb. We
had one glorious baby, but I had a primal need for more. Whenever I was with Reyna, my body just wanted to make her pregnant over and over again.
My head, of course, knew how wrong this was, but boy my body sure as shit didn’t care. Good thing she was taking the pill, or we’d be up to our ears in kiddos. Coming down from my orgasm, I laid beside her and stared at the beautiful breezy expression on her face.
“Do you know one of the things I love most about being engaged to you?” I asked, hazy with my own euphoria.
“What’s that?” She turned to me and propped her head on her hand, staring with so much love.
“I get to do this with you for the rest of my life.” I kissed her again and finally pulled my cock out of her pussy, sated and tired.
“And I get to too,” she cooed, her finger swirling on my pubic hair, tracing the lines of the tattoo angled towards my manhood which had the nerve to semi-inflate again.
“I have a crazy idea,” I blurted out.
“What’s that?” she asked, intrigued.
“Let’s walk on the beach naked and make love on the sand.” I was being so crazy.
“You sure Ethel and Wilma will be good with that? This is a retirement community after all,” she teased.
“It’s a private community full of mostly retirees; there’s a difference. But I don’t think Ethel nor Wilma will mind. Perhaps they’ll get inspired and do a little muff diving themselves.” I winked at her.
“Oh my God, you’re horrible. Let’s go—I wanna ride your waves, baby.” She was being so cute and cheesy.
“Do me a favor and never use that as a line in one of your movies ever, just don’t,” I said as I took her hand and walked out to the beach with her.
Life continued around us as we made love in the surf that night. We were simply specs before the vastness of the ocean. In our world, though, the one where it was just our little family, we sparked a fire that night. It was a never-ending blaze that would illuminate us the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
Reyna
We had a lavish wedding in Malibu. I was reluctant to plan anything big, and I didn’t necessarily want to rush into marriage, but after our weekend at the Malibu house, I changed my mind. Sinclair, away from the world and the way the world saw him, was the perfect human. I loved him with all my heart. He was already the father of my daughter, and so I embraced our future together. We had a year-long engagement. Arianna and I moved into Sinclair’s mansion for good after that weekend in Malibu. Not much changed after we were married, other than we shared a last name and a very sizable bank account.
Our family had a rather busy life, but we managed it well. Ariana would go to Mrs.Effleman on weekdays, while Sinclair went to the office and I worked on my many film projects. Lorna offered to help with Arianna a lot at night, and I let her on occasion when Sinclair had something romantic planned for us, but usually, we wanted to take care of her ourselves after being away from her all day.
My parents had never really been a big part of my life, but I did let them know I was planning on getting married. They seemed surprised but happy I was marrying a billionaire. Strange, but I’d never really thought about his money. We were a team; we worked hard and continued to grow our wealth. We didn’t horde it but funded projects with important messages and gave back to our community whenever we could.
His production company produced two of my scripts, and the little troll project was a very successful children’s film. I was working a lot, and I loved it. I would often cart us all off to Malibu to write on the weekends. I found it more inspiring, and Sinclair was much less tense there. Our lovemaking was always just a little better in that magical place.
I loved waking up to the sound of the surf and dolphins playing in the waves. A year after our wedding, I was pregnant again. I loved being a mother, and we decided we wanted a few children and spread them out over a few years, so we could still work. Sinclair and I both loved parenting and felt most rewarded when we were with our family. Neither of our parents had much presence in our lives, so we vowed to be more present and available for our own children. I was thrilled to be bringing new life into the world.
Although our lives together are action-packed, Sinclair and I have been happy every day. We are perfect for one another. We’re good friends first, lovers second, and parents always. We knew we could conquer the world… and we did … one little film at a time. We made movies that mattered, helped bring Christopher Regent to his knees and were raising children to be kind, thoughtful citizens of the planet Earth. Sinclair was right… we did end up having a happily ever after.
Sinclair
A year after our wedding we found out Reyna was pregnant with Sinclair junior. Arianna was three years old and was excited to have a little brother. I never expected to be a father, but I sure loved it. After a little more than two years, the lawsuit with Christopher Regent finally went to court. Fifty-seven women came forward, and in the end, Chris was convicted on all counts. He will be spending the rest of his life in prison. Reyna and I were both relieved when it was all finally over. She was so brave and strong through the whole ordeal. Now, he couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.
The Dark One franchise took off. The second installment had the highest box office for the opening weekend, and Reyna and I were prepping for the premiere of The Dark One Three, The Legacy. I was so proud that we’d hired Reyna to write the script for the third installment of the Dark One franchise. I knew it was our best one yet. We were going to premiere it on Halloween night… which I found ironic.
We had Sage and Rey’s roommates over to the house a lot. We loved to barbecue and entertain. We had the Dark One premiere on Halloween at sunset, but before that, we hosted a kids’ party at the Mansion. Reyna, Arianna, and I were dark angels. Arianna was so cute with her gorgeous blonde curls against the dark black of her costume. She was turning out to be just like her mother, strong, funny, and in control; we were merely at her service. I loved her desperately. Sinclair Jr. had more of Reyna’s dark coloring. He had her chocolate brown eyes and deep brown curls; he had my strong profile, though. I had to admit we made gorgeous children. I never really thought I’d ever been this happy. I knew I’d make movies and probably would end up being a success… but nothing like this. I married my best friend and the perfect companion for the happily ever after. I guess if I were to muse on it, I’d say sometimes the only thing we need to make our lives perfect, is to believe that a perfect life exists.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Julia
“Are we going to Provoc?” I asked as we all piled into the cab.
“Oh, my God I love Provocateur,” Teddy said in his usual flamboyant draw.
“Yeah, it’s the only place to be seen right now,” Sarah added. “I’ve got to find a hot stockbroker to give me some tips.”
“Why do they need to be hot?” I teased.
“Technically they don’t, but if I’m going to pretend to be interested in the guy so I can get free financial advice, I’d prefer if they were hot.”
“You know you make enough money to actually pay for stock advice. You could date whoever you want,” I said.
I was finishing my makeup while we rode in the cab. Teddy was perpetually relegated to the front seat while Sarah, Kendra and I sat in the back. He hated that we always made him sit up there but as our only male friend who came out with us, he sucked it up and sat up there.
Going out dancing at the clubs in New York was one of my favorite things to do. This evening it was particularly exciting beca
use I’d just landed a huge client for our hotel chain and Teddy, who was also my supervisor at work, offered to pay the alcohol tab for the evening. There was no way we were going to turn that down; drinking in New York was expensive business.
“I’m not paying someone to give me advice when these guys will give it for free. Plus, when have you known me to ever actually date someone? I’m not looking for that sort of commitment,” Sarah added.
“Right, who would want to have a guy for more than one night?” Kendra chimed in.
“I’m not opposed to more than one night. I just don’t like these clingy guys who want to come over all the time and start getting mushy. Short term is all I have time for.”
Sarah was perpetually single. She managed the marketing at King Hotels and was damn good at her job. The key was her ability to make anyone feel like they were wanted in both personal and professional environments. Sarah had the ability to walk into a meeting full of CEO’s and have the whole lot of them eating out of her hands in a matter of minutes. I envied her ability to connect in that way.
“Let’s remember this celebration is for Julia,” Teddy added. “Thank you for making me look so good to my bosses,” he laughed with his distinctive high-pitched cackle that made all of us smile too. Teddy was the first boss I had out of college and I was so lucky to have him. He was funny, supportive, and refreshing compared to what I’d heard about the hotel sales industry while I was in school.
“I’m just in it for the money,” I teased.
“You’ll get a huge commission check, girl. I’m telling you, this one is going to rattle your cage when it hits your account.”
“I can’t wait. I’ve decided I’m going to go ahead with the baby thing.”
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