by Dark Angel
Since Big Dick was mostly a self-publishing effort, our budget only bought us an ant-sized booth right between two Bad Boy Publishing authors. Swear to God, these people are everywhere. Aside from the fans and the authors, there are a few movie studio head-honchos walking around, trying to sniff out a potential blockbuster hiding in this convention, but even they only seem preoccupied with Aidan’s launch.
“Hey, it’ll be okay,” Cheryl says out of the blue, reaching for me and laying her hand on top of mine. I look at her, and can’t help but smile. Her words are soft like a breeze, but they’re honest.
“I don’t know… It’s hard. I won’t give up, no, but all this stuff with Aidan… I just don’t know what to do,” I tell her, unconsciously placing one hand on top of my belly. She smiles as she watches me do it, and then leans into me and kisses me on the cheek.
“Trust me, sweetie, it’ll be okay.”
“How can you be so sure?” I ask her, realizing that there’s something she isn’t telling me. “Tell me, Cheryl. You’re hiding something.”
“Well, I… I didn’t want to worry you, or get your hopes high,” she starts, looking down at the floor while she looks for the right words. “But I talked with CJ, and she told me that things would work out. She seemed pretty sure of it, you know?”
“Yeah… But should we even trust her? I mean, she’s Aidan’s agent. As far as we know, she was the one that hooked him up with Bad Boy Publishing.”
“I don’t know, Abby… This must be pretty hard for you, but I have a good feeling about all of this. That’s why I insisted that you come here. That and I didn’t want you to give up on your life, you know?”
“Thank you,” I reply, squeezing her hand in mine and smiling. Somehow, her words have eased all the anxiety inside my chest. I trust Cheryl; I’d trust her with my life, if push came to shove. Even though I can’t say the same about CJ, Cheryl’s contagious optimism has brightened my mood.
“Oh, crap!” she cries out suddenly, looking down at her watch. “It’s about to start,” she continues, jumping up to her feet.
“What?” I ask her, looking at the watch on my cellphone. It’s almost 6 PM, which means that Aidan’s launch is about to start.
“Fuck!” she yells and pulls me up.
I go up to my feet fast, shoving my cellphone inside of my purse.
“Let’s go!” Cheryl yells, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me out of our booth.
I know, babe. I’m wondering it too.
Why am I even letting my PA drag me to Aidan’s launch?
I mean sometimes PA’s can just walk all over you if you let them.
I’m not sure if I want to be there when Aidan launches Huge Cock, but something inside of me tells me that it’s imperative I’m there. Why? I honestly have no idea; all I know is that I must be there.
So I let Cheryl drag me to the hall of cock.
Cheryl and I run through the convention floor, shoving our way across a thick river of people, all of them flowing toward the main hall. By the time we get there, the place is packed; there must be thousands of people crammed inside. Bad Boy Publishing banners hang from the ceiling every ten feet or so, like flags from some mighty empire hell bent on crushing everything and everyone in its way.
Aidan’s already on the stage, and I feel anger welling up inside of me as I see Grady standing by his side, a shit-eating grin on his face. It’s a good thing I don’t have any kind of super powers, or else Grady would be choking right now. Behind Grady and Aidan, there’s a two story tall banner covered by a huge red curtain, and I’m betting that the curtain is hiding Huge Cock’s cover -- Aidan’s amplified body oozing sexiness.
“Let’s get this thing going,” Aidan says, grabbing a microphone from the hands of one of the assistants on stage. His voice makes my heart tighten up, and I place both my hands on my belly by instinct, like a lioness protecting its cub.
Loud music starts coming from the speakers, and that’s when I realize there’s a small orchestra right under the stage, a quartet of strings building up the anticipation with each note they play. Jesus, just how much money is Bad Boy Publishing spending on this book?
When the music reaches its high point, Aidan walks to the red curtain and tugs on it. It falls over majestically, revealing—just as I thought—Aidan’s shirtless body, amplified in all its glory under the Huge Cock title.
Sparks start coming off from the edge of the stage, and then the lights go out. Bright spotlights light up the stage, focusing on Aidan and something behind him. There’s another red sheet covering a massive table behind Aidan and, when he pushes on it, he reveals an endless pile of Huge Cock books.
This doesn’t look like the launch of a book; this look like someone is launching a fucking rocket into outer space. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much fanfare just because of a book. Bad Boy Publishing must be throwing all of its weight under Aidan, which means Huge Cock is going to make a killing. Remember the studio execs I told you about? Yeah, right now they’re standing close to the stage, and they’re so excited that I wouldn’t be surprised if they just ran up to Aidan and forced him to sign a contract right here and now.
“I’m pleased to announce,” Aidan starts, his amplified voice booming over the excited crowd, “that Huge Cock is finally up for sale! Everyone who pre-ordered, your book is right here behind me, waiting for you.” He waves rather dramatically at the monstrous pile of books behind him, and the stage assistants climb down from the stage and start organizing—or, well, trying to—everyone into neat lines.
“Don’t worry, there are books for everyone!” Grady says excitedly, snatching a mic out of one of the assistant's hands. He walks over to the edge of the stage, looking down at the eager buyers below him as if he’s some kind of God-King, and then continues. “You can also head to Rainforest.com and buy your digital copy, and then --”
“Chill the fuck out, bro, I’m not done yet,” Aidan cuts Grady short and, judging by the way his face turns white, I doubt he was counting on that.
Walking to the edge of the stage and shoving Grady out of the way, Aidan takes the mic to his mouth and looks straight ahead, down into the crowd… And that’s when I realize he’s looking at me.
“There’s something I want to say as everyone gets their copy,” he tells everyone in the hall, and the seriousness in his voice makes everyone take pause. The crowd goes silent in the blink of an eye, and the silence is so deafening you could hear a pin drop.
Here we go, I think to myself.
Abby
“There’s something I want to say as everyone gets their copy,” I tell the crowd, and I can see the entire hall of people looking up at me.
That’s right. They’re here for my Huge Cock. After the success of Big Dick it’s no wonder that they’re here. Abby struck gold coming up with this genre.
And now Bad Boy Publishing is looking to muscle in and blow her out of the water.
I mean, with their fucking money they’re able to do that. But the genre is so small, that they won’t be able to stay in it forever.
Just long enough to squeeze out the indie authors who were trying to make a living in it.
It’s not hard to see why. You just have to look at fucking Grady O’Sullivan and how he fucking looks at Abby to know that that fucker still has a major boner for her.
Well, he’s got a weird way of showing it, trying to destroy her. But I bet in his fucked up brain it probably makes sense. Punish her for leaving him even though it was him that was the one cheating in the first place.
Yeah, I did my fucking research before signing on with this Bad Boy Publishing deal. I went back and looked to see everything that had gone on between these two.
It made what I’m about to say so much fucking easier, let me tell you that.
Oh, that’s right, you don’t know what I’m about to say, do you?
Well, all I gotta say, darlin’, is listen close.
The crowd is staring at me.<
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“What I wanted to say is,” I begin as I walk around the stage with the microphone. I can see Grady looking at me with a puzzled expression. This wasn’t part of the script and he’s not sure what’s going on. “Full editorial control is a wonderful fucking thing.”
That’s probably about the last thing any publisher wants to really hear. But let me continue for you to understand the full scope of what I just said.
“I made sure that I was given full editorial control for any 11th hour changes, and Bad Boy Publishing was so intent to sign me that they granted me a one-book deal and I want to thank them,” I say, taking a step toward Grady who’s standing frozen on stage and giving him a bow.
“If they never had given me that deal, I would've never been able to change the dedication when you open up the book to Abby Cleveland, who invented the big cock genre in romance,” I say into the microphone and immediately there’s a stir in the room.
People are starting to open up the book as they get it. They’re seeing the dedication page.
“Dedicated to Abby Cleveland, whose book, Big Cock, is the basis for this story. On sale on the Rainforest store at 99c. or FREE with Rainforest Unlimited.”
Yeah, they’re seeing that and they’re either asking ‘Who’s Abby Cleveland?’ or they’re putting two and two together. But regardless of what they’re doing, they’re going to the store's front page for Big Cock. And they’re one-clicking. Oh, are they one-clicking.
“Wha-” Grady is saying as he lets the hand holding the microphone drop. He’s trying to piece what’s going on. “What’s going on?”
I figure I owe this motherfucker an explanation.
“What’s going on, Grady, is simple,” I tell him as I walk over to him. “Declaring war on an author because she left you for fucking another woman is wrong. And trying to steal her idea and throw money at it to blow her out of the water is even worse. So that’s why, the book you had me write … I made a few changes before it went to press.”
Grady looks at me like I’ve gone completely fucking crazy. But I continue.
“The book is a bit of a sequel to Big Dick, but the reader is gonna need to find out what happened there in order to finish reading this,” I tell Grady and he turns white. “It’s got a HEA, but you've got to read Big Dick to be able to understand it. And it has no cheating or cliffhangers, but again, that’s only for the people who read Big Dick. And everywhere on there I make sure people know that to get all of that you need to read Big Dick first,” I say to Grady.
“You're insane!” Grady whispers, the microphone dropping from his hand. “We’ll sue the shit out of you!”
“Actually, bub, I made sure the engagement contract you gave me let me do just this,” I tell Grady with a smile on my face. I can tell there are people in the audience capturing this entire exchange for Facebook. I need to make sure they capture me on my good side. “I checked and re-checked and with the literary power you gave me, only one thing is gonna happen…” I continue but Grady interrupts me again.
“You set him up to it!” he yells, spit flying out of his mouth as he looks beyond me.
I turn around. Abby has climbed the few steps up from the floor to the stage.
“She had no idea,” I tell Grady, turning back to him. “And now you can do one of two things, Grady.”
He looks at me as I continue. “You can help distribute pre-order books like you promised, since it is your publishing company,” Grady blanches at this. “Or you can get the fuck off the stage and let me go to my booth. You will owe me royalties from this, after all.”
I can literally see the fucking blood rush through Grady’s veins. Fuck that. He didn’t work with me during any of the time between when he stole me away from Abby and today. Treated me like a piece of fucking meat.
But I put up with it. Seriously, after all the bitching and moaning I did to CJ the first time she asked me to write a book, you think I would go that quietly as I did?
No, I was biding my time. Being fucking quiet. Because no one could know what I was planning.
And now, it looks like it worked. Although it also looks like Grady is about to pop a fucking blood vessel.
But that’s no longer my concern because Abby has just come up to me.
“Aidan…” she says to me quietly and I turn to her.
“Quiet, babe,” I tell her, interrupting her and putting a finger to her lips. “Let me speak first.”
She looks surprised, but her eyes tell me that I should continue.
“First off, I know about the little baby,” I tell her and I see surprise go through Abby’s eyes. “CJ told me. Back when she thought I was backstabbing you.”
“Why didn’t you…” Abby says but stops herself as she tries to figure out what she wants to say. “You never said anything?”
I shake my head, coming closer to her. “I needed to get this done, babe,” I tell her. “Our book was never gonna out-compete the big publishers, right?” I ask.
Abby shakes her head. “But now, it will,” she says.
“Now, with everything that Bad Boy Publishing is already locked into doing, a sale for Huge Cock is going to mean a sale for Big Dick. And that means…” I trail off, letting her put the pieces together.
“That means that I’m not a small fry anymore,” she says slowly, realization washing over her.
“Aidan, do you know what this mean?” she asks me, and her eyes are wide. “With that amount of money, I could probably start my own publishing company. Maybe take on a few authors. Co-write on a few pen names. Have better artwork…” she trails off.
I look around. People are looking at us. They’re fucking enraptured. Literally, in this order this is what they’re doing. They’re getting the book that they pre-ordered. They’re reading the back. Reading the dedication. Going over to Abby’s little rinky-dink booth and buying a copy of Big Dick or going to the Rainforest.com storefront to buy it. And then looking up at the two of us talking on stage.
They’ve almost begun to see how this plays out as part of the book itself.
“Aidan, this means…” Abby trails off. Tears are coming down her eyes.
“It means we’re free, baby girl,” I tell her, using my fingers to brush her tears. “We’re free of everyone and everything. Only for each other. No one else.”
She wraps her arms around me. “You coulda told me,” she mumbles into my chest.
“No, babe, I couldn’t,” I tell her. It’s true. I realize that now. “I would never have been able to. Because I realize that I…I love you.”
She’s silent for a long moment and then she pulls back from me. Her eyes have the mark of tears but they’re no longer falling.
“I love you too, Aidan,” she says to me and buries her face in my chest again. I squeeze my arms around her. “So so much, oh my God.”
I smile. I mean, wouldn’t you?
This girl basically rescued me. You saw what I was like before this. You see me now.
If it weren’t for Abby Cleveland, I’d be nowhere.
“Although, I’ll probably have to start writing under a new pen name if we’re going to do a publishing company,” Abby says into my chest and I wonder if it’s bad fucking form to tell a girl to speak up after you told her you loved them.
“What usually happens now in the romance novels you write, babe?” I ask Abby.
She looks at me and a lascivious smile lights up her face and I go fucking weak in the knees as my cock wakes up and my brain forgets about everyone around me in the convention center.
“In the romance novels I write,” she says to me with a wicked gleam in her eye. “We get to go have a nasty but sweet long…fuck.”
Perfect.
Abby
Forget all about going home. The moment I felt Aidan’s arms wrapped around me, I knew we wouldn’t survive a ride back to his place. So we did the only logical thing we could do—we got out of the convention center as fast as we could, crossed the street, and booked
a room in the nearest hotel.
All in all, it took us ten minutes.
Right now, we’re inside one of the hotel’s elevators, waiting as it climbs lazily toward the floor where our room is.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Aidan says, his deep voice making my heart race faster.
“I missed you too,” I reply, looking into his eyes with a smile, and God, it feels good to be smiling again. After all this time of pure misery and despair, I thought I’d never be able to genuinely smile ever again. And it feels amazing to be proven wrong.
Placing both of his hands on my hips, Aidan pushes my body against the elevator wall, pinning me there. He just stares into my eyes, his body pressed against mine, and I’m the one closing the distance between our mouths. My eyelids droop as I feel his fleshy lips on mine, and I linger there, wanting this kiss to go on forever.
I part his lips with my tongue, and then move it slowly inside his mouth. Our tongues dance softly around each other, and Aidan lets his hands slide down from my waist and over the curve of my ass. Squeezing both my cheeks, he pulls me into him, his kiss growing wild and fierce.
“I love you so fucking much,” he tells me as we come up for air, his words the most genuine thing I've ever heard.
“I love you too,” I repeat, smiling as I feel the words rolling over my lips. It feels good to say it—no, it feels liberating. I wanted to say it for so long and I couldn’t; the words seemed to hang around my neck like a chain, and now that I’ve set them free I feel so much lighter.
“I can see that,” he whispers, sliding one hand under the hemline of my dress and flattening its palm between my thighs. I gasp as he presses hard against my pussy, the wet fabric of my thong sticking to his fingers. “There’s a lot of love in here, that’s for sure.”
