Midnight Action (Hollywood Nights Book 2)

by Amelie Black

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  Epilogue

  Logan

  Lexi

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  Midnight Action

  The Hollywood Nights Series #2

  Amelie Black

  Copyright ©2017 Amelie Black

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of Amelie Black.

  Contents

  1. Logan

  2. Lexi

  3. Logan

  4. Lexi

  5. Logan

  6. Lexi

  7. Logan

  8. Lexi

  9. Logan

  10. Lexi

  11. Logan

  12. Lexi

  Epilogue

  Also by Amelie Black

  About the Author

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  1

  Logan

  He had just come off a trying assignment and was looking forward to some R&R time when the call had come.

  It was his friend from the Marines who now ran a private security firm for the rich and famous. Only the most elite VIPs could afford their service which consisted of ex-police and other military types like himself. Logan Steel had gotten into the marines early and had quickly advanced up the ranks due to his formidable skills. Despite being so good at it, however, he never enjoyed the job as much he as thought he would — he wanted to protect and serve, but he didn’t like fighting people, however misguided they were.

  After he left the Marines Logan worked various private jobs until Wilson had called him up offering to employ him as one of his exclusive bodyguards. The money was incredible, and it was pretty fun to mix with the Hollywood elite: they were as eccentric, as out of control as a person would expect. From well-organized orgies featuring some of the country’s best-known faces to basement S&M dungeons, Logan had seen it all. Despite some of the crazy things he’d witnessed, however, Logan was a consummate professional and would never betray his employer’s trust. This kind of integrity was a quality that was often missing in LA and so he found his services in constant demand, particularly when the employer happened to be a bored and lonely housewife. Many fell for his brooding good looks and Logan found himself frequently caught in uncomfortable situations where he would catch his client walking around in nothing more than a thong and a smile.

  Logan never took advantage of the situation though. These women who threw themselves at him, he never found them attractive. He didn’t like their too-tight facial features so often caused by surgery, or the fake big tits. He also hated the fake tans. In fact, he hated fakeness in general which was why, although he was quite the catch, he still hadn’t found the one.

  Having finished a trying job with a diva pop star who had acted very badly when Logan had rejected her drunken advances, he had packed a bag and was ready to take off on his Harley for a week in the mountains when Wilson had called, pleading for him to do this one big case. Stonewall Smith, the well-known movie mogul who owned Pinnacle studios had been receiving death threats. This wasn’t unusual in and of itself — the rich and famous were always being targeted by money grabbers and weirdos — however Wilson was particularly concerned as pictures had been sent to Stonewall, pictures of his young teenage daughter Lexi while she was out and more worrying, even when she was at home, swimming in their pool. She was about to turn eighteen and the Smiths were planning on throwing an enormous party to celebrate the occasion.

  Wilson had explained how bad an idea that would be however as Stonewall would essentially be opening his home to thousands of strangers. If anyone wanted to do something to them or Lexi, there wouldn’t be a more perfect opportunity. Stonewall and his movie star wife Mandy had resisted, however, and tried to convince him otherwise. They said they would hire extra security and have cameras installed but Wilson insisted that if they ignored his professional opinion, he would not be able to take up their job. He would not risk his company’s reputation for clients who didn’t do as they were told.

  A few short hours later, Logan found himself installing secret cameras and alarms all over the Smith’s palatial property, a six bedroom, eight bathroom mansion with panoramic views of the Pacific Ocean and the famous Griffith Observatory. Though Logan wasn’t poor by any means, this kind of good living was truly out of this world and he found himself constantly admiring the grounds.

  The Smiths had sworn Logan to secrecy. They didn’t want him to reveal his presence to their daughter until later that night, with Logan present, feeling that she might understand the graveness of the situation more if he were in attendance.

  Logan hadn’t met the daughter yet though he had studied the profile on her as he had studied any of the profiles of his clients. It was his job to know everything about them — even the things they didn’t want the average person to know. As Wilson had given him the lowdown on the family over a coffee, Logan had flicked through the many pictures of her. She had such delicate features and pouty luscious lips that made Logan instantly image his thick and throbbing cock in her mouth. She had thick chestnut hair that fell to her waist in waves, and big blue eyes that revealed the innocence Logan would have instantly known she had, even if he wasn’t to read it in her file. That kind of honesty and innocence only existed in someone who had yet to be touched by a man.

  He tried not to react when the photographs of Lexi in her bikini came up, showing her delectable body in all its ripe glory though his dick had grown rock hard of its own accord. She was a goddess! A ray of sunshine that took Logan’s breath away and made his blood pound through his body. Her tits were big and round, her ass pert and perfect. And the swim in the cold water had made her nipples erect. Logan could almost see them through the white fabric of her bikini. Those darker circles could just be shadow, true, but whatever it was, it had Logan’s mouth watering and his mind working overtime.

  With one look, Lexi’s face and figure had been seared into Logan’s brain and Logan knew instantly, however unprofessional it was, he had to at least meet this girl. He had to see whether he had this same intense reaction with her in real life. And if he got really really lucky, maybe he would get to taste her too. Worried Wilson might spot his reaction and fire him off the case, Logan had quickly moved past the pictures and started on her written file.

  Lexi grew up in the shadow of her parents’ fame. Although her childhood had been one glamorous Hollywood event after another, Lexi didn’t seem to have become the spoilt and troubled brat that most of these kids of Hollywood icons became. She had good grades and healthy hobbies. She loved to read though her greatest joy was riding her thoroughbred horse, Spirit. She had a few friends that she would hang out with occasionally but she didn’t seem to enjoy going out as much as they did, in fact, Lexi would prefer to do things at home — probably the reason for the party being held on home ground, Logan thought to himself.

  Logan had examined the property a few days ago to pinpoint any vulnerable positions and had rigged up a new security system. He was installing the final camera now. It was a slightly tricky procedure as Lexi’s parents didn’t want her to know where the cameras were going to be — they did
n’t want her to feel self-conscious or inhibit her life in any way. Right now he was standing on the terrace outside Lexi’s room, searching for the perfect location to install the camera that would notify him if anything happened to her. It was a delicate operation, and he had just decided on the perfect location – in the corner, suspended from the porch outside her room — when a movement inside caught his eye.

  It was Lexi herself.

  She must have just come out of the shower as there was only a tiny towel wrapped around her glistening wet body. Her dripping long brown hair was slung carelessly over one shoulder as she went to a vanity table and sat down. Logan knew he should notify her of his presence but he couldn’t move, mesmerized as he was by her beauty.

  Lexi’s skin was practically glowing and the tiny towel couldn’t hide her delicious curves. She had the kind of tits that made a man want to sink his face into them to taste them, and a round and perky ass that begged to be bent over and worshipped from behind. She was so perfect Logan couldn’t decide which part of her he would ravage first if he had the opportunity. His dick grew hard even as blood pounded through his head and his body started to throb with a desperate need.

  He knew this was wrong; she was not even eighteen yet, and she was also his client. But she was so damn ripe in her unclaimed body (Logan knew she was a virgin, this was a point he had read with great interest in her file), that he knew he would have to taste her… and soon. To hell with his job or reputation: it wasn’t like he needed the money anymore, he was a millionaire in his own right.

  In one electric glance, Logan knew he would do everything to make her his.

  2

  Lexi

  Lexi had it all.

  The only child and the beloved daughter of two of Hollywood’s greatest talents, Alexa Gray-Stonewall had the kind of life that most only ever dreamed about.

  Her mother was none other than mega movie star Amanda Gray. Herself the daughter of Hollywood royalty, Amanda began acting when she was just a toddler playing her father’s adorable on-screen child. Her sweet smile and cute nature had turned her into the nation’s sweetheart which only continued as she grew up in the public eye.

  At the tender age of eighteen, Amanda — now a huge star herself — fell in love with the sexy and powerful studio mogul that was Stonewall Smith. With a strong jaw, soulful eyes, and built like a brick-house in all sense of the word, he was the only man to sweep her off her feet and within weeks of knowing each other the two began a passionate affair on the set of Amanda’s breakout movie that ended in a marriage and an Academy Award. Though infidelity was rife in this town, Stonewall and Amanda’s union were rock solid. They were the real deal, and neither had nor ever would cheat on each other.

  Lexi had come along two years after they were married and she was even more beautiful than her mother if that were possible. Lexi had inherited her mom’s creamy skin, pouty lips, and to-die-for hourglass figure. From her father, she inherited his intelligence and love of reading.

  Although Lexi was a happy girl, she didn’t have many friends. Her peers, she didn’t have much in common with, while regular kids her own age either found her lineage too intimidating or they liked it a little too much, using her for whatever they could get. After Lexi discovered her last group of friends selling her family stories to ET, she decided she would be better off without them and promptly cut them out of her life.

  However, this created an unfortunate problem.

  Lexi was turning 18 in two days and her parents wanted to celebrate it in style. They wanted to throw a nice big party set in the grounds of their enormous home. They intended to focus the party by their swimming pool with a buffet catered by celebrity chef, Jean-Louis to be set up in the adjoining pool house. Fresh lobster was being flown in from Maine while a French pastry chef who had designed the cake for the King of Monaco’s recent (and fifth) wedding had promised that Lexi’s centerpiece would overshadow that. A stage was also on its way, to be set up in their landscaped gardens for singing sensation Stella Speed to perform a private concert for them.

  It all sounded just horrible.

  Lexi wanted a quiet dinner alone with her parents but they wouldn’t hear of it. They wanted to show her off to the world and Lexi would have put her foot down if it wasn’t for her mom’s current movie production. It was supposed to be a big tent-pole affair, but the production had been plagued with issues as first one-leading A-list man then another dropped out. They were for unrelated reasons but the tabloids didn’t see it that way, with headlines screaming that America’s sweetheart had turned into a diva who was running her co-stars off the set. Truth was, Amanda needed good publicity and what better way for her to achieve that than to celebrate her beloved daughter’s birthday with a “private” party that would only be attended by LA’s best, and also a few invited and discreet paps of course. Both of her parents had been growing increasingly stressed of late — her dad’s studio job seemed to be taking a toll on him too — so even though it was the last thing she wanted, Lexi agreed to the party.

  Which was how she now found herself studying a rail of designer dresses with price tags that made even her eyes water. Her mom had called her publicist for a favor and Lexi was now given the tough choice of deciding which dress she wanted to wear for the occasion. She pulled on a pretty pink number with a floaty skirt and assessed her reflection in the mirror. As usual, she looked stunning, like she was wrapped in a delightful pink cloud. It made her complexion pop and Lexi liked how curvy yet classy she looked. She was her mother’s daughter alright.

  But Lexi thought it looked too fussy, and she wasn’t very comfortable in it. Despite all her riches, she was a simple girl, preferring a simpler style. Next, she tried on a tight black dress. She loved how sophisticated she looked but felt that she was revealing too much with the low cut front, and thigh-high slit. Her big boobs were practically falling out of the dress and Lexi was concerned that maybe people would get more of an eyeful than she was willing to give.

  Rifling through the rack, she finally came upon a white dress and slipped it on. It was an off-the-shoulder number that was beautifully cut with an empire waist and flowing skirt that ended at her ankle. She looked beautiful, and she felt comfortable in it. Lexi smiled at her reflection. This was the one. Even if a party wasn’t her style, at least the dress would be.

  She took it off and carefully hung it back up. Moving into her marble bathroom, Lexi stripped out of her underwear and turned the shower on when her cell rang. Her mom’s famous face flashed up on the screen.

  “Hey mom,” Lexi answered.

  “Honey, have you decided on a dress for tomorrow?” Amanda said, sounding strangely subdued.

  “Yes, I found the perfect one.”

  “That’s fabulous, I can’t wait to see you in it. I pulled a few favors to get those over to you so quickly, you know how designers are.”

  Her mother wasn’t saying anything Lexi didn’t already know, having spent a lifetime watching how this all worked: celebs wore designer gowns at glamorous events thereby giving the designers free advertisement and in return, the celebrities could request favors from them, usually in the form of clothes. The bigger the event, the better the gowns would get. Judging by the ones on Lexi’s rack, her birthday party was considered big business. Seeing the time, a thought came to Lexi.

  “I thought you were working until late tonight?” she asked.

  “I was, but something came up,” Amanda’s voice came hesitantly over the line. Lexi picked up on it immediately.

  “Oh God, what’s happened now? Have you lost another co-star?” Lexi asked, concerned for the spate of bad luck her mother seemed to be having.

  “No, nothing like that, sweetheart,” Amanda was quick to reassure her.

  “Then what is it? You don’t normally come home early, and you know you’re going to see whatever dress I pick later so what’s up?”

  “I can’t call to find out how my only child is doing?” Amanda asked, a littl
e testily.

  “Not in the last week of production, usually you’d leave that to Suki,” Lexi replied. Suki was her mom’s longtime assistant without who, Amanda would be totally lost. Lexi never held it against Amanda when work took over and she didn’t want her to think she was complaining now so she softened her tone.

  “Which I don’t mind, you know I love her. This is just… unusual is all.”

  There was a pause over the line as Amanda gathered her thoughts.

  “OK, you got me. I was calling to see if you were free right now?” Amanda asked.

  “Now? I’m just stepping into the shower,” Lexi replied.

  “Well, when you’re done, can you meet your dad and I in the study? We’ve got something we need to discuss with you,” Amanda said somewhat cagily.

  Lexi figured they had some other party surprise they wanted to spring on her, but, knowing that she hated surprises at the best of times, they would get her take on it first. “Sure. Give me ten minutes, I should be done by then.”

  “Perfect. See you in ten,” Amanda answered.

  Lexi hung up the phone and stepped into the shower. Steam fogged the air as Lexi let the powerful jets pound over her body. Pouring her favorite organic shower wash into her hand, she lathered herself, rubbing the creamy foam against her skin as it’s calming aroma relaxed her. Her hands reached up until she ran them across her breasts, feeling her nipples spring to attention. She cupped one in each hand, and massaged them, enjoying how they felt before moving them down between her legs. If she had more time, she could relax further in the shower by rubbing herself down below, though Lexi normally stopped as soon as she felt any kind of pressure. She found touching herself both pleasant and embarrassing and didn’t really know what to make of it.