Stripped Love #6 (BBW Alpha Male Romance)

by Taylor, Alycia

  STRIPPED LOVE #6

  BOOK 6

  By Alycia Taylor

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  Chapter One

  My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear the blood rushing through my head and my stomach dropped out from under me as if I were in a falling elevator. This wasn’t happening to me. This couldn’t be happening to me. Movie stars like Dimitri Morrison simply didn’t propose to someone like me.

  One man did see me, back when no one else did. Not just any man, Dimitri Morrison, the hottest actor in Hollywood. He was like a god descending from Mount Olympus, okay that may be taking things too far, but he was incredible. He had dark wavy hair, blue eyes, and a muscular build like a sculpted statue. Beyond mere appearances, he was amazingly talented. His films could make you cry, wring your hands with fear, or inspire you to hold out great hope and love for humanity. His acting talent was the kind that moved people and touched their souls.

  It had shocked the hell out me when he first invited me to go to his place with him, but not as much as when he showed up at my apartment door one day and made love to me for the first time. I never would have imagined that fateful night would be anything more than a torrid one-night-stand, but now here he was, kneeling in front of me on bended knee, asking me to marry him!

  I should say no. I knew I should say no. What kind of fool would I be to say yes? A marriage between us could never last. At any moment he would realize that he could do so much better than me and dump me for some super skinny, hot model half my weight and that never had to dance as a stripper. There was no way I was good enough to be his wife, and I never would be. His own mother was the first person to recognize it, and had tried to save him from me, but I hadn’t listened. Now I saw she was right, I needed to leave him or I would just drag him down in the world.

  All the good things that had happened in my life had been because of him and what a terrific guy he was. The only reason I started making hundred dollar tips stripping at the BBW Club was because he had starting passing them out that night he wanted to get my attention. The only reason I had gotten my first real acting job in a national commercial was because he had selected me to advertise his personal brand of cologne. And the only reason the casting director thought of selecting me from the thousands of candidates to play the lead role in that new television series was because of the fame I had gleaned as his girlfriend. If it hadn’t been for Dimitri Morrison, I would still be an invisible nobody barely scraping by. I owed everything I had to him, but what was the flip side of that? What was our relationship doing to him? Was my poor reputation as an ex-stripper going to limit his offers for great roles? Or even worse than that, would he turn down the roles for the sake of wanting to be with me?

  As an actress in a weekly television series, I was now contractually bound to stay in Hollywood for the regularly scheduled tapings. Dimitri’s movie roles often took him to countries all around the world for months at a time. One of his greatest movies required him to live in New Zealand for sixteen months. If he had been married to me at the time, would he have turned that role down to stay with me? Something told he might and then he wouldn’t have his Oscar nomination for Best Actor. I could be the cause of ruining his career and even his life.

  Then there was the selfish side of things for me. The ugly gossip I’d heard from those extras in the bathroom. Surely they weren’t the only ones making such speculations. The thought of it had angered me to the point of wanting to tell Dimitri tonight that I was moving out. I hadn’t decided yet if we could still date on rare occasion, but I knew for certain that we couldn’t stay together if I was going to be taken seriously in Hollywood; and we both knew how desperately I wanted that. The fulfillment of my dream of becoming a successful actress was empty if no one respected me and thought I was just getting roles in exchange for sex.

  The reasons were all listed under just one column. I should tell Dimitri no in answer to his marriage proposal. I should tell him I couldn’t be his bride, to save both his career and mine, and for the betterment of both our lives. I should tell him no for all those reasons, and probably many more; but when I opened my mouth the answer I gave him surprised me.

  “Yes! Yes, Dimitri Morrison, I will be your wife!”

  Dimitri leapt up and kissed me happily with tears of joy streaming from his eyes. My own cheeks were wet too, and I felt nothing but pure joy and exhilaration flooding through me. Despite all the ridiculous reasons I had listed trying to convince myself to say no, there was only one reason to say yes and it was the most powerful reason of all: we both loved each other with all our hearts.

  “I love you so much,” Dimitri whispered as he wept and kissed me over and over again.

  “I love you so much too,” I said, kissing him back and crying just as hard. None of the other considerations mattered at all; the only thing that counted was how much we loved each other and I knew that as long as we had that, everything else would fall into place somehow.

  Chapter Two

  When I strolled into work at the set for Veronica Briefs on Monday morning, the enormous engagement ring Dimitri had given me was glittering on my left hand. The happy news of our engagement spread through the studio quickly, and by the time I left work that evening, it was already the talk of social media. Fans were clamoring for my autograph as I exited the building and climbed into the back of my limousine. They shouted questions out at me, wanting to know if the rumors of my engagement were true. They squealed with delight when I told them they were.

  “News sure travels fast,” I said to my driver, Jake, with a breathless sigh as he pulled the car away from the curb and expertly maneuvered past the crowd of fans that always gathered outside the studio in hopes of catching a glimpse of a celebrity. It was shocking for me to think that now included me.

  “It sure does. Your engagement was the top story on all the entertainment shows this afternoon and should be on the front page of the gossip magazines tomorrow. You should expect a huge increase in paparazzi sightings, and I already spoke to Mr. Morrison about increasing your security and safety protocols.

  “Thank you so much Jake. I can always count on you to protect me.”

  “Hey, it’s the least I can do after you recommended me for this job. I thought when you left the BBW Club to be a rich and famous television star, you’d never remember a bouncer like me.”

  “How could I forget you after you saved me from all those scummy drunks all these years? You were the closest thing I had to a male relationship until Dimitri came along.”

  Jake smiled and chuckled at the memories we shared, but he was all business when a van pulled up beside us on the road with paparazzi hanging out of the rear window, trying to get a picture of me despite the tinted windows. Somehow he managed to ditch the van and got me home safe and sound behind the locked security gates of the house.

  “Do you want me to go inside with you?” Jake offered, but I shook my head politely.

  “No thank you Jake; I’ll be all right now.”

  “Are you sure? There’s a strange car parked by the front steps and I don’t recognize the plates.”

  “I’m sure it’s someone Dimitri knows or he’d have had his bodyguard throw them out already. Thank you, Jake.”

  He returned to the business of wiping the car down in the garage, but I knew he’d be keeping an extra ear out in case I need
ed him in the house. It was oddly comforting to know I had so many strong men around looking out for me, but the one person I really needed to look out for was a woman. I recognized her voice the moment I stepped through the door; Dimitri’s mother, the famed actress Marianne Morrison, was here.

  Dimitri’s raised voice echoed through the halls and I realized they were fighting. He said, “I don’t care, Mother! I love her and I’m going to marry her whether you approve or not.”

  “You’re going to regret this.”

  Marianne’s voice was cold as ice and I felt myself shiver despite the warm temperature in the air.

  “Are you threatening me? That won’t work on any me any better than it did on Avery. It disappoints me that you can’t stick by your word not to interfere with our relationship or our careers. I thought your promise meant something, but I guess I was wrong.”

  “I’m not threatening to interfere. I promised I’d let you wallow in your own mistakes, and that’s what I’m going to do. But that doesn’t mean you won’t regret marrying that white-trash whore. One of these days you’ll realize what a mistake it was to stay with her. If you want to sow your wild oats and have a fling, that’s fine; but to marry her is a mistake and I‘ll have no part in it. If you go through with this and marry that girl, I won’t be there.”

  “Are you honestly cutting me out of your life?”

  Dimitri’s voice was a mixture of anger and pain. I wanted to go to him and embrace him, but I couldn’t let them know I was eavesdropping on such a personal conversation.

  Marianne’s voice was tender and warm as she said “No, son. I could never cut you out of my life. You’re welcome to come visit me or call any time and I’m always happy to see you. I just can’t go to a wedding that I believe is terrible mistake. I won’t accept that girl as my daughter-in-law and I won’t ever allow her to be a part of my life.”

  I opened the door leading from the garage to the house and I closed it loudly, making it clear that I was home. I called out happily, as if I hadn’t heard a thing, “Dimitri? I’m home!”

  I strolled into the living room and saw the two of them facing off squarely to each other with tense expressions.

  “Goodbye,” Marianne said curtly and then brushed past me without even a word of acknowledgement.

  “She’s in her usual fine mood,” I said jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood in the air.

  “Yeah, let’s not talk about her. How was work?” Dimitri said, clearly wanting to forget the ugly fight he’d just endured and protect me from the pain of his mother’s disapproval.

  I decided to pretend like I hadn’t overheard everything and said.

  “Work was good, but I couldn’t wait to get home to my fiancé’ at the end of the day.”

  “I like the way that sounds.”

  Dimitri leered and leaned in to kiss me, but I dodged playfully out of his reach. Wagging my finger at him in mock admonishment, I said, “Not yet naughty boy. I think you need to take me out to dinner to celebrate our engagement first.”

  “Oh really? And what if I don’t want to wait?”

  Dimitri cocked his eyebrow at me and lunged for me again. I was in good shape from the daily workouts I did with a personal trainer for the show and dodged him easily again.

  “Then I guess you’ll have to try and catch me,” I teased and took off running behind the couch. We were both laughing as he chased me around the living room furniture until finally I let him catch me and we tumbled onto the couch together where he nuzzled my neck lovingly.

  “I got you. Now what should I do with you?” Dimitri teased and lifted my shirt to kiss my flat belly.

  “Anything you want.”

  I smiled at him and raised my hands up over my head in a position of surrender.

  He kissed his way up my torso, raising my shirt up inch by inch until he came to my breasts. I squirmed with delight under his touch as he fondled and suckled them in the way he way knew I liked best. Then he stopped abruptly and said, “If I can do anything I want, I think I’ll go ahead and take you out for that dinner.”

  I knew he expected me to pout for stopping so suddenly, but instead I winked at him and said, “Good, I have the perfect thing to wear.”

  I stripped off all my clothes and strolled sensuously into our bedroom completely naked while he watched and drooled. Then I pulled on a simple black dress with a low-cut V neckline and a hem length that fell mid-thigh. I pulled on a pair of black stiletto heels, fluffed my hair and makeup and then turned to him and said, “I’m ready if you are.”

  “Excuse me, darling; I think you forgot your panties.”

  Dimitri grinned, but I shook my head with a naughty laugh.

  “I didn’t forget. Now let’s go celebrate.”

  Dimitri gave Jake the night off and chose to drive the Ferrari into Beverly Hills, where we ate at an exclusive and elegant restaurant that I knew cost a fortune. The French cuisine was fabulously delicious and the bottle of champagne made me feel giddy and light-headed.

  All through the meal, I kept playfully leaning forward to give Dimitri a naughty glimpse down the front of my low-cut dress, or spreading my thighs wide beneath the tablecloth, where only he could see. I knew the thought that I wasn’t wearing any panties was surely driving him wild with desire.

  For dessert, the restaurant’s owner sent us over a crème brulee with his compliments as a way of congratulating us on our engagement. The waiter had given us two spoons so we could share the rich dessert, and I moved over onto Dimitri’s lap so I could reach it more easily. I felt his erection immediately, and carefully unzipped his slacks. I shifted the tablecloth so it covered our laps and adjusted the hem of my dress so my folds brushed against his exposed cock. I felt the tip of him slip into my entrance and squirmed on top of him, bringing him further into me.

  “What are doing? We’re in the middle of an upscale restaurant; someone will see,” Dimitri whispered in my ear, but his voice was thick with desire.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I adjusted my hips and felt his erection sink all the way into me with a satisfying sigh.

  “No, don’t stop,” Dimitri breathed into my ear. We were in a quiet and intimate corner and we kept our eyes on the waiters who seemed to be giving us privacy since they knew were on a romantic date. Hidden by the tablecloth and the candlelit ambience of the dark room, I ground my hips down while Dimitri thrust his up. The taboo nature of what we were doing only increased our passion for each other. We knew we should stop, but if felt so damn good that we couldn’t and I felt the sensations of an approaching orgasm radiating through my body.

  “I’m going to come on your cock right here in this restaurant,” I whispered into Dimitri’s ear. I gripped the table for leverage and balance and thrust deeply along the length of him, no longer caring if anyone saw. The pleasure was so great it overwhelmed any sense of caution, but somehow I managed to restrain myself enough to keep from crying out loud as I climaxed upon him. It must have been more than Dimitri could withstand, for I felt him orgasm with me, in near perfect synchronization, and he buried his face in my neck to keep from groaning aloud with pleasure.

  “How is everything, sir?”

  The waiter had approached our table without us realizing. Who knew how long he had been there. .

  “Terrific. Really terrific,” Dimitri said with a wide grin and we both tried not to laugh as the waiter nodded without a hint of knowing what we had just done.

  “That was the best dinner I think I’ve ever had,” Dimitri said as we drove home afterwards with grins still on our faces.

  ***

  By the next morning, reports of our engagement was front page news for most of the entertainment outlets and on social media. Soon after, we started getting flooded with offers and advertisements from caterers, dress designers, wedding planners, and more.

  Dimitri threw a huge stack of invitations from vendors in the trash and said, “This is crazy. All these people want us to book them for the wedding
and we haven’t even picked a date for it yet.”

  “I know, but I guess we’d better decide when we want to do it.”

  I thought planning a wedding would be a happy event, but with so much public pressure and scrutiny if felt like an obligation.

  “How about right now? We can hop on a jet and be in Las Vegas in less than an hour. We can have a quickie ceremony atop a casino with Elvis officiating, and boom; we’re married!”

  I laughed light-heartedly and gave him a playful shove.

  “I don’t think so. I don’t need a big fancy wedding that costs half a million dollars, but I would like a nice ceremony that my family could attend. It just wouldn’t feel right if my dad didn’t walk me down the aisle and none of my sisters were there. It’s always been my dream to wear my mother’s veil when I got married.”

  “That settles it then; we won’t elope to Vegas. That does still leave us with the dilemma of picking a date, however. When does Legal Briefs go on hiatus?”

  “We tape our season finale in the middle of May. I got to peek at the script and it’s a juicy cliffhanger where I’m kidnapped at gunpoint by a client and someone in the cast gets killed.”

  “Not you I hope,” Dimitri feigned terror, making me laugh.

  “No need to worry about that. But, even though we’ll be done taping, I’ll still have to go on a press tour to all the talk shows, promoting the air date of the finale in the end of May. Then we’ll be on hiatus for the months of June and July, with work resuming in the middle of August.”

  “Okay, that gives us a two month window of opportunity. I say we get married the first Saturday in June and spend the entire rest of your hiatus on our honeymoon. What do you say?”

  Dimitri’s eyes danced at the idea and I liked it at once.

  I called my mother that night and told her to plan on seeing her middle daughter getting married on June fifth. I expected that enduring weddings would be almost dull for her now. She and my father had already married off my older sisters Amanda and Angela, and I knew my sister Andrea was currently engaged; but my mother squealed with delight at the news and acted as if I were the first of her daughters to ever get married.