Single TV Dad: Billionaire Romance... Naughty Angel Style

by Alexis Angel

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, Sasha...I, ah, have news. And it's not good,” she tells me right off the bat, and I feel my heart tightening up. Even before she says it out loud, I already know what her words are going to be.

  “Alberta...She has released the tape,” she finally breathes out, and I can tell that she isn’t enjoying her role as bearer of bad news.

  “Well, we had a good run,” I tell her, repeating what I just told Kane. “I guess this is it for us.”

  “Maybe things will work out…” Laurel says, but her words don’t sound confident. And, really, how can they be? Things were already bad after the fight I had with Alberta, and now there’s a sex tape of Kane and I...Well, there’s really no other angle I can look at this from: I’m screwed.

  “Maybe,” I repeat with a sigh. “Okay, thank you, Laurel.” Throwing the phone onto the couch, I then lean back and sigh.

  “She did it, didn’t she?” Kane asks me, and I look at him and purse my lips.

  “She did it,” I nod. “The tape is out there now.”

  “Screw it. It’s not like we have anything to hide.” Resting his hand on top of mine, he gives it a gentle squeeze. “Besides, it doesn’t matter. I have you here with me, and that’s what really matters.”

  “Do you mean that…?”

  “Of course I do, Sasha,” he replies, and then looks into my eyes for a long moment. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and I want to spend the rest of my days with you by my side. I love you, Sasha.”

  “You don’t know how good it feels to hear that,” I whisper, squeezing his hand back. “I love you too…”

  Leaning in, we kiss. It’s a soft one, and it feels like the perfect seal for what we just told each other. Love—ah, I never knew it’d feel this good.

  “But,” I start to say, pulling back from his kiss, “we might lose the show.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” he replies quickly, smiling. “If they decide to axe the show, so be it. We’ll manage.”

  “But —”

  “There’s no ‘but’. I have enough money to last us a lifetime, Sasha. And with that money I can finance any project I want...Sure, Manhattan Reign was a once in a lifetime opportunity, the kind of project that makes a career. But so what? We’ll create our own opportunities if that’s what we need to do.”

  “Yeah, you’re right…” I reply, managing a smile. Even though I’ll be sad to see Manhattan Reign go up in flames, nothing can destroy the happiness I’m feeling right now. I have Kane, we love each other, and money simply isn’t a problem. Yeah, he’s definitely right; we can create our own opportunities.

  “Maybe you could even finance one of Laurel’s projects. She’s been trying to push her scripts for ages now…” I tell him, and he just nods. “Could be interesting to work in something tailor made for us.”

  “See? It’s easy.”

  “It is,” I laugh softly, reaching for him and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. As I pull him in, crushing my mouth against his, I then jump on top of him. Placing my knees on either side of his thighs, I surrender to his kiss, his hands running up and down the side of my body as he feels each and every curve of mine.

  “I love you,” I tell him once more, those three words the most delicious and sweet things that have ever rolled off my tongue.

  “So do I…” he whispers, and then we just kiss and shut the whole world out.

  38

  TV Roundup!

  Chase: And hello everyone to this special edition of TV Roundup. I'm your host, Chase Worthington.

  Nadia: And I'm your co-host, Nadia Moore.

  Chase: We're live from Times Square today on a special breaking news broadcast of TV Roundup.

  Nadia: Another breaking news broadcast. Another get out of bed moment that disrupted our sex lives.

  Chase: That's why they pay us the big bucks though.

  Nadia: True. And this time though, I was going to say the reason for getting us out of bed was great.

  Chase: That's right, Nadia. Reporting to you first, audience, is breaking news that stars of the hit TV show, Manhattan Reign have been filmed on a sex tape. No one knows who filmed the sex tape, but it began appearing in the inboxes of several prominent gossip magazines earlier today.

  Nadia: That's right, Chase. Sources tell us that investigators are still trying to piece together who took the tape that shows Kane Parker and Sasha Carlton engaged in a variety of sexual activities in Kane's outdoor pool at his Hampton's estate.

  Chase: I gotta say though, as someone who has seen the sex tape multiple times that it's pretty fucking hot.

  Nadia: Oh no doubt, and just in case you're wondering what we're doing here, audience. We're waiting in Times Square because the New York Daily Journal has promised to put it on the JumboTron right behind us.

  Chase: That's right, Nadia. Apparently the sex tape was mailed by an anonymous source which makes it public domain and there is nothing stopping the Daily Journal from going ahead and posting it for viewership outside of it's flagship Times Square office building.

  Nadia: Already there looks to be a crowd that numbers in the thousands of people who are waiting to see it. A chance to see two beautiful hit TV stars getting it on in a variety of positions as they drive each other with animalistic passion towards bliss.

  Chase: Kind of like what we were doing before we got here.

  Nadia: But Chase, the fucking between Kane and Sasha is like, out of this world.

  Chase: True, but it does have consequences.

  Nadia: That's right. According to my sources, the producers of Manhattan Reign have a strict "no-sex" policy. This after numerous issues throughout prior seasons where starlets either left the show or were subjected to public ridicule. The producers were attempting to save the career of Sasha Carlton but many are openly speculating now whether she'll have a job next season.

  Chase: I mean it's always possible that the producers fire her, but won't there be a public outcry.

  Nadia: Not if the writers write her out of the story in a way that makes the audience tune in the following week. Maybe find a way to kill her or something.

  Chase: That's true. So while the world waits with baited breath, I'm sure that Sasha Carlton is waiting with anxiety as to what's going to happen to her career.

  Nadia: It's a shame, because she was already accruing so much critical acclaim.

  Chase: Stay tuned audience, for this exciting real life development that's taken a life of it's own. And may very well be a ratings competitor to...

  VOICEOVER: Manhattan Reign

  39

  Sasha

  “Hey, does anyone want anything else?” Stefan asks the group, his elbows propped on the granite kitchen counter. He has three beers in his hands and, when we tell him we’re good, he simply joins us on the large couch in the living room and hands out the beers.

  “Alright, then,” Kane announces, clapping his hands together. “It’s time,” he continues, checking his wristwatch and reaching for the remote. As he chooses the right channel, Manhattan Reign's opening song comes up, the velvety shapes and long distance shots of New York City's skyline taking over the screen. When the song finally dies out and the title appears on the screen, everyone just remains silent.

  Tonight, one month after we wrapped up shooting, the finale of Manhattan Reign is airing on TV, and Kane decided to have a small gathering of friends at his place. Aside from me and him, there’s also Laurel, Stefan, Jasmine, and the show’s director.

  We all know that our fate is hanging in the balance, since the executive producers still haven’t decided on the show’s future, so the atmosphere right now is kinda heavy. Aside from Laurel, who seems unusually happy today, everyone seems to be as excited as they’re nervous about watching the season’s final episode.

  Thirty minutes go by without nothing surprising happening; it seems that, for the most part, the producers had the editing crew stick to the script. But then a few scenes sta
rt veering off what we expected to happen.

  “What the…?” Jasmine asks, but no one answers. Our eyes are glued to the screen, watching as a horrified expression takes over Alberta’s face. Her character was a backstabbing manipulative bitch (much like her, really), and now she’s face-to-face with someone whose face is kept in the shadows.

  “Fuck,” I mutter as the gun fires and Alberta collapses, grabbing her stomach as violent red starts taking over the front of her dress. “Did this really happen?”

  “Damn right it happened,” Laurel cries out, waving one fist in the air. “I actually got Ryan to listen to me during one of our pitches. He didn’t like my movie idea, which is a shame, but he asked for my input on the show. And so I suggested a few things...Like killing Alberta off.” With that, she throws her arms over the headrest of the couch and smiles triumphantly, basking in the glory of what she did.

  “You’re the best fucking PA I’ve ever seen, that much is for sure,” Kane says, whistling as he looks at Laurel with an impressed expression.

  “Of course she’s the best PA ever,” I agree, turning to Laurel. I lay one kiss on her cheek and smile at her, knowing that words can’t really start to describe how thankful I am for everything she has done.

  “I also suggested we make the next season a sexy whodunit,” Laurel laughs, and we all join in. If there’s a next season, which is almost impossible after all the scandal surround me and Kane, I guess I could see Manhattan Reign changing gears.

  “Alright, alright ...let’s focus,” Laurel laughs, waving one hand at the screen. We all turn our attention toward the TV, and we watch in silence as the episode leads to the big moment: a sex scene between Kane and I.

  Even though it’s definitely embarrassing to have all these people watch you go at it, there’s also something very enticing about it. I take deep breaths throughout the scene, trying to calm myself; it drives me completely crazy to see it happening on the screen, and I feel my pussy growing wet with each passing second.

  Knowing the state I’m in, Kane just rests his hand on top of mine and squeezes it, a move I can only translate as ‘I’ll take care of you once everyone leaves’. Well, that works for me.

  “Now this is what I’m talking about,” Laurel whistles, clapping her hands as the endings credits start rolling. “What an episode!” Everyone starts following Laurel’s lead and, in a matter of seconds, thunderous applause is filling Kane’s living room.

  “Jesus, this was probably our best episode yet,” Stefan adds as the applause finally dies out. “Too bad Manhattan Reign is done.”

  “It’s a shame,” Laurel agrees, distractedly scrolling through the newsfeed in her phone." And everyone seems to agree with you, Stefan. The Internet is really going crazy with the way the episode wrapped up...They loved your scene,” she continues, looking at me and winking. You slut, she seems to be telling me telepathically, and I just smile at her.

  “Yeah...I’m sorry, guys,” I start, going up to my feet and turning around so that I’m facing the whole group. “This is really my fault...If I hadn’t locked horns with Alberta, and if that tape wasn’t around, I —”

  “Ah, forget about the tape,” Laurel cuts me short. “You guys broke the Internet. Viewership for this episode was through the roof, it seems, and that in part because of the sextape. People actually dig the fact that you and Kane are a thing, you know?”

  “Too bad the higher ups don’t see it like that,” I sigh, sinking down onto the couch again. It’s heartbreaking to see one of the best shows on TV go down like this, but we all did the best we could in our roles. At least we’ll all be able to keep our chins up after this.

  “Screw that,” Stefan and Jasmine say in one voice. They look at each other and then burst out laughing. “Really, Sasha,” Jasmine continues, “we’ll survive without Manhattan Reign. It was good while it lasted, but we all have stable careers as actors...We’ll get more roles.”

  “Hold on, everyone,” Kane says all of a sudden, taking his phone out of his pocket. At the same time, I hear my phone ringing from inside my purse. Taking it out, I unlock the screen and see a text from Ryan in there. I look at Kane, and then we just nod at each other.

  Meeting tomorrow, the text reads, we must discuss the future.

  40

  Kane

  I’m not sure what to think as Sasha and I wait outside in the reception area of Ryan’s office. This could go any number of ways, and I have no clue how it'll end up.

  Sasha is certain that we’ve just been called in to be fired. I can’t say that I disagree. Ryan made it clear on more than one occasion that anyone and everyone is replaceable. Look at Alberta. She was one of the stars of the show, but now her character has been killed off. It can happen to anyone at any time. You can never get too comfortable when it comes to your place in the entertainment industry.

  A moment later, Ryan appears in the doorway and invites us into his office. His face is a mask. I can’t get a read on what he’s thinking at all, and I’ve known the guy a long time.

  “So,” he begins, “you broke my biggest rule.”

  I sigh and rub my hand over my jaw. Yeah. It’s not going to go well. I should've known. Ryan is a stickler for that fucking rule.

  “Do you know what happened when Alberta went nuclear and blasted that sex tape all over the Internet?”

  I glance at Sasha, wishing she didn’t have to listen to this. She’s already devastated enough. Her shoulders slump slightly, and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer to me. At least now we don’t have to hide anymore. I want anyone and everyone to know that Sasha is my girl.

  Ryan smiles indulgently, not even seeming to care that we’re practically flaunting the fact that we broke his cardinal rule. What’s that about?

  “I’ll tell you what happened,” he continues, his smile growing. “Our ratings went through the roof. Everyone loves you two. From the minute the two of you appeared in an episode together, the fans have loved it. That chemistry is insane and they can’t get enough. Well, more people tuned in to see the finale than ever. We made television history. Everyone knew ahead of time that the scene where you had sex was real, and they wanted to see it. Sure, there was an FCC fine. But we more than made up for it in ratings and sponsors clamoring to get a piece of the action. You can’t make TV that good. It was perfect, and I owe it all to you two.”

  I want to stick my finger in my ear and wiggle it around to make sure I’m not hearing things. Is Ryan actually praising us? About us breaking his rule?

  But it makes sense. What was it I said before? The only thing more important to Ryan than his precious rule is ratings. He lives and dies by them. And apparently record-breaking ratings are enough to win him over.

  “The network loves it, you two.” Ryan is practically beaming. “And so do I!”

  I want to laugh; it’s so absurd. But I’m also thrilled. This couldn’t have gone any better.

  Sasha looks up at me in disbelief. She fully expected to get axed when we came in here. And now she’s finding out that isn’t the case at all.

  “You two are going to be the hottest thing on TV next season. And this murder mystery is going to be great. Really, I should be thanking you both.”

  It’s like we’ve fallen into an alternate reality. But who the fuck cares? Not if it means that not only can I be with Sasha, but she hasn’t lost her job after all.

  “So we’re not fired,” she says slowly, as if she’s having trouble believing it’s true, too.

  Ryan laughs. “Definitely not. In fact, your contracts are being extended and your salaries raised.” He gets serious for a moment. “But promise me one thing. For fuck’s sake, do not break up. I swear I’ll kill you both if you break up.”

  The three of us laugh, and I say, “I can guarantee you that’s never going to happen.” No way. I’ve got the perfect woman and there’s no way I’m letting her go.

  “Well, let me give you these,” Ryan adds, extending a set of keys.
r />   “What’s this?” Sasha asks.

  “Keys to your new dressing room. Your new shared dressing room.”

  I look at Sasha in disbelief. It really is like an alternate universe. One in which the “no sex on set” policy seems to never have existed.

  “You know,” Ryan continues, “I think you might just need a new assistant, Sasha dear.”

  She looks confused. “What? No, I’m perfectly happy with Laurel. Truly.”

  He smiles. “That may be the case, but I think you’ll soon find Laurel too busy. I’ve decided to hire her for the writing team since it was her idea to kill off Alberta’s character. That was the best idea anyone’s had in years.”

  That’s the truth if I’ve ever heard it. This is all so amazing. There’s only one thing I can think of that could make this day any more perfect.

  I look down at Sasha and give her a little wink. “What do you say we go check out that new dressing room?”

  41

  Sasha

  We’re in the new dressing room. There's already a new bed and a bunch of kinky sex toys. I’m looking over all of the toys and I’m instantly turned on. I’m ready to try them out and have hot sex with him all over again. I’m ready to explore some new things. I want to fuck him so badly just looking at all of these things.

  There are handcuffs, blindfolds, whips, vibrators. There are nipple clamps and an array of different lubes both flavored and not flavored.

  “Are you ready to play?” I hear him ask me. I bite my lip.

  “Of course, I am,” I say to him. “I want to play so bad.”

  I walk over to a wall and grab a box. Inside it has a wand vibrator that plugs into the wall.

  “This plugs into the wall? Damn it must be powerful,” I tell him.

  “Try it out.” He nods toward the bed and I lie down. He plugs it into the wall. I turn it on the first setting and am met with a soft vibration. I turn it on the medium setting and am met with a little bit higher vibration. I turn it on one more and my hand buzzes so hard, I’m so fucking wet.