Jacob gently took the phone from me and explained what had happened to my house. I could hear Angie shouting expletives on the other end of the line.
Jacob passed the phone back to me a moment later when I’d calmed down enough to speak again.
“Nora?” Angie said. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault.”
“How?”
“When I came to get Oscar, I went into the backyard to grab some of his toys. I think I left the back door unlocked. That’s how James would’ve gotten in. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I muttered. “The prick was probably casing my place for days, waiting for a chance to get in somehow.”
“I wonder how he got past the security gate.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I have to go. I think the police just arrived.”
Angie made me promise to call her as soon as I was done with the officers, and then we hung up. Jacob guided one of the police officers around my house, showing them all the damage, and I sat at the dining table with the other officer, explaining the situation. He nodded and made notes as I spoke.
“We’ll certainly go and speak to your ex-boyfriend,” he said. “And you’re right, I’d say it was almost definitely him. Wouldn’t be the first time an angry ex did something like this. You said he’s also been sending you abusive messages on the internet?”
I nodded. “Yes. I blocked his real Facebook account, but he just made a new one to message me from. Then when I blocked that one, he made another new one.”
“I think you should seriously consider getting a restraining order against him. We’ll be pursuing charges for this incident,” he said, waving his hand at the carnage around us. “So it shouldn’t be difficult for you to obtain one. But when you file for it, bring printed copies of all those online messages with dates and times. The more evidence you have to demonstrate why you need the restraining order, the better.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“If I were you, I’d also go and stay somewhere else for the time being, if possible,” he said. “Do you have family or friends you can stay with until things are sorted out?”
“She’ll stay with me.”
I turned my head. Jacob was now standing right behind me with the other officer. “My house has optimal security, and James doesn’t know my address,” he went on. “She and Oscar will be safe there.”
“Is that okay with you, Ms. Valencia?” the officer asked.
I nodded at him, then turned back to Jacob. “Yes. Thanks.”
“It’s no problem,” he replied softly. He had a somewhat guilty expression in his eyes, but I wasn’t sure why. This wasn’t his fault. James was obviously a total psycho, and it wasn’t like Jacob could’ve seen this coming and prevented it.
No one could.
When the police had everything they needed to start their investigation, they left, and I went into my room to pack some clothes and other essentials in a travel bag. Then I went and shoved it all in the back seat of my car.
“I’ll follow you,” I said to Jacob. “I just texted Angie, and she’s going to drop off Oscar in an hour. Can I give her your address?”
“Of course.” He nodded, got into his car and pulled out of my driveway. I followed suit.
Ten minutes later, I was cruising down Benedict Canyon Drive on my way to Jacob’s place. I’d never been there before, obviously, but I knew it had to be nice. After all, it was Beverly Hills and he was a millionaire Hollywood hotshot.
I sighed. Lord, it still didn’t feel real. I was hooking up with a bona fide movie star. Little old me.
I arrived at his house in Beverly Hills two minutes later, though ‘house’ probably wasn’t the correct word to use in this case. Behind a guarded gate lay a dreamlike white mansion on several lavishly-landscaped acres, and I marveled at the gorgeous architecture as I slowly meandered down the long driveway. It was lined by tall poplar trees, each one in perfect alignment with the others.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” Jacob said in a jokey tone as I met him near a large marble fountain out the front. I was still casting my wide-eyed gaze around the property.
“I feel very poor right now,” I said with a self-deprecating grin.
“Well, this is your house for the time being, so we’ll have none of that,” he replied with a wink, ushering me inside.
The interior was just as impressive as the exterior—hand-carved wooden doors, coffered ceilings, expensive furniture and artwork everywhere. I padded over to a large picture window on one side and sighed as I took in the view. Directly below us was a vast pristine lawn, enormous infinity pool, and a tennis court with a small pavilion. A large Moroccan-style guest house stood further down the grounds with a tiled footpath leading up to it.
I sighed again and turned back to Jacob. “God, I could really get used to this.”
“Maybe you should,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
“Thanks so much for letting me stay here. Oscar is going to love running around out on that huge lawn.”
“I know. That’s the real reason I invited you to stay—so I could have him here.”
I laughed and elbowed him. “Oh, very funny.”
He chuckled as well, then squeezed me tighter. “Want me to show you your bedroom?”
I turned around and widened my eyes. “My bedroom?”
He nodded. “One of the spare rooms. I thought you might want some privacy for a while, after what’s happened today. If I were you, I’d be swearing off all men.”
I shook my head slowly. “No. I think I’d be happy in your bed,” I said.
Jacob’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, would you now?”
I gave him a nonchalant shrug and smiled slyly. “Only one way to find out…”
17
Jacob
I grinned and scooped Nora up in my arms, making her squeal as I carried her upstairs to my bedroom, which lay at the end of an artwork-adorned hall.
“We have about half an hour before Angie gets here with Oscar, right?” I asked, kicking my door open.
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Good. Because there’s a lot of things I want to do to you. Although it might take a little longer than half an hour…”
I set her down as I tore my clothes off, my eyes never leaving her. She was gorgeous. So gorgeous that I was having trouble keeping my hands off her for even a second. It wasn’t just her face and body, either. It was her personality as well, the way her drive and ambition always shined through against all odds. Every aspect of Nora drove me totally and utterly wild.
Slowly, she slipped her shirt over her shoulders, biting her bottom lip and staring at me. My cock throbbed painfully as she slid her pants off too, leaving them to pool around her feet. Her body was fucking perfect—insanely so—and now she was only wearing a black thong.
Jesus.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I grunted, pushing her hair over her shoulders so it was no longer covering her chest. “I wish I could stare at these tits all day.”
She bit her lip, then smiled. “Maybe you can,” she said, shyly lowering her eyes to the floor.
“What do you mean?”
She nodded toward my cell phone. It was sticking out of the back pocket of my jeans, which were crumpled on the floor next to us. “You’re a movie star with this enormous mansion in the hills, but now I’m in the house too. So maybe I want to be a movie star as well,” she said slowly and invitingly. “Maybe that’s the kind of distraction I need right now, considering all the stuff that’s going on.”
Holy fuck. This woman was amazing.
“You want me to film you?”
“No. I want you to film us,” she said. “I’ve always thought it would be hot to do something like that. And you’re just…”
She looked down, blushing. I tipped her chin back, locking my eyes with hers. “I’m just what?”
“You’re the perfect guy to do it with.”
Before she could say anything else, I clai
med her mouth with mine, ravaging her with my kiss. Her lips were willing, and she melted against my embrace as I was assured that yes, she definitely wanted to do this.
I finally pulled away, which was pure torture seeing as I wanted to keep kissing her. Then I grabbed my phone, set it to record, and placed it on a docking stand which sat up on a nearby shelf. It was usually used as a stand for an iPod to play music from, but hell… this was a much better idea.
“You sure about this?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes. Just make sure you don’t upload it anywhere. I don’t want to be a porn star for the whole world.”
“Just my porn star,” I said roughly, my right hand going to her back while the other cupped her reddening cheeks. “Now take that thong off.”
She quickly began to remove it, and I stopped her. “Not like that. For the camera.”
She turned to face the shelf where my phone sat, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she shimmied her hips, slowly pulling the thong down. It finally landed on the floor, and then she was naked and so fucking beautiful in front of me. I took a step toward her, admiring her curves. “So gorgeous,” I said, my voice husky. “Look what you do to me,” I added, grabbing her hand and placing it on my hard dick.
She smiled slyly. “What are you gonna do about it?”
I had her bent over my leather bedroom sofa in the next second, with her ass up and her face against the back of it. It was the perfect location, directly across the room from the shelf.
“Wait,” Nora breathed. “Not yet.”
“You want to stop?” I asked, trailing my fingers down her back. I gently slapped her ass and she trembled.
She shook her head as she turned around. “No. I don’t want to stop. I just want to get things started my way. Slowly.”
With that, she put her hands behind her back, crossing them at the wrists, and she lowered herself to sit on the couch. Making sure she was at an angle where the camera would capture every second of the action, she stared right at me as she gently sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth, laving it with her tongue.
Christ.
Her eyes remained on me as she got to work on my cock. I could feel myself getting even harder between her lips, feel the blood pumping into my shaft. I pulled her head back by her dark hair, and she let out a moan as my cock slipped in even deeper, taking up her whole warm mouth.
“Fuck…” I groaned.
Nora uncrossed her hands, and the right one moved up and around to the base of my groin, holding my cock tightly as her mouth worked away at the upper half. I reached down and grasped her free hand.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Rub your clit and slide those fingers inside your pussy.”
She moaned again and did exactly what I said, playing with her perfect pussy. My cock filled her up at the same time, throbbing more and more with each second as she explored it with her mouth. She ran her tongue along my length, taking special care with the head, and as she did that, her fingers slipped deeper between her pussy lips.
“Look at me again,” I growled at her, my fingers twining in her hair.
She stared up at me, eyes wide as she continued to bob up and down on my dick, and I groaned. “Fuck…”
I pulled out of her mouth. She moaned in protest, and then her eyes widened as I came all over her amazing tits. Her expression quickly turned to a smug smile as she realized how much she’d pleased me already, but it went back to the wide-eyed surprise of mere seconds ago when she saw that I was still rock-hard.
“That’s what you do to me,” I said, grabbing her under the shoulders and pulling her up.
Before I could maneuver her body in any way, she turned around and bent over again, ass up in the air. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” I asked with a chuckle, running my hand down her ass cheeks. I could see her perfect pussy lips from this angle. They were glistening with her arousal.
“Just… I want you inside me,” she said. Her fingernails clawed against the back of the leather couch. “Fuck me, Jacob.”
Slowly, I pushed the tip of my cock against her entrance. Nora bucked her hips. My palm went to the small of her back to hold her down while I guided myself inside her with my free hand, and I felt her walls stretching for me, her pussy so fucking tight that it almost felt like I was going to come again in one single thrust. I grunted, and she moaned, long and loud. I began moving my hips against her, slow yet firmly, making sure the phone camera was still capturing us at the perfect angle.
“Remember when you hated me?” I said, leaning down and murmuring against her ear. I trailed one finger down, swirling it around the entrance of her ass as I fucked her pussy. She nodded as another moan spilled from her lips. “You wouldn’t even look at me. And now… now you’re letting me fuck you like a filthy porn star. You’re so wet I could slide right into your ass.”
“I wanted you,” she replied, her voice a breathless whisper as my cock drilled deeper and harder inside her, my index finger slowly dipping inside her ass. “I hated you, but I wanted you. Keep going, please…”
She turned her head over her shoulder to look at me, and the lusty light in her eyes was by far the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, it was damn near making me lose my mind. I held onto her ass as I kept fucking her, pumping inside her hard and fast. The need to fill her all the way up was heightened by her throaty moans and whimpers, and I felt her muscles tightening around me even more as she arched her back and gasped with pleasure.
Sweat coated my skin as I held her in place, thrusting inside her until she was so loud that I was thankful we were here alone at my place and not back at her parents’ place where we’d definitely be heard. I grabbed her chin and made her keep looking at me over her shoulder.
“Are you on birth control?” I grunted, already feeling myself getting close again. She was just that fucking hot and tight, milking my cock to perfection, and in the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten to grab a condom.
She shook her head in answer to my question, so I pulled out and groaned as I emptied my load all over her arched back.
“Now that was an interesting film debut for you,” I said as I grabbed some tissues and helped her clean up a moment later.
She laughed, dabbing at her chest and back. “Make sure you send it to me. I want to watch it too.”
I leaned down and kissed her. Then I drew back, stroking her face softly. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do that,” I said softly. “I know I don’t always make it easy for people to trust me.”
She smiled up at me. “You’ve literally taken me into your home in my time of need,” she replied. “I think that tells me all I need to know about you.”
I grinned. “Glad to hear it. Now come on, let’s get dressed. Angie and Oscar will be arriving any minute, and we don’t want to traumatize the poor little creature.”
“Or Oscar, either,” she joked.
“I’m totally telling Angie you said that,” I replied in a faux snide voice.
She laughed and took my hand. “Let’s go, you ridiculous man.”
And just like that, I fell for her.
All the way.
18
Nora
I woke up early the next morning. For a moment, I thought I was still at home, forgetting all that’d happened recently. Reality hit me in the form of a kiss on the forehead a second later.
“Morning, sexy.”
I looked up to see Jacob leaning on one elbow, staring at me. “Morning,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “How’d you sleep?”
He sighed theatrically. “Terribly. I don’t think this is going to work out. Turns out you snore. So does Oscar,” he said with a roguish wink.
Oscar was sleeping on the floor just beyond the bed, and his ears pricked up at the mention of his name.
I laughed. “I do not snore. That was you! You woke yourself up at one point.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
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“Let’s just agree to blame the dog,” Jacob said.
I shook my head. “Oh no. No way. We all know you’re the culprit. Anyway, I’m going to go let him out. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I smiled at him as I hopped out of bed. I was living in a fairytale. Everything was just so perfect. I’d gone from totally single and miserable to sleeping in the bed of a world-famous star, and he seemed to genuinely care about me. Not only that, he talked to me like we were friends as well as lovers, which was the best I could hope for in any sort of relationship.
Surely it all had to come crashing down at some point, as my luck was bound to run out eventually. I hoped it wouldn’t, though.
Unfortunately, it happened even sooner than I expected.
I headed downstairs with the dog to let him out for a run. As I stood near the large French doors and watched him gambol across the grounds, I saw a tall, slim brunette with milky-white skin walking up the tiled footpath from the guesthouse. She paused when she saw me, a confused expression crossing her face for a second. Then she kept walking.
“Hello,” she said as she stepped inside, her voice heavily accented. “You must be Nora. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I realized this was the same woman who answered the phone the first time I ever called Jacob on his home number. I frowned with confusion. Jacob told me she was the housekeeper back then, but there was no way this woman was a housekeeper. For one, she was wearing a Versace dress and carrying a black Chanel handbag which matched her super-high black stilettos. There was no reason a housekeeper would be wandering the grounds dressed like that, especially in those shoes. At least not one I could think of. Secondly, she was absolutely stunning. A woman like her could easily be an actress or a model, so it was very hard for me to believe she simply worked for Jacob at his house.
“Hello,” I replied, not wanting to be rude. “Yes, I’m Nora. And you—”
I was cut off by Jacob appearing behind me. “Ina? What are you doing back so soon? I thought you said you’d be up north on your business thing for another two weeks at least.”
She shrugged. “I forgot a few things. You know what my memory is like. So I came back late last night to get them, and I booked a ticket back up there for this morning.” She looked down at the rose gold watch on her left wrist. “Oh, damn, I’m going to miss my flight if I don’t get out of here right this second. Sorry to be rude and dash off, but I really have to! Nice to meet you, Nora.”
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