The Most Eligible Bachelor: A Texas Love Story

by Bella Winters

  She pushed me away, grabbed me by the hand and led me out of from under the water and straight to her bed.

  “Don’t you want to dry off first?” I asked as she turned me around and pushed me onto the bed.

  “Shut up,” Ashlyn said as she climbed on top of me, straddling me and gently rubbing her pussy against my cock.

  I reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them gently. She leaned down, bringing them close enough for me to suck on her nipples as she moved, rubbing against my cock ferociously. Her hands scratched at my chest, and with one swift motion, she slid me back inside her.

  Ashlyn sat up, throwing her head back as began to grind, giving me a view I couldn’t resist. She looked fucking incredible, her breasts bouncing, droplets of water across her soft skin, her wet hair matted against her shoulders. She rode me like a pro, and it was all I could do to keep up.

  I sat up, pulled her to me and sucked hard on her nipples. Her moans intensified between my nibbles and pinches, her hips grinding with a speed I did not think possible. She came with a shudder, pushing my face down hard against her breasts, her pussy squeezing my cock as if begging for it to come already.

  And I was close enough.

  I turned her around and onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waits, the heels of her feet digging into my ass and pushing me deeper inside her. “Come on, Chance,” she moaned. “Give it to me, baby. Show me how much you want it.”

  I didn’t need any more coaxing. I fucked her like never before, my hips moving like a piston, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her moans quickly turned into screams, deafening in the otherwise quiet room.

  “Come on,” she gasped. “Come on!”

  And I did. I came hard. My entire body froze, my muscles flexed, and I exploded inside her with such force that it shook my core and I felt a rush of blood to my head. My mind swam for a few seconds as I collapsed on top of her, her arms wrapped around me, both of us breathing so hard it felt like we had just run a marathon.

  I rolled off of her, and pulled her into my arms, her beating heart like a drum against my side. I looked at her, smiled when I saw that she had fallen asleep almost immediately, and closed my eyes.

  The last thing I saw was the glimmer of the diamond ring on her finger where her hand rested on my chest.

  End of Main Story

  For your reading pleasure, I have included an exclusive Never Before Published Romance Novella - Avril & Owen inside this book and it starts from the next page

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  Avril & Owen - An Exclusive Never Before Published Romance

  Chapter One – Avril

  Oh, my goodness,” I coo breathlessly while taking a step closer to the extremely gorgeous man standing in front of me. “I don’t know what to say to you. I never thought you would be here in front of me telling me that you love me. It’s all too much.” I flutter my lashes. “I’m overwhelmed.”

  He grabs my hands and stares deeply into my eyes. I lose myself in the warm brown, already knowing that this man is a million times too good for little old me. I have no idea what someone like him would see in me which makes me feel shy and awkward. I barely know how to hold myself.

  “Layla, I do love you,” he says breathlessly back. “The question is if you love me?”

  Before I can answer, his lips crash into mine and he sweeps my breath away. I mold into him, clearly giving myself over to him completely, showing him my love with my actions if I can’t quite find the words to say it back. I need him to see that I love him with every single inch of me…

  “Cut!” Buzz’s hands fall off me and we part in a heart beat as the director, Lee, ends this again. “No, no, no, Avril this is all wrong. Seriously. I don’t know how we’re still in this position. I told you weeks ago that you need to work on your sex appeal. There is no chemistry here on your part.”

  My eyes fall to the ground, I feel sick to my stomach. I hate myself all over again. I’ve been really trying to get this right, the last thing I want to do is mess up the opportunity of a lifetime, which this movie definitely is bringing for me, but I cannot seem to get it right. Everything I do works, I’ve really brought Layla and her story to life, it’s only the love side of it I can’t get right. That’s unfortunate because the love story part of it is massive. It’s what audience will want to see.

  “I’m sorry, I’m really trying my hardest. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

  “You don’t have any confidence in yourself!” Lee explodes. “It’s obvious. As soon as Buzz comes anywhere near you, you crumble and fall apart. You need to believe that he loves you.”

  Boiling hot tears bubble up in the corner of my eyes as I realize that I’m on the verge of losing everything. It’s taken me forever to make it as an actress, I’ve done all sorts of jobs that I don’t really want to do, all to get to this point. Lead female in a movie. If I lose this I have nothing.

  “I need to take a break,” Buzz shoots out arrogantly. He knows that he isn’t the issue and since he’s a bigger star than me I don’t think he takes too kindly to me hashing things up. “Back in five.”

  “Avril, do you want to come with me for a moment?” Carly, my make up artist and best friend on set wraps her arms around me. “Let me touch you up a little bit. Your mascara needs some help.”

  If anyone knows how I feel, it’s her. We’ve grown closer over the last few months and I’ve confided in her a lot. She’s the one I always go to when it seems like things are going badly. I allow her to drag me into my dressing room where we can have a few moments alone to talk things through.

  “Don’t worry about Lee,” she reassures me right away. “He’s known for being a dick.”

  “He’s right though, isn’t he?” I ask her morosely while flopping into a nearby chair. “I suck at creating chemistry. I mean, it doesn’t help that I don’t think much of Buzz but still I should be able to overcome that.” A tear finally streams down my cheek. “I suck as an actress, I should give up.”

  Carly grabs hold of my shoulders and she stares defiantly at me. “You should not give up, don’t let one bad scene take you down. Everything else you’ve done really well with. You just need to figure out a way to make this work.” She pauses and taps her chin thoughtfully. “From what you’ve told me, the reason you can’t act with passion, is because you haven’t really had any in your life. You don’t have any real-life experience to draw off. That’s probably something we can fix, right?”

  I have to admit, Carly is right about that, I haven’t had much passion in my life. At twenty-two years of age I haven’t ever had a boyfriend that I can find any real desire with. There was Gary in my later teenage years, but he was boring, especially in bed. Very much concerned with his own pleasure rather than me. I suppose I accepted it because he was my first and I didn’t know any different. Then, once that fizzled out, Matt came along last year. I thought he was awesome, but it wasn’t long before he revealed himself to be a jerk too. He was selfish and a cheating asshole… and that was all him.

  My entire dating history in one short burst of nothingness. It’s embarrassing to think of.

  “How can I fix it?” I ask her desperately. “What can I do short of getting a boyfriend?”

  “I wouldn’t recommend that. Your taste is terrible! No, you just need a good seeing to.”

  Her words cause an instant blush to fill my cheeks, I’m definitely not like that at all. I can fake confidence when I’m acting because I’m playing a role, I’m being someone else, but when it comes to being myself it’s a whole other story. I’ve always been a shy, quieter girl.

  I turn to glance at my reflection, looking at my blonde, currently wavy hair and my bright blue eyes, wondering if I could ever be the sort of girl who has a one night stand.

  “I couldn’t do that,” I tell Carly honestly. “I couldn’t ever go out to a bar and pick up some random dude. I don’t know how to even talk to guys when I’m not in a role.”

  “So, pretend y
ou are someone else,” Carly declares as if it’s obvious. “That could work, couldn’t it? Method acting and all that. You need to be the character to play the character.”

  I shudder, knowing that there would still be a point where it’s me. When I take my clothes off and I strip for him it’ll be me and that’s when I’ll freak. It might be a good idea but it wouldn’t work out that way in reality. I shake my head and turn back to look at my friend.

  “I don’t think I can. I just don’t think I can do it. It freaks me out to even think of.”

  Carly grabs out her make up brushes and she dusts my cheeks, probably to look like she’s doing something more than anything else and she thinks. I can tell because her eyebrows are knotted close together as the cogs of her brain spin wildly round and round. I stay silent to let the answer come.

  “There are other ways you can do this, you know?” she says quietly. “More professional ways.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I give her a look. “Professional, how?”

  “Like escorts, you know? You could hire someone to teach you more about passion.”

  I’m horrified by her suggestion, it makes me feel ill. Is she serious? “You’re talking about paying for it?” I hiss at her. “Like pay for sex? Are you insane? That’s absolutely crazy.”

  Carly laughs at me and shakes her head like I’m a prude. “It really isn’t that big a deal, you do realize that? People do it all the time. I think it’s perfect for you to help you with this.”

  “All the time?” I gush while clutching my throat in shock. “No, they don’t. You’re making it up. And even if they do, people like me don’t do things like that! I couldn’t ever…”

  “So, what other solution do you have?” Carly asks with an innocent tone of voice, almost as if she doesn’t realize that she’s getting under my skin. She does though, she has to. “What’s your plan?”

  I part my lips, ready to give her back a snappy retort but nothing comes out of my mouth. I don’t have any other answer, she’s got me with that one. I don’t want to be the sort of girl who has to pay money out for anything sexual, but I also don’t want to lose my job either. I love this movie, I want to be a part of it and I also don’t want this to be an issue in the future. This might well be something that I have to nail right now if acting is a path that I want to continue down.

  “I’ll think about it,” I answer Carly in a prissy tone of voice. “Maybe I’ll see if I can pick things up this afternoon. If I can get over this hump then I won’t have to worry, will I?”

  “I’ll find some reputable companies for you, just in case,” my friend replies knowingly. “Hopefully it won’t come down to it, but if it does the offer is there. I really think it might be a good idea though, it isn’t anything as seedy as I’m sure you have in your mind. It’s just business.”

  Thinking about sex and business in the same sentence doesn’t sit well with me, it makes me shift uncomfortably in my chair, but then I think of Lee’s anger and Buzz’s disappointment and I know that I can’t keep facing that over and over again. Much as the idea scares the living hell out of me, I might have to attempt it, just to see where it leads. I certainly don’t think that I can come out of it any worse off than I already am.

  “Okay, thank you, Carly,” I tell her softly. “I appreciate you always being there for me, it means a lot.”

  Chapter Two – Owen

  Oh, my goodness, wasn’t that class boring?” Delia says to me while fluttering her eyelashes. “I don’t know what it is about Mr. Belmont but he always makes business studies so dull.”

  She’s flirting with me, I can smell it a mile off, which makes me feel very awkward. Maybe I’m lucky really, she is beautiful and one of the most desired girl on the college campus, I seem to be the only guy that she actively goes after, but I think that might be because I’m the one she cannot have. I’m the only person who’s never shown her a scrap of interest and she never gets the hint.

  I suppose she’s beautiful with her cropped back hair and her short skirts, she has the body of a supermodel but the personality of someone who knows she’s too good for everyone here. I might like the tattoos that run all over her body, but not enough to give up everything for a date.

  I can’t go anywhere near a girl like Delia, or any of the others, because I have a secret life I don’t want any of them to ever know about. I’ll do whatever I can to keep it inside.

  I didn’t intend to end up this way, this wasn’t ever in the plan when I first started attending college. I had it all back then, brains, good looks, a glittering career in business ahead of me, and most of all money. I thought my father was doing well, I assumed he had it made. He certainly flashed the cash as if he didn’t have a care in the world, including paying for my education.

  Unfortunately, it was all a façade, and one that came crashing down in between my second and third year of college. My family lost everything from the fancy cars to the nice houses. We went from the top to the bottom in a heart beat. It was a horrifying, hopeless situation.

  Fortunately for me, the only silver lining to that cloud was that my fees had already been covered. I didn’t want to lose my education too, not when I was so close to the end, so since then I’ve done everything I can to keep myself afloat. I’ve tended bar in between classes, waited tables, but none of them pay anywhere near as much as escorting which I can do in the evening time, hiding suspicion, and keep myself in finery too. It isn’t ever where I thought my life would go, but I don’t mind it now.

  When I first got approached by the escorting agency as I worked a bar shift, I instantly said no. I thought it would be seedy and disgusting, having sex with strange women all the time, but eventually I allowed myself to be tempted enough to try and it isn’t anything like that at all. Mostly it’s business women who want dates to events but don’t have the time to find someone, or housewives that need a bit of action. Sex doesn’t always come into it, but when it does I’m allowed to be comfortable first. I don’t have to ever have sex with someone I don’t want to, I just forgo the fee which makes it easier.

  Then it’s just a case of making sure she has a good time which I don’t mind anyway.

  But that’s the reason why I cannot date any of the girls here. They are all so prissy, so protected by their dad’s money. They wouldn’t ever have to do what I have to, to survive.

  “You should drop out if you don’t like it, Delia,” I rely coldly. “I’m sure Mr. Belmont is just doing his best with what he’s got. It isn’t tailored just to you.”

  She pouts for a second, sticking out her bottom lip like a child. I brace myself, expecting her to yell and scream at me, she’s one for making a scene, but somehow that doesn’t happen. She forces her lips to curl up into a smile and she giggles like a school girl.

  “Oh, Owen, you’re so funny!” she exclaims. “Honestly, me and you should go out sometime.”

  Luckily before I need to make another excuse, someone grabs onto Delia’s hand and pulls her away from me, making me breathe out a sigh of relief. That conversation was awkward enough but to make it worse my work cell phone was buzzing in my pocket the entire time. That means I might have work tonight. I move away quickly, I grab it out my pocket and I find a private space to answer. I cannot let anyone overhear because the gossip will spread like wildfire. I only have a few more months of college to get through and I want to do it with my reputation intact.

  “Hello, Emma,” I say to the girl who hooks me up with appointments. “How’s it going?”

  “You free tonight?” Most of the staff are super professional with what they do, but Emma is always chewing and popping gum on the phone, generally acting like she’s chatting with her friends. “I have a very interesting appointment for you tonight… if you’re up for it.”

  That doesn’t make me want to instantly commit to the job, I have to admit. With Emma, interesting can mean a number of different things. It can geuninly be something quite cool or it can be w
eird… there have been times when I’ve had to bow out of good money jobs because they’re just too strange for words. I can’t tell by the tone of her voice which one it is.

  “What do you mean, interesting?” I ask her cautiously. “Bad or good?”

  “I don’t know really.” Chew, chew, pop. “Depends how you look at it. It’s some chick who’s an actress but wants to get better at acting out sex scenes.” The tight knot in my chest loosens. That doesn’t sound too bad. “I couldn’t think of anyone better than you for that.”

  I sigh loudly, considering what that will mean for me. I guess it’ll just be showing her how to have some real passionate sex, maybe that isn’t something that she’s ever experienced before. I suppose that isn’t too taxing, it’s something I can do if I’m up for it.

  “The pay good?” I ask, getting down to the business. That’s what all of this is about after all. I don’t do it for the fun of it, even when it is fun, which it can be. “Is it worth it?”

  “Oh yeah, the pay is good. This is an actress, she’s willing to pay what you’re worth.”

  “Fine.” I can’t turn that down, I do need a cash injection at the moment. “Send me the deets.”

  I hang up the phone to Emma and wait for the details to come through. I get the time, the address of a local motel, and the vague information about the girl. Aside from the acting thing, it seems pretty straightforward. All I need to do now is get myself showered and dressed for the night. Luckily since we’re meeting directly at a hotel there isn’t any need to crack out my suit and tie. When I have to go to events that’s what I need to do, make myself look like a freaking posh penguin.

  I take the stairs up to my dorm room two at a time, until I burst through the door and into my room where my roommate, Tyler, perches on the edge of the bed. Hearing me come in his eyes snap up to look at me instantly and he gives me a curious look.