It was mesmerizing to watch her in the scene; she was very talented. This movie was going to be her big break. I just knew it. God, I hoped she wasn’t a bitch.
“Luc, you’re here? But how?” She raced into Joel’s arms, and he held her close. They were intertwined for a few minutes before moving to the bed so he could hold her while she talked to him about her day, and then fell asleep.
All-too-familiar feelings churned in my stomach when he held her and was so soft to her. It was so natural to him. And I kinda sort of—but would never say out loud—may be feeling a tinge of jealousy. Which was dumb, because I really didn’t want to have him that way.
God, did I?
Was he already working his way under my skin? I’d acknowledged the attraction, but was there a little more to this now? He was nice, and caring, funny, quick-witted, and wasn’t too bad to be around.
I liked Joel Kline.
Heaven help me.
His fame was still an issue for me. That, and it was hard to know that it wasn’t all an act. Alex, my ex, played me once with his acting skills. I didn’t wanna be screwed over by another. Thoughts of my ex hardened me slightly. I would not go through that again. As much as I was warming up to Joel, and even admitted I liked him, I wouldn’t go further. Thankfully, no one else besides Tommy, Jenson’s friend, had gotten a picture of Joel on the beach while he ate with us. I looked, but only saw some of him walking on the beach afterwards.
I turned off my laptop after that. There were other pictures of him and women that I didn’t care to see. One was only a short time after we met at the bar, holding a petite blonde woman in his arms on the beach.
I was feeling so confused. When the final shot was taken for the day, I packed up my stuff and hauled ass. I didn’t feel like facing Joel while I was dealing with all of these feelings.
Jenson was doing homework when I got home, and I quickly jumped into the kitchen and whipped us up some homemade hamburger helper.
“How’d filming go today?” Jenson asked, hanging out at the table while I cooked. He had been interested in my job more, now that he knew who I was working with. Putting makeup on people wasn’t that cool, in his eyes. But he enjoyed it when I did body paint at festivals, and more creative makeup on sets.
“Pretty good. How was school?” He told me about how he did really well at basketball today, and then started to stuff his face as soon as I set the bowl of food in front of him. He was always eating, and where he put it, I couldn’t say. He wasn’t super skinny, but he had a high metabolism like his dad. Me? Everything I ate went to my ass or my thighs. I ran at the little gym in my apartment complex when I could, but with filming taking up most of my time, the only exercise I got most days was running back and forth between the trailer and the set. Standing all day helped a little, but I had learned to be proud of my body over the years. I gained forty pounds with my little guy. He was a big baby. So I have stretch marks. Granted, they were the light-colored ones, but they were still there. I also had a C-section scar on my lower abdomen from when he was a stubborn ass and didn’t wanna evacuate the womb. We waited, but in the end, he had to come out.
So I embraced that little pooch that would never be flat on my tummy, and even though I had to replace pants every year because my thighs would wear a hole where they rubbed together, I was happy with myself.
As soon as Jenson was done, he excused himself to go hang out in his room. I heard him turn on his video game and start chatting with his friends.
I sat at the table alone, and thought about what I was going to do now. My kid had reached a point where he didn’t wanna hang out with me all the time. Which was nice, but I missed the time when he was my buddy and I was his. My phone dinged and I checked the message that popped up.
Which should I do? Dessert for dinner or cheese fries?-Period Buddy
“Oh my God,he didn’t!” I groaned.
When did you get the chance to change your name on my phone?-Future Wife
“That bastard!” He put my signature as “Future Wife.” Something was seriously wrong with him, like all of his marbles were just gone. I went into my settings and changed that immediately.
Aw, that’s so sweet. You’re finally realizing your role in all of this.-Joel.
I was about to text him back when Classic by MKTO started playing on my phone as a ringtone. It was the man himself, and I really shouldn’t be surprised to see he changed the ringtone as well. Apparently he was a ninja at changing shit on my phone. Denied. I was not about to answer that.
Oh, that’s cold. Only two rings!-Joel
Interesting choice of song.-Alessandra
It’s my theme song for you. -Joel
Theme song? What the hell was that?
Theme song?-Alessandra
Theme Song= A song that would describe you/your feelings at the moment. -Joel
Classic was his theme song for me right now?
Those flutters in my stomach from earlier came back. I wasn’t sure what to think about this one, because it was actually pretty damn swoon-worthy. How did he come up with something like that?
It’s something my friend Killian and I used to do back in the day. Never stopped speaking in theme songs. What’s yours right now?-Joel
Hm, if any song could describe me right now, what would it be? I thought about messing with him, but it felt like we were having a moment that was real. Not just playing around. Which made it harder. Honestly it took a few minutes for me to run through my mental playlists. I chewed on my lip as I typed out my text.
On My Mind, by Ellie Goulding -Alessandra
I went with honesty. I honestly wish I didn’t have him on my mind. But I did.
I was thinking. I enjoy going out but don’t always care to be hounded on by the paps. Take you up on that offer to help disguise me, then go out on a date? No expectations of sex. - Joel
Go on a date with Joel? I didn’t know if I could do that.
God, I felt confused. I wanted to give it a shot, but I really was scared it would fuck up my life in some way. Whether it hurt Jenson, my job, or my heart.
“Hey, kiddo?” I called out to Jenson. I wanted to talk to him about it; maybe having his input would make me feel better.
“Yeah, Mom?” He came out of his room and waited for me to ask whatever question he knew was coming.
“Come sit with me; I have something to talk to you about.”
He did, but looked nervous.
“What would you think if I went on a date with Joel?” I wasn’t sure if he would be all about it or if he would wish I didn’t. It could go either way.
“Joel Kline?”
“Yeah,kid, Joel Kline. He kinda asked me on a date. I’m not sure what to say. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.” One word from my kid, and I would never think twice about it again.
Chapter Eleven
Joel
Ok. -Alessandra
She said okay! To a date with me!
I jumped up from my bar stool and fisted the air like the kid in The Breakfast Club. Yes!
Now I just needed to come up with a date for us to go on. Something she would enjoy, where we could spend some time actually talking, get to know each other.
I racked my brain, and only had one idea in mind as I dug into my molten chocolate lava cake with ice cream that I picked up from a diner on the way home.
Alessandra seemed like the type of woman that would have fun in any situation, but my idea was going to be a winner for sure. It was the perfect first date. Time to talk, have fun, and let our worries go for a night. And when it was over, I would take her home. Hopefully score a hard-on creating kiss, with maybe a little squeeze of her ass, before I sent her on her way to bed, where she would then masturbate to thoughts of my kiss.
Oh, yeah. We would both get off thinking about that kiss before the night was over.
I tossed the plastic plate in the recycle bin, and sat on the couch with a smile on my face. Alessandra’s face while she touche
d herself was the best I had in my spank bank right now. I would watch her rub her clit all day. She loved to screw with me, so of course she would be all into it. Moaning. Writhing.
And now I was hard.
I grabbed my phone and decided to test something.
Can we upgrade from period buddies to masturbating buddies? I think it would be mutually beneficial. -Joel
She would either take me seriously, or roll those sexy blue eyes of hers and move on. Most likely the latter, but for a few seconds before my little notification ringer went off I was hopeful.
Sorry, that audition already closed. The role was given to my bunny. -Alessandra
I fucking knew it! She did get off and take care of business!
Some women were weirded out by their own vaginas. I mean, if you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself—know what you like—then how was the man you want to pleasure you supposed to know?
My hand went to my jeans and unbuttoned them, letting my dick spring free.
Was it wrong that I wanted to keep texting her, and let her fire get me there? Her attitude was the hottest thing to me. Never had that been the main attraction to a woman for me, until her. I wanted those claws on me, digging deep.
Instead of being a creep and one-sided sexting, I simply closed my mind and thought about her touching herself on the other end of my couch. She would be cruel enough to be so close to me, but of course would stop if I came any closer.
Her legs were spread wide, showing me her glistening cunt that was all wet from me. I would lick my lips in anticipation. Fuck, I bet she tasted fantastic. I wanted to dive at her core and drink her up. Those fingers would grip my hair, and I would grit my teeth from the intensity, but would carry on eating out my sweet girl’s sex.
Bing.
My eyes opened and looked at my phone. Maybe she changed her mind?
Stop jacking off thinking about me.-Alessandra
Busted.
But really, did she think I was going to stop now? Yeah, right!
Shhhh. Just let it happen.-Joel
Gross. -Alessandra
And her fake disinterest was making me smile, and getting me hotter. My balls started to tighten. My release was getting close.
Too late now to play the good guy. She was involved in this, whether she knew it or not.
That ass though.-Joel
I will not be a part of this.-Alessandra
Too late.-Joel
I take it back, I’m not going on a date with you if you are really touching your dick right now.-Alessandra
She didn’t mean it. God, I could see her face through this whole conversation. Her little eyebrow, raised with attitude. But then her eyes would get wide, seeing what I was doing. I wish I knew what she would do if she walked in on me right now. Would she join in, or find some way to torture me?
“Fuck!” Thinking about the things she would do made me peak. Cum shot out of my dick and flooded my hand. It was almost too much; I felt my vision go dark for a few seconds.
After cleaning up, I sent her a text and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was a long day, and then my date with my lovely lady would commence.
See you tomorrow. -Spent Joel
Night. -Spent Alessandra
I shook my head and turned off the lights.
The smile on my face never faded, even as I found sleep, where I met with my sexy Brazilian on a topless private beach. It was a fantastic dream.
The next day went by quickly, which was great for me. Alessandra did her job, and there was no flirting or talking about our new upgraded buddy system. Because let’s face it, she really did get off like I did.
We were just too busy. The movie was coming along, and although we shot the scenes out of order, I could tell it was going to be one hell of an epic movie once everything was put together and had some music added to it.
I told Alessandra I’d pick her up from her house around 6:30 p.m. so she could put on my beard, and she agreed. She was still going on a date with me, and I knew it was my chance to keep proving myself to her that I wasn’t this shithead actor that screwed everything in sight.
I was working harder than I ever had before to win a girl, a certifiable crazy girl, but she made it worth it. I was the Joker to her Harley Quinn. The romantic Suicide Squad version, not the comic book version. Those fuckers were horrible to each other.
As I drove back to the cottage to get my shit, I tried to come up with another movie couple analogy for us. Jack and Sally? No, too emo.
Leddy and Dom? Not bad-ass enough for that.
Edward and Bella? Definitely not.
I would figure it out eventually. Every couple had one. Maybe a food one. Mac to my cheese. But we were more than food. This was Hollywood, and a movie was what brought us together.
Chapter Twelve
Alessandra
He was going to be here any minute.
I looked around my house and hoped it looked okay to him. He said he lived in La Jolla, so I’m sure his kitchen was bigger than my whole apartment, but it was the best I could do. So if he wanted to date me, then he would see me as I was, including my small, two-bedroom, one-bath apartment.
Which was quiet, thanks to Jenson being over at his friend’s house.
When I told him that Joel wanted to go on a date with me, he literally all but tossed me at the actor, saying I better not mess this up for him. He walked back to his room with stars in his eyes, probably hoping we would get married, and Joel would be his new dad. I swear he already told all his friends that his mom was going on a date with THE Joel Kline. The infamous, the hero, a friend to all the children in the land.
What was I thinking?
A knock on my door gave me no chance to come up with a reason to back out of my decision. He was already here, and there was no stopping him once he was in my space.
I opened the door and let him in.
“Welcome to mi casa,” I said, arms spread wide.
Which he took as an invitation to hug me.
“Uhh.” I felt sort of weird. Like I was ambushed by his arms, and I hadn’t mentally prepared for it.
“You aren’t Spanish,” he commented as he pulled back and looked around.
“Bem-vindo à minha casa,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“It’s so sexy when you let the Brazilian out of you,” he purred and I felt the tingles in my stomach. Okay, kids, time to move this along.
“All right, let’s work on your awesome disguise so we can go to this mystery date you’ve planned.” I held out my hand for the little storage case he had in his.
I gestured for him to follow me into the bathroom and sit down. He knew the drill.
“Nice place,” he commented, but kept it short so I could put the adhesive on his chin and jaw. His jaw was really something. Very lick-worthy, if I let myself admit it.
“Thanks, it’s close to the beach, which is important to us. We don’t need a lot of space.” But then a thought came to my head, and I changed that last bit.
“Well, another bathroom would be nice. Sharing with a teenage boy has gotten interesting.” My poor eyes.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I caught him choking the chicken the other day. We were both mortified. I knew it was going to happen, but I didn’t want to see it. I scrubbed the whole bathroom because all I could mentally seee was jizz everywhere.” As I talked, I held out the fake beard and gently placed it in its proper positioning, patting gently to adhere it.
“Oh, the good old days. Shower time was my fun time. Used to piss my sisters off, how long I’d be in the bathroom doing my business.” He smiled, and I just shook my head.
“Boys are gross.” I started touching up around the edges of the beard to make it look authentic.
“Girls aren’t any better.” He shrugged and kept still for me.
“There. All done.” I took a step back, and looked him over. A beard suited him well. He could pull it off, for sure. Kind of made me want to sit on his face, but I
knew it wasn’t real. And I would definitely not be doing that.
He stood up and looked in the mirror, running his fingers through the fake hair.
“Much better. At least with this and my hat, people won’t realize it’s me, and we can enjoy ourselves more.” He looked at me, and I patted his back in support. We would see if people noticed him or not. The whole idea of a disguise was fun, in an undercover sort of way.
“I’m gonna go change real quick. Make yourself at home.” I ushered him out of the bathroom and towards the sofa. When I turned to walk into my bedroom to change, I felt his presence behind me. My head moved back to see what he was doing.
“You said make yourself at home. If this was my home, I’d be following you to the bedroom. I would be more comfortable in there.” I swear. This guy was something else.
“Sit.” I pointed towards the couch, and he mocked a dog bark. That’s right, who’s my bitch? Instead of going to the couch, he went over to look at the pictures of my family on the wall.
Quickly, I changed into a pair of shorts, a cute blouse, and some ankle boots. I retouched my makeup with the mirror over my dresser, and pinned half of my hair up to give it a slightly tussled look. One last spritz of body glitter spray, and I was good to go. Feeling like one hot mama, I strutted out into the living room, ready to get this date rolling.
“Am I allowed to touch you at all?” Joel’s voice was different than just before. Lower. Sexier. Can he touch me? I felt nervous about that. We’d been battling back and forth for two months now, and I didn’t know what would happen if he touched me. Honesty. I would be honest with him about where I was at when it came to him. It was the only way we could move forward to whatever was happening.
I walked over to him and looked at the pictures on the wall. My favorite picture was one of me right after I had Jenson. He was so tiny, and I loved him something fierce. My hair was a mess, and I was wearing a shirt that had a wet mark on my breast from leaking milk. But the look in my eyes and his, as he looked up at me with his little fingers stretched up to touch my face, still made my heart swell.
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