The Movie Star's Sextape

by Brandy Blake

  “You’re laughing? What’s so funny?” he asked in total confusion. “Are you drunk?”

  She laughed even more and shook her head. “No baby, I’m not drunk. I’m just making this easier for you!”

  “What? What are you talking about?” he demanded in frustration.

  Yvette moved closer to him and touched his face, trailing her finger down his cheek to his chest as she grinned at him.

  “I set this all up! It was a plant. The photographers… all of it. See, that’s going in the news right now… and that little girl that thinks she is your girlfriend is going to see it and walk away from you. You won’t have any more distractions in the studio… you’ll have me, and we can do whatever we want to.”

  She slid her hand down the inside of his thigh to his crotch. “We can make this as real as you want, baby. Take me… you know you want me, Tristan… so take me now, here in this car, while she’s crying in Paris, just… do what you want. Right now…” She rubbed her hand over his crotch and he pushed her away sharply.

  “You and I are not doing this movie in real life, Yvette. We are co-stars. Co-workers. We are not lovers in real life. We are only acting in front of a camera, and that’s it. Nothing more. I can’t believe you went this far. You’re going to ruin me!

  “Now get your damn clothes back on and leave me the hell alone. I’ll figure out how to make the scene work, but I don’t need your help anymore at all. Just stay the hell away from me when we aren’t in front of the camera.”

  She laughed again and touched her finger to his cheek once more. “I can’t baby… remember, Ethan wants us to practice, and I’m going to need you to practice with me to make it feel real for both of us. You can’t stop doing that or you’re going to lose the role. You don’t want that, do you?”

  He sighed and looked away from her out of the window of the car as it cruised along the streets. “No,” he said flatly.

  “Then we’re going to be going out on dates, we’re going to be kissing, and you had better find a way to make it look like I’m the only woman you want, one way or another, and if you want to practice that, I am all yours, baby.”

  She cupped her breasts in her hands and gave them a soft squeeze before she pulled her dress back up and retied it at the back of her neck, smiling all the while.

  Tristan stared out of the window and shook his head, wondering how in the world he was going to fix what had just happened, and if he should even try to fix it at all. Valerie might have a strong hold of his heart, but he had made a promise to her that they were just friends, and he had no idea how to let go of what he felt for her. The closer the limo got to the studio, he began to wonder if Yvette might not be right, and perhaps letting her have the brief affair with him that she wanted might be the only way that he would get over his feelings and desire for Valerie.

  The Final Chapter

  Valerie was passed out in a deep sleep when her phone began to ring loudly and incessantly. She groaned and hoped that the caller would leave her alone and give up. She cursed herself silently for not remembering to shut the phone off when she went to bed.

  The caller called back three times, and the fourth time she growled darkly as she pushed herself out of bed and stumbled across her hotel room to the table where the phone was laying and charging. She grabbed it and answered it without even looking to see who it was.

  The room was still dark and she had only opened her eyes enough to see where she was going.

  “What?!” she demanded in a grouchy voice as she stood beside the table with the phone to her ear, her eyes closed. “Do you know that it’s the middle of the night?” she snapped.

  “Well, it’s not the middle of the night here, and it’s an emergency, so wake up,” Lisa said coolly.

  Valerie groaned. “Hey…” she said quietly when she realized that she was speaking to her best friend. “What’s going on?” She sank into one of the deep cushioned chairs beside the table.

  “Have you seen the news? Social media? Anything like that?” Lisa asked with a hollow sounding voice.

  “No. I haven’t seen anything because my eyes were closed and I was sleeping because it’s the middle of the night. What’s so important that you called to tell me about it?”

  Valerie rubbed her eyes and opened them slowly and unwillingly.

  “I’m not going to say it. I can’t say it. You need to see it. Do you have your laptop?” Lisa asked.

  “Yes, of course I have my laptop,” Valerie answered.

  “Well, go turn it on and pull up the Los Angeles news. Now. Go. I’ll wait,” Lisa insisted.

  Valerie groaned again and sighed as she pushed herself up off the chair she was on and made her way slowly to the desk. She flipped on the lamp and closed her eyes against the light until her pupils adjusted and she sat down to turn her computer on.

  Slowly the screen came to life and she entered her login information and waited while her programs booted. Finally, she was able to get onto the Internet.

  “Okay. What am I looking for?”

  “Type Tristan’s name in,” Lisa said coldly.

  Valerie frowned. “Fine. I’m typing Tristan’s…” she trailed off and her sleepy eyes opened wide as images of Tristan and Yvette in the back seat of a limousine in front of a dance club appeared on the screen. Her jaw dropped and she gasped and cried out.

  “Okay… well, it sounds like you just found what I’m talking about. That’s why I called you and woke you up. That’s what you needed to see. I know you are in love with him, but you have to see what he’s doing while you’re gone. That just happened. That’s real.” Lisa sounded completely disgusted.

  Valerie felt as if her heart had been ripped right out of her chest. The man she loved was screwing his co-star in the back of a limo and it was caught on film for the whole world to see. She was devastated. It was as if a blast of arctic air had exploded through a crater sized hole where her heart used to be.

  Hot tears blinded her and spilled over her thick eyelashes and down her cheeks.

  “I can’t…” she whispered, turning away from the images on the screen as she closed the laptop. “I just… can’t!” she began to sob as reality set in.

  Yvette had been right. He had been after her, too, and he had gotten her, just like she had said he would, and they were having an affair, just like she told Valerie that co-stars did. It was all happening just as the woman had said it would. She had told Valerie, honestly, truthfully, and Valerie hadn’t really heard her or believed it, but there it was, right on the screen she had been looking at. Tristan had been kissing her, holding on to her breasts, and she was perched right on his lap, screwing him right there in the backseat of a limo with the whole world watching through the door.

  “Val? Valerie? Are you there? Are you listening to me?” Lisa asked loudly.

  “No… no, I’m not listening. I’m crying. I can’t take this. I have to go!” she wept.

  Lisa’s voice grew stronger. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re going to stay with me on the phone until you stop crying. Do you hear me?”

  Valerie agreed. “I can’t believe this is happening!” she sobbed, going back to the bed and sinking her head down into a down pillow.

  Lisa’s voice was clear. “Honey, you never told him that you loved him. You two never committed to each other. You weren’t really a couple. I know it hurts like hell, but you were both single. This is nothing that you or either one of them really did wrong. He chose her. You have to accept that and move on. Are you listening to me?”

  “I’m listening.” Valerie sobbed.

  “You are in Paris. I’m actually pretty glad about that right now. I don’t think that there’s a better place that you could probably be in the whole world. Are you listening to me? You’re in the city of love. The best way for you to get over him is to get under someone else. You have your cry, and then you drink a glass of good French wine and you put on your sexiest dress and you go out there and find some guy and have a one-n
ight stand.

  “Listen to me. You have to get over Tristan. He’s not yours. He’s not waiting for you. I was worried that this would happen. I had a feeling he might break your heart. You just fell for him. This is all still new. It’s not going to be that hard to get over him. You go out, you find another guy, you get laid, you’ll be fine. You come home and we’ll sit down and eat ice cream together, alright?” Lisa’s tone was firm and insistent.

  “I hear you. I can’t promise you anything right now, but I hear you,” Valerie answered her when she was finally able to breathe somewhat.

  Lisa sighed. “I’m so sorry, honey. I liked him. I wish that it had worked out, but it didn’t, and this is what you’re stuck with, so fix it, and remember this. You are in Paris doing what you have always dreamed of doing. You’re modeling in Paris. You’re living a real life dream. So enjoy it. Go do it, and we’ll deal with this when you come home, okay? Don’t you give up on yourself, or on me. Your grandma and I are sitting right here waiting for you to come home. Okay?” Lisa pressed further.

  Valerie opened her eyes and stared straight ahead. “How is grandma?”

  “She’s good. She’s doing really good. She’s getting through the latest round of chemo like a champ. She’s sick, but she’s got it all figured out now. I’m taking good care of her. You just do your job while you’re there, and don’t you worry about what’s going on here. You know the truth, and that’s the most important thing. Now you focus on work, you have some fun in the city of lights and love, you get laid by some guy you’re never going to see again, and you come back home. Got it?” Lisa insisted.

  “Yeah. I got it. Thanks for calling me and letting me know,” Valerie whispered in a strained voice.

  “I love you,” Lisa said with more heartfelt kindness.

  “I love you, too,” Valerie answered, and ended the call.

  She sobbed into her pillow until she cried herself to sleep. When she woke up her eyes were swollen and she had to turn her attention to getting rid of the puffiness before her next photo shoot. She told herself over and over again that she was living her dream and that she was not going to miss any of the fun in Paris just because Tristan was out screwing his co-star. She refused to cry another single tear over him.

  She worked hard that day, focusing everything that she had in her on what she was doing with each moment that passed. When her workday was over, she picked up her cell phone and saw that Tristan had called her several times and sent almost thirty texts. She ignored them.

  She didn’t want to hear from him or talk to him. She realized as she worked around Paris and the days and nights passed, that he had gotten exactly what he needed from her, and she from him. They had furthered their careers, and there was nothing else between them. She had been foolish and fallen in love with him. She was just going to have to fall out of love with him. She hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t take too long. As much as she wished that she could just find a guy and spend the night with him as Lisa had advised, she just couldn’t make herself sleep with someone she didn’t know and care about.

  Valerie had the best time that she could in Paris, loving the city and the people, the food, the culture, the history and art, the iconic places, and the sweet music, but there was a heavy millstone in her heart the whole time, and it would not be thrown away no matter what she did to ignore it.

  She flew back home and on her first night of her return, she went to her grandmother’s, staying overnight with her and taking care of her. She brought gifts for her and told her all about her trip, and she was thankful that she was talking with someone who knew nothing at all about Tristan, her involvement with him, or her feelings for him. It was a Tristan-free zone, and that was exactly what she needed.

  On her second day back home, she went to her own place and unpacked, showered, and cleaned. She was careful not to look at any of the news or social media, because it seemed that all of Los Angeles was still abuzz about the torrid affair between Yvette and Tristan, and everyone was wondering what had happened between him and Valerie.

  She was in her kitchen making fruit salad and wearing a bright pretty button down sundress when she heard a solid knock at her front door. Valerie hadn’t invited anyone over, and Lisa had a key and always told Valerie when she was coming over to visit. Wondering who was dropping by unannounced, she sighed in annoyance and wiped her hands on a small towel.

  She walked to the door and looked out of the peephole and set her forehead against the door in weariness. With a sigh, she picked her head up and opened the door. She didn’t even bother to try to fake a polite smile for Ricardo. She just looked at him.

  “Hello, Ricardo. What can I do for you?” she asked evenly.

  He held out a bouquet of red roses and she shook her head. “I can’t take those, Ricardo,” she told him seriously. She was not going to encourage him at all.

  “Yes, my angel, you can take them! I know that you were seeing that actor who kept coming over here, but you went out of town, and he is now having an affair with another woman! You are free, my darling! Now I can be with you. Now I can treat you like the queen that you are; the way that you deserve to be treated!”

  Valerie shook her head. “No, Ricardo, I’m really not interested in-”

  He held up his hand to stop her. “I’m so sorry to interrupt you, but you must let me at least take you to dinner. Maybe you are saddened and hurt by this fool who was lucky enough to be with you. Please… let me do just this one thing for you. Come with me. I’ll take you out for a beautiful evening. We’ll enjoy each other’s company, and you will be happy again! You’ll see! Come with me… please.” He gazed at her imploringly.

  With a sigh, she thought of Lisa’s advice about getting underneath a new man to get over the other man. She was resigned to at least trying.

  “Alright, Ricardo. Fine. We’ll go have dinner. What time?”

  He looked as if she had just handed him the Hope diamond. “At six! We’ll have dinner at six. I’ll make this one of the best nights of your life! I promise! Thank you!” he called out as he grinned and waved and rushed back to his own house.

  She closed the door and shook her head, wondering what it was that she had just gotten herself into. The only thing she knew for certain with him was that no matter what happened, if she wanted to get out of it, it was going to be easy and her heart wasn’t going to get caught up in it.

  She went about the rest of her day, and later that evening she dressed for her date, using considerably less care and attention than she had used for her dates with Tristan, though she did give herself a nod of approval in front of the mirror before she walked out of the door to join Ricardo for dinner.

  He drove them downtown, talking most of the way and filling the silence that came from her side of the car. She had very little to say and she had surprised herself by even going on the date in the first place. She wasn’t really paying much attention to where he was going, and she was out of the car and had walked several steps before she looked up and saw that Ricardo had taken her to the same Italian restaurant where Tristan had gone with her for their first date.

  She almost turned around on the spot, but Ricardo saw it and reached for her arm.

  “No! Wait! This is a good place. Everyone comes here now. It’s very popular.”

  Valerie wondered if he knew that it was popular because she and Tristan had gone there, and after that date that night, it seemed as if everyone in Los Angeles wanted to go there. She sighed. It occurred to her that if she walked into the restaurant with Ricardo, she would be seated at a different table than she had sat at with Tristan, and she would be able to make a new memory in the place, which would help her to get over Tristan.

  She might not think of him every time she went past the restaurant, and she might instead remember her night there with Ricardo, no matter how it turned out.

  With a sigh of resignation, she gave him a nod. “Alright. Let’s go in.”

  He took her arm in his and
walked proudly with her into the restaurant. The staff recognized her immediately and rushed to get her one of the best tables in the house, even though it was booked solid for the night.

  Moments after they went in, they were seated. Ricardo told her that they had been seated so well and so swiftly because he tipped the waiter generously, and she let him believe it. He seemed to know very little about her and Tristan, outside of the fact that Tristan had come around the house, and that he was an actor. She liked that, and she didn’t correct him or tell him any details.

  She let him sit there and talk about himself all the way through dinner, relieved in a way that she didn’t have to come up with much conversation, because she didn’t feel like talking. She drank wine and nibbled at her food, and sat quietly unless he asked her a question.

  Just as they were finishing their meal, she told Ricardo that she would be back. She needed to use the ladies’ room. She stood up from the table and straightened her dress, and then turned to walk toward the hall at the far end of the restaurant.