Four Reasons to Come: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  Dean grabbed my hand and stopped me. His firm touch reminded me that it was never a good idea to look at the tabloid stories.

  “I think you only have a few more minutes of your break left, and I certainly don’t want to spend them looking at tabloid stories on the internet. I’ve got a lot of other ideas for our time,” he said as he pulled my hand toward him and took my phone away.

  He placed my phone on the table behind us and then quickly jumped up and locked the door. His boyish smile reminded me of what had happened while we were at his theater, and I certainly didn’t want that to happen at my work.

  “I’ve only got fifteen minutes,” I said skeptically.

  “That’s all the time I need,” he whispered.

  Dean fell to his knees in front of me and looked me straight in the eyes, and his hands pressed my skirt up. I arched my back in agreement to his plan and lifted my hips so he could remove my lace panties.

  As he pulled me toward him and pressed my legs apart, I glanced at his eyes and the desire he had for me. It was inspiring to see how much he wanted me because it was similar to how badly I wanted him. I couldn’t remember feeling that equal in affection with a partner before. Typically, I either loved them much more or much less than they loved me, but the equality of emotion between Dean and I was just one of the things that made me feel comfortable with him.

  “Should I take a selfie now?” Dean joked as he pretended to take a photo with his head between my thighs.

  “I bet Instamatch would love it.” I laughed.

  “It might not help them with their new marketing approach.”

  “Nope, I don’t think it would. Might make them a little more popular with the men, though,” I teased as I pressed my thighs around his head.

  He quickly turned toward me and started to kiss my thighs.

  He grabbed my hips and held them firmly as his tongue played with me. I closed my eyes and let each lick move deep into my body. After an hour in the makeup chair, I was trying to finish the last couple scenes for my film but they had sent me to my dressing room while the camera’s were repositioned to hide my injury.

  The warmth of his breath drew the desire out of me and soon I felt myself moaning out in pleasure. I could have stayed right there with him for the rest of the day, if I didn’t have work to do. He continued playing with me, and soon I was thrusting my hips against him wanting more and more. I wanted to feel the explosion that he was trying to deliver to me. I needed to feel it; there wasn’t anything that was going to get in my way or keep me from feeling that delicious ending.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” I moaned so loud that I scared myself a little bit.

  “Shhh,” he teased as he looked up at me. “You don’t want everyone to hear you.”

  “I don’t care,” I announced defiantly. Although I did care, and I was going to do my best not to scream out anymore.

  .

  Dean continued, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the bliss. Harder and harder I thrust against his tongue until the final thrust delivered a shock of delight that shook through my thighs and middle. My whole body vibrated with pleasure as I grabbed his hair and held on while I rode out the ecstasy.

  “Shit, I’m going to have to bring you with me to the set more often,” I said softly as my body continued to quiver.

  “I could be your personal massager,” he teased.

  “Angelina, you’re needed on the set,” a voice hollered from just outside my door.

  “Wow, that was good timing.” I laughed. “Do you need to get to the theater or can you hang out for a little longer?”

  “I’ll stick around until four or so if you can stand me that long.”

  “Oh, I’d love to have you here. I feel stronger when you’re here. Probably because everyone loves you so much. You know, I think people actually like me more when you’re around.”

  “That’s funny because I think people like me more when you’re around,” Dean said and pulled me up from the couch.

  Together, we found my undergarments, and I got dressed to head back to the set. It was one of the best days I had had filming since the start of the process, and I did think it was because Dean was there. People loved him. People admired him and having him around was good for me. Although I liked having him around for lots of reasons, not just because he softened the blow between me and the rest of the cast.

  For the next three hours, I was in filming hell. We had to redo a scene over and over. First, the lighting was off, then the sound; when we finally had the technical issues worked out, the director didn’t like my emotion in the scene. When I finally had the emotion right, the director didn’t like my co-star’s emotion in the scene. It was exhausting.

  “Hey, did you see the story Entertainment Tonight is running on you two?” one of the productions assistants said as she sat down with Dean and I for a break.

  “I bet it’s horrible,” Dean laughed.

  “Yeah, it’s like they just make stuff up,” the girl said. “They said Dean hit you while you were on set and that your mother has filed a restraining order against him.”

  “Wow, this is getting crazy,” I said in total disbelieve.

  “It will die down. They will come up with some other crazy story to run with tomorrow,” Dean added.

  “Maybe we should just post a small statement?”

  “Hell, no. I’m not going to reward them with statements just because they are making up shit about our life. You can’t feed into their nonsense.”

  “I know, but people are used to hearing from me. Maybe if I just said you weren’t there with me that day. Or posted something about my sister?”

  “It’s your life. I’m not going to be bullied into posting a message. My agent wants to give a statement, and I still haven’t called her back. You can’t let those people control who you are or what your message is to the world.”

  I totally understood where Dean was coming from. I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be able not to care. It was just really hard for me.

  “Good news, we are calling it a day, and we won’t be able to finish the shoot this week. We will start back Monday with some new sound and lighting equipment,” Gene said as he walked over to our table.

  “Seriously? Done for the week?” I asked to clarify.

  “Yep, enjoy the city. Be back here Monday.”

  “Wow, I don’t think I’ve have four days off in years,” I muttered.

  “Yeah, this year of doing the Broadway show has been difficult for me to adjust. I was used to just doing a movie and then taking a break for a few months. So do you have plans for the next few days?”

  Dean looked at me with such desire that I was positive the production assistant was even blushing. I couldn’t tell exactly what it was he wanted to do for the next few days, but from the look in his eye, it seemed like it would involve more moaning and screaming.

  Chapter 13

  Dean

  “We should go get some food,” I said to Angelina when we woke up close to noon on Sunday morning.

  “That’s what room service is for.”

  “I’ve got to get to the theater soon. I’ve got two shows on Sundays.”

  “But I’m so tired still,” she said as her soft arms wrapped tightly around me.

  I could have stayed in that bed for the rest of my life. We had basically spent the last 72 hours in our own little heaven. Our phones mostly off, the television off and just the two of us talking and making love. We occasionally came up for air, food, and a brisk walk in the neighborhood.

  It was amazing how much more enjoyable New York was when you had someone to walk around with. I was really enjoying it a lot more than I had the entire previous year. I was finally starting to see why people loved New York so much.

  “I’ve got a problem,” Angelina said as her hand started to move slowly down my body.

  “Nope, we have no time for this. I have to get to the show. We have time for food. That’s it, just food.”r />
  “Oh, but I’ve got a problem that needs a solution,” she said in a sexy voice.

  Her hand wrapped around me, and I was instantly hard and totally uninterested in going out to eat. The way her fingers felt on my body was like a drug I couldn’t give up. Luckily, it didn’t look like I was going to have to give it up.

  “You are bad. What if I’m late?”

  “You won’t be,” she said as she kissed me and her hand started to stroke harder.

  I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto my lap while she guided my body into hers. We had been making love for three days straight, yet I still felt the same desire for her that I had our very first time.

  What was going on between Angelina and I was different than most of the relationships I had had my entire adult life. Maybe it was because I was in a spot where I felt ready for something more than a one-night thing. Perhaps it was the perfect combination of me feeling ready, Angelina feeling ready, and both of us taking a step back from the social media world and all those intrusions. Whatever it was, I liked it. I liked how I felt when I was with Angelina because I felt like the man I had always wanted to be.

  Even the guys in my investment group had commented on how full of life I seemed to be in recent days. They were exactly right; I was full of life and plans for the future. It was impossible not to make plans for the future with Angelina; I liked thinking about her in my life, and I liked thinking of what we could do together as we got to know each other more.

  “You’re going to be late,” she said as her hips rocked back and forth on top of me.

  “I don’t care.”

  “Maybe I’ll never let you leave this room,” she teased.

  “I still don’t care,” I said as I held onto her hips and thrust inside of her.

  “I’ll keep you as my personal play toy, hopping on you whenever I need a good orgasm.”

  “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.” I laughed.

  We were in our own little world when there was a loud banging on the hotel door. It scared both of us to death, and I wrapped myself up in one of the blankets and ran to the door.

  “Who is it?” Angelina asked.

  “It’s the police,” I replied as I shrugged my shoulders. There was absolutely no reason for the police to be coming to our room. Neither of us did drugs or other illegal things. Plus, we had been in our room for three days so, it wasn’t likely we had caused too much chaos in the world.

  “Are you sure they are really police?” Angelina asked as I was about to open the door.

  Her concern surprised me, but then again, I wasn’t really sure they were police. They had uniforms on but hadn’t identified themselves at all. I kept the door locked as I talked to them.

  “What do you need?” I asked through the door.

  “New York City police, we are here to do a well person check on Angelina Kent.”

  “She’s fine. We are both fine.”

  “We are going to need you to open the door, sir.”

  Angelina hurried and put on some clothes as I talked to the men through the door. I didn’t want to be a total ass, but I could understand Angelina’s concern in opening her door. We were both celebrities, and if someone wanted to do a lot of harm, they could do that pretty easily if we just let them into our room.

  “Can you show some identification please?”

  I watched the police officer through the peephole in the door, and I knew he really was a cop by the annoying look he gave when I asked for identification. But he pulled it out and held it up to the peephole so I could read it. I unlocked the door shortly after.

  “I’m fine guys, can you tell me what’s going on?” Angelina asked.

  “Miss Kent, can I talk with you in private,” the female officer asked.

  “Sir, why don’t you and I go over here and talk?” the other officer said to me.

  “What’s going on here?” I asked.

  It was concerning that they had shown up, but it was more concerning that they needed to separate us to talk to either of us. I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but my gut said that her mother was probably involved.

  “Sir, have there been any incidents of violence between the two of you?”

  “No,” I said although I wanted to laugh in the man’s face.

  “Sir, we have had a report of domestic violence. The caller reports you are holding Miss Kent hostage in her hotel room.”

  As I stood there naked and wrapped only in a sheet from the bed, I did my best to take the man’s questions seriously. But if he had glanced around the room he would have clearly seen that we were just a couple hanging out and making love in that hotel room. There was no sign of struggle, no items used to tie someone up. Plus, Angelina was clearly not harmed in any way at all.

  “She’s my girlfriend, and we are simply making love officer. I think someone in her family is just upset that she’s not returning their calls.”

  “Perhaps, but we need to follow protocol. My partner is talking to Miss Kent now and will get her version of what is going on here.”

  “Wow, okay, but it’s going to be the same as my version.”

  Then there was loud laughter from the bathroom. I heard Angelina literally having a hard time breathing, she was laughing so hard. I just looked at the officer and raised one eyebrow as we waited for the ladies to come out of the bathroom.

  “Yeah, I know, it’s pretty tough having her as a mother,” Angelina said to the officer when they opened the door and came back into the main room.

  “It appears everything is fine here,” the female officer said. “We are sorry for intruding. We hope you understand we just have to follow through on concerns like this.”

  “It’s alright. I’ll call my mother so she’s not sending in the marines next.” Angelina smiled and shook hands with the officers as they made their way to the door.

  “Sorry for the intrusion,” the male officer said and shook my hand.

  I could have been a total ass about it, but I did understand that they had jobs to do and checking up on Angelina was just part of it. It really sucked that her mother would do something like this, though, and I had no idea how I was going to deal with it. Angelina’s mom was a powerful woman, and I suspected if she really didn’t like me she would go to all possible lengths to make our relationship difficult.

  “Well, that got you out of bed.” I laughed. “Should we go eat?”

  “After your shows. I think I’m going to take some time and return some calls. Give everyone the fluffy feel good conversations they need to let me be for a little bit.”

  “Sounds good to me. Maybe I’ll even call my agent and check in. I know she’s left like a dozen phone calls.”

  “You know this is the longest I’ve gone without posting something to social media. People probably do think something is wrong.”

  “I appreciate you taking some time just to be here with me. This is hard to figure out, and I know we will find a balance that works for the both of us. Let’s talk about it some tonight while we get sushi, how’s that sound?”

  “Perfect,” she said as she kissed me goodbye.

  Her lip was healing up nicely, and the bruising around her mouth was almost totally gone. It had been a really eventful week, but something told me that this would be pretty typical for us if we decided to date. Not the chaos around her split lip, but the constantly being busy and trying to sneak time for ourselves. I really didn’t know how celebrity couples managed to stay together.

  I had started arriving through the tunnel under the theater, and it was perfect. Sometimes I even waited at the building across the street and watched the paparazzi before I slid inside and down to the basement walkway. It was rather hilarious to me that I was right there within their sights yet no one bothered to look across the street because they were too busy waiting for me to walk right up to them.

  “You doing alright?” Cat asked as I sat next to her in the makeup room.

  “Yeah, I’m going gr
eat, why?”

  “Your Twitter feed has been a little scary this week. Today I got worried.”

  “My what?” I asked in total shock.

  I had not been posting to Twitter at all. I had very specifically not been posting to any social media outlets because we were trying to figure out what was going on between the two of us. I slowly opened my Twitter app to see what the hell Cat was talking about.

  “It wasn’t me posting,” I said as I started to scroll through the feed.

  “Were you hacked?”

  “No, it’s got to be my agent. This shit is ridiculous.”

  “God, I’m so glad it wasn’t you posting. I was starting to think I really didn’t know you at all. Your agent is pretty crazy, though; does she think that’s how people really talk on Twitter?”

  “I have no idea.”

  I stopped talking and read through each of the posts that had been made to my page throughout the week. It was pretty cringeworthy material.

  D_Morrison: Nothing as cool as dating a girl like @AngelinaKent. I feel like a young man again. All the twenty-something love me.

  D_Morrison: We met using @InstaMatch and it was a total surprise. Seriously guys you have to check that app out. Girls like @AngelinaKent are on there!

  D_Morrison: In talks with @WarnerBros for a new mega-hit movie.

  D_Morrison: Maybe we should start our own reality television show @AngelinaKent?

  It was starting to make a lot more sense why her mother had sent the police over to check on Angelina. She had probably seen that last Twitter update and was worried I was trying to pull Angelina away from their reality show and into a new one. Add in the fact that Angelina wasn’t checking her phone or her messages, and it probably looked pretty bad.

  My hands shook as I dialed up Bella’s number. I didn’t bother to listen to her voicemail messages because frankly, they didn’t matter at all to me. What mattered was that Bella had taken it upon herself to put information out there about me as if she was me, and that wasn’t alright. If she had posted messages on her own Twitter about what she was setting up for me, then that would have been one thing, but she had purposely misled fans with tweets like they were from me. I didn’t deceive my fans; I was always honest with them, and that was one of the reasons they loved me still after so many years.