by M K Moore
“I’m ready. Are you?” he asks.
“Fuck yeah. No one tries to hurt my girl and gets away with it.”
“Same page, brother. Same page.”
When we get back to the seats, the girls are laughing together about some TV show, one we happen to produce. I’ll have to introduce them to the cast. They seem to love the show. The flight is short, and we are in L.A. in record time. It takes us about an hour to get to the penthouse. Getting my girl home and into my bed is my only thought right now. I shudder to think what would have happened to her if I hadn’t seen her assailant out of the corner of my eye. Luckily, I don’t have to think about that shit.
Chapter Eight
Cecilia
I have seen movies and TV shows about LA, but nothing compares to the real thing. It is amazing here. I have never seen so many glass buildings or high rises before. I also have never seen so much traffic in my life. While it was exciting to see all those things, I couldn't really appreciate it the way it needs to be. All I can think about is getting to the LA place. I may have put on a brave face when we were in Vegas mostly because I had a feeling that G would have killed the guys that tried to take me away from him had I showed him how upset I was, but now my nerves are fried and my emotions are hanging on by a thread.
All I want now is to be in his arms and have him tell me that everything is going to be okay. When we get to the penthouse or I should say the top of a fucking twenty story building that might as well be a five bedroom, three and a half bathroom, one story glass house with stainless steel appliances and beautiful mahogany wood floors.
After the four of us do the tour of the house we go our separate ways with a promise to meet up for dinner. I walk into his room and instantly fall in love with his huge California King bed. G walks up behind me, pushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck while wrapping his arms around my front. One of his hands is his right below my left breast, his thumb running along the edge of my bra, the other splayed flatly against my stomach. My hands are lightly resting on his forearms.
Fuck me! How the hell can I be so fucking horny after what just happened a few hours ago? All I can think about is having him fuck me hard from behind and show me who I belong to. I am so turned on and entranced with how sexy his muscular forearms look wrapped around me that I almost miss his next words.
“It’s been a long couple of hours, doll face. Let's get in the shower then you can nap until dinner.” I melt into his embrace and sigh.
“That sounds wonderful.” Two seconds of being in his arms and I already feel the stress of the day leaving me. He places a small kiss against my shoulder then lets me go. Before I can pout about being out of his arms, he grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom, and I gasp. I think that this is going to be my favorite part of the house for sure. There is a huge bathtub that could fit four people in it. There is a shower on the other side of the room with a sitting bench and glass doors. I look longingly at the bathtub as I start taking off my clothes. I can’t wait to have a bubble bath in it with candles and one of my favorite books.
“Come here, baby,” he says just as I take my bra off, so I am just standing there in my underwear. I look over to him.
“Is that water coming from the middle of the shower?” I ask in awe, walking over to him. I have seen them in movies, but I didn't know you could actually get one. “Wow, that is awesome!” I exclaim walking closer to him.
“Glad you like it.” He chuckles. “How about we try it out?” He grabs the back of his shirt by the collar with his left hand then pulls it over his head. Then makes quick work of his pants and boxer briefs. Since we took off our shoes at the front door, he is gloriously naked. I run my eyes over him slowly taking in the finer details that I somehow missed before. He has a small scar on his ribs and one by his hip.
“You just going to stand there looking at me baby or are you going to get in with me?”
“You can’t rush looking at art Gerard, it is to be appreciated,” I state walking the rest of the way to him. “You are supposed to look at every stroke of paint from every paint brush, every shade of color, textures, things that make that particular painting a masterpiece, and you Gerard Caswell are a fucking masterpiece,” I state running my finger over the scar on his hip. His semi-hard cock comes to full attention and his breathing gets heavier.
“You seem really passionate about art,” he says distractedly. I nod my head.
“I love art. I have always dreamed of traveling the world going to see the Mona Lisa, The Birth of Venus, The Scream, and the Sistine Chapel. Someday, I want to open my own gallery.” I say wistfully on a shrug, looking at his chest. I have never told anyone about that dream before. He grabs my chin with his thumb and index finger tilting my head back until I am looking at him.
“I’m going to take you all over the world, Cecilia and if you really want that gallery, we will get you it. If you want to go to college for a degree in art history then we will get you into the best school possible. I want you to have everything your heart could ever want.” My eyes fill with tears. No one has ever believed in me before and then out of nowhere, a man that I hardly know but love with all of my heart is offering me the world. There are so many things that I want to say to him. I want to tell him how he already means so much to me, but I can’t seem to find the words, so I lean up and kiss him. He groans and kisses me hard then rests his forehead against mine. “I love you, Cecilia. More than I thought I could ever love someone.” I wrap my arms around him.
“I love you too, G, so much it almost hurts.” He kisses me again then lets me go.
“I could spend all day holding you, but I want to wash away any trace of those punk ass bitches touching you.” I involuntarily shudder thinking about their hands on me.
“Yeah I want that too.”
After an amazing shower where G washed my hair and body, making me feel like a pampered princess all the while turning me into a tightly wound ball of need. His cock has been hard since before the shower, but he paid it no mind, seemingly content just taking care of me. He quickly washed himself before getting out of the shower. He walked over to grab a towel off the heated towel rack and wrapped it around himself before grabbing me mine. I lick my lips looking at the water sliding down his chest. He hands me mine as I step out of the shower. I quickly put it on while he turns off the shower. We walk into the bedroom and I go straight for the bed.
“We have about three hours before dinner, do we want to nap?” he asks, walking towards what I assume is the walk-in closet but is big enough to be the size of my old bedroom. I don't know how he can think about napping when all I can think about is him pounding into me.
“No,” I state. He turns around at my tone and raises his eyebrow at me. “I want you to fuck me hard and show me just who I belong to,” I demand as I drop my towel and put my hand on my hip. It's like something snaps inside him he is across the room and on me in four quick strides.
“You want me to fuck you CeCe?”
“Yes, hard and fast,” I whimper. He runs his hands down my sides then grabs my hands that were by my side and pulls them above my head, He holds them there in his left hand then runs the index finger of his right hand down my arm and over my chest with the lightest of touches. He tsks.
“I get to decide how I fuck you, doll face. Maybe it will be fast... or maybe I’ll make you come over and over until you are begging me to stop.” My breath comes out in short shallow puffs. Fucking hell, I love the naughty things that come out of his mouth. I thought I was turned on before but sweet baby Jesus. I could probably come from just his words. He gives me a devious grin then let’s go of my arms and picks me up by my hips and tosses me on the bed.
“Then let's get started.”
After our third round and more orgasms than I could count, I manage to get an hour nap before we go to dinner. I loved getting to know his brother and hearing all of the fun stories they have about each other. We talked about both sides of the business they
own and how it started up. I learned the G is older than Gray by fifteen months and that their parents are amazing loving people. I can’t wait to meet the people that raised such an amazing man.
We talked for hours and I loved every minute of it. It was amazing to see the difference between the two brothers while G is clean cut and built like a linebacker, with brown hair and green eyes. Were as Grayson is all black hair, icy blue eyes, tattoos running up his arms, he is built like a fucking tank and has at least two inches on G. I thought Gerard was big, but his brother is fucking huge. I wouldn't ever want to be on his bad side. It’s so sweet to see how gentle and sweet he is with Charlotte though. You wouldn't expect someone that looks like him to be so gentle. Charlotte is hilarious and doesn't seem like she takes shit from anyone. I can tell that we are going to be close and make plans to spend tomorrow getting to know each other better. It’s around ten thirty by the time we make it back to our room where we quickly change. He is in just a pair of low-cut pajama pants and I am in one of his shirts and my panties. Then we get into bed. He pulls me close, so my back is to his front. My head is on his bicep and his other arm is wrapped around me tight.
“Sleep good, doll face. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” I snuggle closer to him and sigh.
“Love you G.” I am exhausted from the day's events and my eyes are already drifting shut.
“I love you too,” he whispers and kisses the side of my head. My last thought before I fall asleep is how glad I am to be here in this place with the man I love.
Chapter Nine
Gerard
Waking up with her in my arms is not something I’ll ever take for granted. After getting out of bed, I stare at her, still sleeping for a few minutes before I head into the bathroom. While in there, I hear my alarm clock go off signaling that it’s 6:45. If I want to make it to work before ten, I have to leave by 7:15 just to go seventeen miles. The traffic is a nightmare, but it’s a necessary evil to get to work. Caswell Studios has been in my family since my great-grandfather, also named Gerard, started the studio in 1921.
After working at another studio as an errand boy, he gained enough capital and friends in the business to start his own. He was one of the first to utilize unions for non-writers and actors ensuring that even the lowliest workers, usually the errand boy or assistant, got fair wages. He understood that without these kinds of workers, films would never get made. Fast forward to two years ago, when my father retired, leaving everything to Gray and I. He and my mom, award winning actress Sylvia Renestra, moved to Star Island, though mom still makes movies. This job has been my life since I was old enough to go into work with dad. I was fascinated by the whole process, from buying a script to the red carpet. I went to college and majored in Film Studies and Business Management; Gray did the same thing. Now, we are running the company and making the hits.
I come out of the bathroom and find her sitting up in bed.
“What’s on the agenda today?” she asks, ridiculously bright-eyed for so early in the morning.
“I thought that I’d take you into work with me today. Show you the ropes,” I say.
“That sounds fun,” she says, jumping out of the bed and over to her shopping bags. She rifles around until she pulls out an outfit. She stops to kiss me before closing herself in the bathroom. I take my time selecting a suit and tie.
When she comes out of the bathroom, I am stunned by her beauty. She’s gorgeous and she’s all fucking mine. She’s wearing a black and white polka dotted sundress and a pair black flat leather shoes. Her hair is tied back with a white ribbon. Where in the hell did, she get something so sweet… so innocent. She then puts on a little white sweater and I lose my mind. I cross the room towards her and back her up to the wall.
“Hey G. What’s up,” she asks, and I grind my hard cock into her. “Oh, that,” she moans.
“I don’t have time to fuck you properly right now, but I am making you a promise. The second I do; I am destroying that pussy. You got it?”
“I got it,” she whispers, and I devour her lips. I sweep my tongue into her mouth and taste the mint of the toothpaste she just used.
“Good girl. You look beautiful, by the way,” I tell her, taking her hand. She grabs her purse and we head out to my car. The drive out to Hollywood takes entirely too long, but I manage to make it to the office by 9:15. I give her a quick tour, but both lots are being used for filming and they are closed sets. When we get to my office, my assistant is already in for the day.
“Good morning, Sir,” Ezra says. He has the uncanny ability to anticipate my every need.
“Morning, Ez. This is my girlfriend, Cecilia. She’ll be hanging out with me today.”
“Pleased to meet you, Cecilia,” he says, extending his hand for her to shake which she does.
“You too but call me CeCe. Ez was it?”
“Ezra but most people around here call me Ez.”
“Well, Ez. Nice to meet you.”
“Can I get you guys anything? Mr. Caswell, you have two back to back conference calls. The first one is with Titan Pictures about Let Me Stay. Principal photography has begun and there is a problem.”
“Of course, there is,” I say drily. There is always a problem when movies are being filmed.
“I’ll let you boys get to work. How do you take your coffee?” she asks.
“Black,” Ez and I say at the same time.
“Both of you?”
“Yes,” Ez says for us and she laughs.
“Okay. I saw a little cart downstairs. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she says coming over to kiss my cheek before she goes. I watch her go and then head into my office. Behind my desk, I go through the messages Ez hands me. Booting up my computer, I read the email regarding the call I am about to get on. It has the problem photos attached. Let Me Stay is being adapted from the book to the screen and we are getting principal shots in New York, where the book takes place, but we'll be filming it here on the lot.
“Ez,” I shout from my office. I left the door open and using the phone never occurs to me.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Who is the photographer for these? I assume you’ve seen them, right?”
“Yeah. It was Margo. She’s been there for over two weeks and has only sent in three photos. Staging is saying they can’t build sets based on them. I guess that’s the problem.” This kind of thing can hold up filming for months.
“Get her ass back here, send Kyle instead. Tell him he has four days. He’ll get it done.”
“No problem. Anything else before I connect the call?”
“No, thanks though, just the call.”
“Alright.” He leaves the office and a few minutes later the line buzzes. “Sir, I have Renaldo from staging on the line as well as Prudhomme from props.”
“Thank you, Ezra. Gentleman, what can I help you with this morning?”
After a lengthy twenty-minute call of nothing but grievances, I end the call telling them I switched out the photographer and assured them the prints would be in within the next few days. As soon as I hang up, I realize that CeCe isn’t back with the coffee yet. Going downstairs, I realize she isn’t in the lobby so back up to my office I go. I head straight for the security office. Luka Malone, my Chief Security Officer, is the only one in the room at this time.
“Luka, pull the feeds up from the lobby in the last twenty minutes or so,” I demand.
“What’s up, boss?” he asks, typing on the keyboard in front of him. The wall of TV’s behind the desk each shows a different camera.
She wouldn’t leave me, would she? I wonder as his computer screen flicks to life with the requested footage.
“There, that girl. Zoom in.”
“What the fuck? How did he get that in here?” Luka demands. “Who is she?”
“My girl.”
“Damn it,” Luka swears as he grabs his walkie-talkie and starts yelling at someone.
I watch the tape in stunned silence as a short, fat guy
holds a gun to my girl’s back and she walks out of the building with him. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this is Gino Galasso in the fucking flesh.
Who the fuck does he think he is? Coming into my business, taking my girl. I am going to hunt his ass down and kill him for touching what’s mine and that’s a fucking promise.
Chapter Ten
Cecilia
Well... today went to shit real fucking fast. I think to myself as I sit in the back of a town car with a gun pointed at me. Everything happened so fast back at G’s office. One minute, I was in line waiting for coffee and thinking about how fun it would be to have G take me on his big ass desk then next I felt something hard push against my back at the same time a thick New York accent told me if I didn’t act normal he would kill me. His voice was dead cold, and it sent shivers down my spine. I had no doubt he would do just what he said.
When we got out of the building, I was rudely shoved into a black town car. We have been driving for five hours and so far, all that I have gathered is that the greasy, balding fat man is the one and only Gino. The douche who tried to pay for me. He has been talking non fucking stop. To be honest, he doesn’t seem that scary. He’s more like a child that got his plaything taken away. He is starting to give me a headache. If not for the huge thug he brought with him, I would kick him in the balls and make a run for it in the LA traffic. If I need to worry about anyone it would be him, his eyes are cold and soulless. He would kill me the second I tried to escape, and he would take pleasure in doing so. I suppress a shudder. He is a scary mother fucker.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask.
“Well, my dear, since you decided to whore yourself out to one of the Caswell boys before your mother got you to me. I had Jaxon over there slit her throat from ear to ear,” he pauses like he is waiting for me to have a melodramatic break down because my mother is dead but if that's what he is looking for he isn’t going to get it from me. She sold me like I was a fucking prized pig. He raises his brow and continues talking. “Never mind that though in a way you made it so much better for me, The Caswell’s have more money than God and I am sure you are worth a pretty penny to them.” We pull into an empty warehouse and the car turns off. “Now be a good girl and go with Jaxon while I make a call,” he says with a nod of his head towards Jaxon. Devil eyes roughly grabs my arm and pulls me out of the car.
