Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(46)

“I’m going to take you, Mrs. Taylor. I’m going to f*ck you so hard you’re going to scare the fish when you come.”

“Oh Brandon,” I moan, cupping his strong, stubble-lined jaw. My clit is lit up like a bundle of dynamite, ready to detonate. “Please!” I beg, quickly remembering my magic word.

On my next heated breath, his enormous erection thrusts inside me, consuming me inch by magnificent inch. The heat of his swelling cock is a shocking but delicious contrast to the ice cube. I’m shivering and melting at the same time.

“Oh, baby, you feel so f*cking good,” he groans as he drives into me, pressing the cold cube against my womb.

“Shut up and f*ck me,” I plead, on the brink of pain and pleasure.

“You’re going to get it.”

In one swift move, he does something unexpected. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m on top, his cock still deep inside me. My muscles clench around it like a fist.

“Fuck. That feels so good, my princess.”

I love when he calls me princess. And I love being on top. Somehow, it’s always deeper and more empowering, the orgasm so intense I see stars.

He begins to pound me ruthlessly, so hard the boat rocks. My ass lifts into the air with each forceful thrust. He grips my hips while I hold onto his shoulders as if he’s a life raft. I can feel the ice cube shrinking and cold water trickling down my inner thighs as he bangs into me. A tidal wave of an orgasm unfolds inside me. I’m ready to burst and scream.

“Oh Brandon, I can’t hold on,” I cry out. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet, baby. Stay with me. You can do it.”

Is he out of his f*cking mind? Yes, he is!

On the next powerful thrust, he pulsates inside me and then I hear another magic word. “Now. Come for me, Zoey. You’re all mine.”

I explode. He explodes. A cacophony of grunts and screams. It all happens at once. The ice cube all but vaporizes with the molten liquids we share. I collapse onto Brandon’s chest. Our chests rise and fall in harmony, slowing with each breath. So content, beautiful Brandon runs his hand through my damp hair and hums an unforgettable melody.

I cling to him like the song of love he is. Yes, that’s who he is. Unforgettable in every way. And that’s how he’ll stay.

My heart swells with pure joy. Mama’s words swirl around in my head. We never left you. A truth so powerful it almost hurts.

“Oh, Brandon, tell me you’ll never leave me!” Tears well in my eyes.

“Never, baby. You’ll always be mine.”

My heart is bursting at the seams with those I love. My Brandon. Mama and Papa. Pops, Auntie Jo, Jeffrey, and Chaz. And our little Gooch.

They will live in my heart forever. That’s what makes them unforgettable.





Zoey

One year later

My wedding changed my life. Not only did I become Mrs. Brandon Taylor, but I also became an instant celebrity. An overnight media star. The world’s newest “It Girl.” The newscasts of our wedding went through the roof and the photo of us kissing after we exchanged our vows was splashed all over the Internet and on the cover of every gossip magazine around the world. I have to say that some of the headlines weren’t flattering. Like More Beats Moore…Chubster Scores Kussler…and Chubby Lands Royal Hubby. But I didn’t really mind. And to my amusement, we were instantly dubbed Branzo. Hey, it could have been a lot worse. Like Branzoey, which to my ear sounded like some kind of Italian fish or pasta. Or that machine that re-surfaces the ice in the middle of a hockey game. Brandon agreed. In fact, he loved it. It reminded him of his idol, Marlon Brando.


For women around the world, I was more than a celebrity; I was their idol. An overweight Plain Jane who landed Prince Charming—People Magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive.” America’s newest “Sweethart” as the press playfully called me. Worshippers started fan pages on Facebook and tweeted me left and right. I personally responded to every email, Facebook message, and tweet. I wanted my fans to know that dreams could come true. I’d wished for Brandon to marry me on my twenty-fifth birthday and soon after he did.

So much happened after we got back from our whirlwind honeymoon. Pops sucked the shit out of Katrina. Holding hands, Brandon and I watched him in action behind a one-way mirror. Demanding a lawyer, she refused to answer his questions as he wore her down. Her big shot attorney attempted to come to the rescue—along with Mommy—just before Pops showed them the texts she’d sent to Scott. Katrina paled while her attorney cringed. Enid passed out.

Claiming innocence—it was just an accident, yeah right!—Katrina balked when her attorney told her she could be tried for second-degree murder and put away for twenty-five years. A deal was struck for a hit and run felony charge, putting her in a penitentiary for five years. Parole at three, if she behaved. Katrina sobbed. I almost felt sorry for her. But Brandon told me to spare my tears. The psycho bitch deserved what was coming to her.

Someone else should have been put behind bars too. Scott Turner, Brandon’s manager. Or should I say former manager. He survived Donatelli’s gunshot though he has to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of his life. My husband felt bad for him, but I felt he strongly deserved it. A fitting reminder. The * needed to see the shit he was.

While convalescing in the hospital, he confessed everything in an attempt to get off scot-free, no pun intended. He and Katrina were just f*ck buddies in every sense of the word and never intended to get married. It was all his idea to hook up Katrina with Brandon. He introduced them at the Chateau Marmont and threw out the idea of a stunt marriage to further both of their careers. Brandon thought Scott was out of his mind. What he didn’t know was that both his manager and Katrina were after his money. The plan was that right after they married, Katrina would divorce him and get half his fortune—five hundred million dollars, of which Scott would get thirty percent—one hundred fifty million dollars. They both desperately needed the money—Katrina to support her extravagant lifestyle now that both her parents were broke and Scott to pay off exorbitant gambling debts to the Mob. Katrina furthermore thought the stunt marriage would revive her sagging career. The ratings for her reality show, America’s It Girl, had plummeted and the series was about to be canceled. A live televised wedding to Brandon Taylor, People Magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive,” could definitely save it and make her a mega-star and the darling of the media. So marrying and divorcing Brandon could bring her both fame and fortune.