Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(48)
After confessing everything, Scott escaped jail time. But after further investigation, Pops discovered that over the years, he’d scammed Brandon out of over five million dollars. Brandon didn’t give a shit about the money, but the trust he’d put into his longtime manager, who’d discovered him, ate a big hole in his heart. I told him to press charges. Embezzlement could result in a minimum of three years behind bars. But Brandon didn’t want to. He felt the colostomy bag and the fact that the scumbag would never work in this town again was a big enough price to pay. Though not totally on board with Brandon’s lenient decision, I told him he needed to move on and find a new manager. Through Blake Burns, he did. Someone who worked fervently and honestly for many of Conquest’s stars.
I almost thought Blake would recommend me. Except he had other, bigger plans in store for me. Soon after Brandon and I came back from our honeymoon, he invited me for lunch at the Conquest executive dining room. Without Brandon. At his wife Jennifer’s urging, he wanted to know if I had any ideas for a TV show starring me. I was after all a celebrity now.
My heart leapt into my throat. I did! During our honeymoon, an idea had popped into my head. I hadn’t even shared it with Brandon because I was still fleshing it out and I thought he might think it absurd. It was called Perfect 10.
“Tell me about it,” coaxed Blake over our cold poached salmon.
After taking a deep breath, the words spewed out. “It’s about this overweight career girl named Cindy who pines for her boss and pines to be a Size 6. Little does she know her gorgeous boss thinks she’s a perfect Size 10.”
“I f*cking love it!” exclaimed Blake.
My blood raced through my veins. “And there’s one other element. Her grandmother, a former top model whom she adores, is always telling her to lose weight and putting her on wacky diets. I envision her played by Bo Derek.”
“Fuck. I love it even more. Ms. Ten herself.”
There was one other major character—an overweight co-worker who had a crush on my heroine and was her best friend and confidant. I envisioned the part being played by Fat Albert, and if the show ever happened, I vowed to fight for him to co-star in it.
Five minutes later, I had a development deal. And six months later, I was on the air with my dream cast. The number one sitcom on all of television. My acting lessons had paid off. And all my dreams had come true.
I’m no longer a Size 8 nor will I likely ever be one again. Swallowing Brandon’s cum on a daily basis has not been slimming. However, it’s my cocktail of choice. Besides my husband loves me just the way I am. And he’s made me love myself with all my flaws. When it comes to my career, I’m my own person, but when it comes to the bedroom, I belong completely to him.
Wet kisses awaken me. I pry my eyes open and smile. It’s little Gucci, on my chest, wagging his tail, his big brown eyes in my face.
“Good morning, baby boy!” The pillow next to mine is vacant. “Where’s Daddy?”
On cue, a sultry voice filters into my ears.
My gorgeous husband…holding a tray with a silver-lidded domed platter and a vase of fragrant flowers. Gucci scampers off the bed as I sit up. A pair of glistening violet eyes meets mine.
“Happy Anniversary, baby!”
A big smile spreads across my face. I wish him the same. It’s hard to believe we’ve been married for a year. So much has happened in the last twelve months. And there are a lot more life-changing surprises in store.
Wearing sexy drawstring pajamas that hang low on his hips and bare-chested, he crawls onto the bed and sets down the tray.
“Breakfast in bed?” I purr, tracing his curved lips and admiring his pecs. I never get tired of looking at the sexy beast I married.
Placing the flowers on a nightstand, he smiles deviously. “You could say that.”
“What is it?”
With a tilt of his chin, he says, “Remove the lid.”
My heart beating fast with anticipation, I do as bid. Beneath the silver dome is a purple satin pouch.
“Breakfast? Should I assume there’s an egg inside?”
“Well, to be honest, that’s what I was going to get you for breakfast. But I ran into Blake’s grandma and she highly recommended I get this instead.”
Over the past year, Brandon and Blake have grown very close. And I’ve become dear friends with his wife Jennifer, who was largely responsible for my new career. They’ve invited us over to Blake’s parents’ house for Shabbat dinner several times, and I’ve had the pleasure to meet Grandma and her adorable husband Luigi. To my shock and delight, she’s the crazy octogenarian I met at the Pleasure Chest when I went there to pick up Brandon’s secretive purchases. She recognized me immediately, and wouldn’t you know it, the first thing out of her mouth, even before I got to light the Shabbat candles, was: “Bubala, so did you get the vibrator I recommended?” While Brandon burst into laughter, mortification raced through me. Needless to say, lighting the Shabbat candles with my shaking hands wasn’t easy. At least Brandon and I can both laugh about that night now, and we’ve grown accustomed to outspoken Grandma (who has her own talk show on Jennifer’s women’s erotica channel) and her outrageous sexy shmexy quips.
I meet my husband’s tantalizing gaze. “So what did she recommend?”