Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(151)

Brittney stares at me for a long, long time. Her eyes widen as if she's  realizing something for the first time. She uses her hand to wipe away  some tears before they can form.

"Listen, I know you did fucking porn back in Los Angeles, but guess  what? We're a company that sells porn, so it's fucking okay!" I exclaim  and she laughs for a second. Bingo. I'm on the right track.

"I know there was probably some other shit that you're not telling me,  but listen to me, okay?" I say, and Brittney nods as she looks at me.

I take a deep breath. Fuck. Sure, I've told her I love her. But I've never put it in this way before like I'm about to do.

"I really don't care what the fuck you did, are doing, or will do, as  long as you let me be around you," I tell her and she gasps.

"I know I sound like a fucking pussy for saying that and don't worry,  you won't fucking walk all over me or something, but Brit, whatever it  is, I'm always next to you because I fucking love you," I finish.

Another fucking long pregnant pause.

She takes a step over and gets on her tiptoes. Her mouth comes to mine and she kisses me.

Long and fucking hard.

The kind that sends blood to your cock.

When she pulls back, she's smiling.

"I love you too, you big romantic bear, you," she says with a smirk and twinkling eyes.

Fuck. She's back.

"So no more talk of leaving?" I ask her, trying to hide my smile.

"Uh-uh," she says shaking her head.

"Good," I tell her, turning away, trying to not look like a fool. "Then scram. I got work to do."

Brittney kisses me one last time and turns around to walk away. I go to my desk and unmute the call.

But the line is silent. I wonder if they're already done? They can't be.  The call was supposed to be for another half hour at least.

"If you're wondering what happened to the call, I told everyone we'd  reconvene when we never heard you answer any of our questions," Cheryl  says from the door to my office.

I turn around. She's standing there holding her tablet and looking at me.

"When you didn't answer even me, I decided you had probably jumped off  without telling me," she says as she walks in, her eyes looking around.  "Which is a very odd thing to do, even for you, considering the  importance of what we're planning here Ethan," she finishes with.

She's looking at me closely and I know what's fucking coming.

"I got caught up, Cheryl … " I start to say but she fucking cuts me off.

"Yes, I saw her heading to the elevator when I started coming this way.  She looked happy," Cheryl says and raises her eyebrows at me. "Quite  different from the way she looked from my office when she came up."

"She wanted off the project," I tell Cheryl, not knowing why I'm fucking  explaining myself to her. "But I talked her into staying."

"I see," Cheryl says with a deep breath as if smelling the room. "I'm glad you didn't sleep with her to make the point."

"Are you smelling for fucking sex smells, Cheryl?" I ask, not sure where  this conversation is headed. "Is that in your bag of tricks nowadays  too?"

"I'm sighing, Ethan," Cheryl says rolling her eyes and walking to the  window. "Because I don't think you realize what you're falling into  here."

"What?" I ask, walking to the window too. "You still think she's the one who's going to steal the prototype for Simon?"

"No, Ethan," Cheryl says turning to me. "It doesn't matter if she's the  one who's stealing the prototype, but at least you need to be honest  with her."         

     



 

I pause. That stops me short.

"You need to tell her the truth about what you're doing," Cheryl says to  me. "Because you're in love with that girl, and regardless of what  she's up to, she's in love with you."

I still have nothing to fucking say. It's not like I have the high ground anymore.

"And if you really love her, the least you can do is be honest about  yourself and what you're doing. At least to her," Cheryl finishes.

I'm silent as she looks at me for another second.

"I'll be with Marketing if you need me," she says by way of goodbye.

I stand there for a long minute as Cheryl leaves.

I mean, just answer me one fucking question, if you will, and don't skip to the end, okay?

Since when did porn get to become so fucking complicated?





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Brittney





Two weeks left to go until the go-live for Ethan's prototype that will revolutionize pornography for the human race.

Yeah, sounds a bit over the top, doesn't it, hun?

In fact, this entire situation seems like something you only find in a movie or the mind of a very mischievous romance novelist.

I mean, look at me? A porn star?

Sure, I used to be famous, if famous is the word. I mean, I used to be  on DVD covers and on the Internet. My face used to be plastered on porn  sites. Click on me and you'd see me sucking cock. Licking another girl's  pussy. Having a cock pounded into me.

Yeah, I like sex. I liked the role playing I used to do. Pretending to  be the stepmom and getting paid for it. Dressing up as the stepdaughter  and moaning ‘Daddy' and calling that work. Driving my Mercedes. Having  fancy clothes. Jewelry.

I liked sex. I still like sex.

And now, I have 24 hours. 24 hours to steal the one device that could  make me a star again. 24 hours to take from the man I love his greatest  accomplishment and give it to his sworn enemy.

Or else, the dark shadow from my past comes back to haunt me.

Right, I keep hinting at Robert, the ex-boyfriend, but you actually have no idea completely what I'm talking about yet, do you?

I know I kept telling you that I'd fill you in but I never have.

I'm sorry about that, hun. I really want to, because you deserve to know, since you're the reader and all.

It's just that it's been so difficult to bring him up. I mean, I want to  completely put that part of my life in a box and forget about it.

But, I guess if I can't tell you, who can I tell?

Well, yeah I know, don't roll your eyes. I could probably tell Ethan too.

I probably will need to, come to think about it. Because one way or another, I think I'm fucked.

So, let's see  …

What Simon is threatening to do to me is basically tell Robert McIntyre,  my ex-boyfriend, who lives in Los Angeles, California where I'm  currently at.

Robert McIntyre was the man I dated when I did porn back in the day. He  was the ‘modeling agent' who found me when I was working in an  elementary school. He gave me his card and wined and dined me. He fucked  me first and then slowly got me used to the idea of porn. First he had  me do modeling shots that were sexier and racier. It started with  bikinis and underwear. You know, the kind of stuff on Macy's ads that  you see in the newspaper.

Then it became a bit edgier. Topless shoots. Showing my tits.

Then he began getting money for those selling them to magazines. Soon,  it was with a guy. And then we were both naked in the pictures. And then  soon, we were fucking.

I saw the fancy cars, the clothes, the expensive watches, and the glamor and I fell for it.

I always did modeling on the side even while holding my day job, but  eventually you know, you can't do porn and teach elementary school kids  at the same time.

So I quit my job when he convinced me to.

I mean, he wasn't the cutest guy. But he was all I knew. I hadn't dated  very much till then and I had no idea what to expect from a man in a lot  of ways. I wasn't that experienced in sex like I am now.

But he wasn't the … nicest of men either, hun. He was mean at times.

By mean, I mean he had a temper.

There were plenty of times I applied makeup to cover up something that he did.

Plenty of times that I made excuses for a blemish or a bruise.

He always apologized afterwards, but I couldn't get out. Because any  mention of me leaving that relationship would just drive him to get even  more upset.

A part of me was scared, for sure. While he never hit me that hard or  punched me or threw me down the stairs or anything, the anger and  violence was there in his eyes. Plenty of times he punched a hole in the  wall or broke something. He once ripped a pair of my panties in anger  when I didn't want to have sex. I don't want to talk about how I maced  him in the eyes immediately afterwards.

Macing him was actually at that stage where I was fighting back. But for over two years I took it.

But who knows, I probably would have stayed in that relationship  fighting back longer if I had to, if I hadn't found out he was basically  living a double life.

I only found out one day because I found two cell phones in his pocket. I  had no idea he had two phones and when I asked him he was evasive.

Something about the whole situation put my mind on edge and two days  later, I followed him when he left the house on what he told me was a  business trip.

I tailed him all the way from the Hollywood Hills where I was living  with him to Malibu. He stopped at a house. He had the keys to the place  and spent the entire day and night there. I know, because I watched him  from my car.

As I sat there, I researched the address on my phone. And I found out so  much about Robert McIntyre that I had never known before.