My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Read Online Free
Author: Nicole Price
never Hollywood attractive. I didn't have movie star good looks, I was normal. I was finally able to snap out of my happiness haze and drive myself home. I too was staying in the Hollywood Hills, but not in a mansion like Jackson. I was in a small apartment but only a mile or two away from his home, now that I knew where it was.
That night, I settled into bed. I was ready to masturbate myself to sleep releasing all the sexual tension I felt all day. Then my phone beeped. I grabbed it and saw a text message that read, 'I had a great time today. Can't wait to work with you. Good night.'
I sat up quickly in bed. I couldn't believe it! It was a text message from Jackson, no doubt he was getting ready for bed and he thought about me. I could not wipe away the giant grin on my face. My heart swelled with joy. I didn't bother to respond, best to play coy I thought. I couldn't believe that this was my life right in this moment. It was very magical, and yet it was nothing compared to what was to come.
"So when will we have all of the contracts signed?” I asked my producer, Dan over the phone the very next day. I was anxious to work with Jackson, and basically play house at his mansion.
"All done by the end of the week,” Dan said over the phone.
"Great keep me posted. I am so excited.” I said is I hung up the phone. The next few days waiting for the contracts to be signed were excruciating. I checked my phone constantly. Checking my email and my voicemail to see if the contracts were done. And of course for any text messages from my new leading man. I knew I wasn't supposed to get involved, but my heart had other plans.
Finally, the day cane. I received an email with a copy of all the documents and contracts signed. I sighed in relief. This was proof that it was all really happening. Everything was set in motion, there was no turning back. All my hard work had come to this. I was excited to get my work out there, and for the world to be entertained by my story. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about working side-by-side with Jackson. I had dreamed of it so long, that I only thought of it as a dream and not reality. Now I just had to wait.
Then, it came. On a Sunday afternoon I was being lazy around my apartment when my phone went off. The caller ID read Jackson Lane. I jumped up and down and then calmly answered it, "hello?"
"Hey babe it's Jackson. You got time to work on the script today?” He asked casually over the phone, in a voice that can only be described as his bedroom voice.
"Yeah I can do that,” I said trying to sound casual as though I wasn't super excited to see him.
"Great can you be at my house around four?” He asked.
"Yeah I'll see you then,” I said, trying to keep my answers short because I was afraid that my voice would crack I was so nervous.
"Great babe see in a few,” he said as he hung up the line. I ran to my closet, picked out an outfit and began the long process of taking a hot bath, shaving, and scrubbing my body. I was doing all the things that one did before sex. I knew it was going to happen. I couldn't hold out any longer.
JACKSON LANE
When Rosalyn arrived at my house, I couldn't help but to look at her up-and-down. She was in a soft pink satin slip dress. Sort of like the dresses from the grunge days, very cool, hip and trendy. It worked well on her. As she entered my house and took off her long coat, her curves became very apparent to me through her dress. It was as if she was wearing nothing. I could see her full hips, her hourglass figure, her thighs… I wanted to be between those thighs.
I had to concentrate though, I really did want to work on the script with her. I wanted to know her thoughts and what she was thinking when she wrote the character. I wanted to get it right. I wanted to make a really great fucking movie. It would be good for my career, but I also wanted to impress her. I wanted to do her character
That night, I settled into bed. I was ready to masturbate myself to sleep releasing all the sexual tension I felt all day. Then my phone beeped. I grabbed it and saw a text message that read, 'I had a great time today. Can't wait to work with you. Good night.'
I sat up quickly in bed. I couldn't believe it! It was a text message from Jackson, no doubt he was getting ready for bed and he thought about me. I could not wipe away the giant grin on my face. My heart swelled with joy. I didn't bother to respond, best to play coy I thought. I couldn't believe that this was my life right in this moment. It was very magical, and yet it was nothing compared to what was to come.
"So when will we have all of the contracts signed?” I asked my producer, Dan over the phone the very next day. I was anxious to work with Jackson, and basically play house at his mansion.
"All done by the end of the week,” Dan said over the phone.
"Great keep me posted. I am so excited.” I said is I hung up the phone. The next few days waiting for the contracts to be signed were excruciating. I checked my phone constantly. Checking my email and my voicemail to see if the contracts were done. And of course for any text messages from my new leading man. I knew I wasn't supposed to get involved, but my heart had other plans.
Finally, the day cane. I received an email with a copy of all the documents and contracts signed. I sighed in relief. This was proof that it was all really happening. Everything was set in motion, there was no turning back. All my hard work had come to this. I was excited to get my work out there, and for the world to be entertained by my story. Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about working side-by-side with Jackson. I had dreamed of it so long, that I only thought of it as a dream and not reality. Now I just had to wait.
Then, it came. On a Sunday afternoon I was being lazy around my apartment when my phone went off. The caller ID read Jackson Lane. I jumped up and down and then calmly answered it, "hello?"
"Hey babe it's Jackson. You got time to work on the script today?” He asked casually over the phone, in a voice that can only be described as his bedroom voice.
"Yeah I can do that,” I said trying to sound casual as though I wasn't super excited to see him.
"Great can you be at my house around four?” He asked.
"Yeah I'll see you then,” I said, trying to keep my answers short because I was afraid that my voice would crack I was so nervous.
"Great babe see in a few,” he said as he hung up the line. I ran to my closet, picked out an outfit and began the long process of taking a hot bath, shaving, and scrubbing my body. I was doing all the things that one did before sex. I knew it was going to happen. I couldn't hold out any longer.
JACKSON LANE
When Rosalyn arrived at my house, I couldn't help but to look at her up-and-down. She was in a soft pink satin slip dress. Sort of like the dresses from the grunge days, very cool, hip and trendy. It worked well on her. As she entered my house and took off her long coat, her curves became very apparent to me through her dress. It was as if she was wearing nothing. I could see her full hips, her hourglass figure, her thighs… I wanted to be between those thighs.
I had to concentrate though, I really did want to work on the script with her. I wanted to know her thoughts and what she was thinking when she wrote the character. I wanted to get it right. I wanted to make a really great fucking movie. It would be good for my career, but I also wanted to impress her. I wanted to do her character
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