Alexxxa (17 page)

“So, are you going to spill about David or what?” Tara asked as she situated herself cross-legged on the end of my bed.

I just couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d been avoiding me until the video had popped up and then she was so focused on getting information about what was going on between me and David. “What, you couldn’t tell from the video?”

She giggled. I had to fight from rolling my eyes, because yes, her giggle sounded fake to me too. “You know what I mean.”

“Well, we had sex—a lot of sex and now I’m done with him.” My heart clenched.
I’m so not done with him
.

“So how was he? Details, girl—spill!” Tara bounced with excitement.

I narrowed my eyes at her. Was she planning on trying for more of my sloppy seconds? “He was good. Nothing special though. I did most of the work, as usual.” Liar, liar, panties on fire. David was the best sex I’d ever had, and that was saying a lot.

“Oh, well that’s disappointing. What was his dick like? Small, medium,  large—or super sized? One always prays for super sized.”

Since I’d known Tara, she’s always had some kind of obsession about the size of men’s equipment. For me it was how a man used what he had, not merely about size. For Tara though, she wouldn’t even give a guy with a smaller penis a chance. “It was adequate.” Adequate? Had I really just said that? It wasn’t like David was packing a ten incher, but he was definitely more endowed than most men, and he knew how to use what God had gifted him with. Boy, did he fucking ever.

“Now I’m getting depressed,” Tara mock sighed.

“Why do you even care?” I stopped short and attempted for a quick subject change. “What about you, Josh, and Mac? I think you need to spill those details.”

Tara’s phone beeped, signaling a text message. “Hold on.” She checked her phone. She then clicked out a response to whoever it was and stashed the hot pink rectangle back in her purse.

Before I could open my mouth again, a loud knock resounded through out the room, making me jump. Thinking, or maybe hoping a little, that it was David, I opened the door without checking the peephole first. Big mistake. Standing on the other side of the door was one of the last people I expected to see darkening my threshold… Devlin Saint. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I growled.

He sneered at me and pushed into my room. “Is that any way to talk to your new boss?” His brown eyes glinted with hostility.

“Whaaat?” I sputtered. Confusion quickly replacing my anger.

Tara, that traitorous bitch, stood and smiled at me. “That’s right. Devlin bought out
Sinfully Yours Films
. He now owns your contract.”

“In other words, I own you,” Devlin tacked on.

“You’re lying.” This couldn’t be happening.

“Why don’t you call Henry and find out.” Devlin sat down in the chair at the desk and steepled his fingers, like some eighties movie villain.

I grabbed my phone and immediately called Henry. As soon as he answered I cut right to the chase. “Is it true? Did you sell the company without telling anyone?”

Henry cleared his throat. “Now, Alexa, everything will be fine. The new owner—“ I didn’t wait for him to finish. His words knocked all the air from my lungs and I fell to my knees.

“Why?” I asked first Devlin, and then I swung my gaze to Tara. “And you, I thought we were friends.”

“We are friends! Don’t you see how romantic it is? Devlin is finally all in with your career. He asked me to help him with the surprise.” As she watched the horror play across my face she frowned at me. “I thought you would want this.”

A humorless laugh escaped my lungs. “And here I thought the two of you were fucking.” The way Tara shifted uneasily under my gaze, I knew. “Oh that’s just great. Not only were you helping my ex fuck me over, but you decided that you’d sleep with him on top of that.”

“You’re a porn star. You have sex with tons of guys. Are you really going to begrudge me because I did your ex? Are you going to hold it against me and him?”

“Yes! You know you shouldn’t have done it—any of it!” I stood and stalked over to Devlin. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Because I can.”

“Give me a real fucking reason, Devlin. You owe me that much.”

“I don’t owe you anything. But I’ll tell you anyhow. You see, there once was this little cunt who I loved. We grew up together, and we had something real powerful. But then she got it in her head that being a porn star was more important than me. I watched her for years, fucking other guys for money in her little movies. Winning awards for having the sweetest pussy, and best ass…” His voice trailed off and his large fists clenched. “I used to think she’d come back to me, but then I realized the only way to keep a whore like her, was to buy her.” He grinned maniacally at me. “I own you now, Andy baby.”

“Hey, that’s not what we talked about. I thought—“

“You thought wrong.” Devlin cut Tara off. “You’re just not very smart. Sorry.”

Tears began to well up in Tara’s eyes, and God help me, I started to feel sorry for her. It seemed as though she’d really thought she was helping me. And okay, she’d never been the brightest crayon in the box. But she’d still had sex with Devlin. Okay…so I guess I couldn’t hate her for that either. I’d have to deal with Tara later though. I narrowed my eyes at Devlin. “After the shit you pulled the other night…the two of us…we’re never going to be together again in any capacity.”

Devlin stood, and I was made very aware how much bigger than me he was. The hostility in him was rolling off of his body in palpable waves. I swallowed around the bile that rose up in my throat from my sudden fear.

“Who said you have a choice?” Panic riding me hard, I turned to run, but before I could get to the door Devlin had a firm grip in my hair and was dragging me towards the bed.

“Let her go, Devlin!” Tara screamed.

“Get the fuck out of here, Tara, you aren’t needed anymore.”

“Tara, please. Please don’t leave me alone with him.” He was clearly not stable; even she had to see that. But instead of responding to my plea, she gathered her things and bolted from the room.

So I tried to reason with the reasonless. It was pretty much the only option I had left. “Devlin, please. Don’t do this. Think about what you’re doing.”

His brown eyes were dark with rage and his long blond hair had fallen into his face. He pushed me down on the bed and whipped out some handcuffs. I realized right then that he’d come prepared for what he was doing. “I’m only taking what’s mine,” he rasped.

“I’m not yours. And this will be rape.” I tried again to reach him.

He laughed darkly. “Even if it is…who’s going to believe a whore?”

I started kicking and screaming, finally accepting that he had snapped. There would be no reasoning with him. When he stuffed a ball gag into my mouth I whimpered. With how free I’d always been with my body, rape was never something that I really feared. And to think Devlin would be the one to do it to me—I was trapped in some kind of nightmare.

“Don’t worry, Andy baby, I know you like it rough.”

Just then the door slammed open and there stood David, and a cowering Tara a few steps behind him. David had a baseball bat in his one hand, where he’d gotten it I didn’t know, but I didn’t care. I’d never been so happy to see anyone in my entire life.

~David

What I saw before me made my blood boil with rage. Devlin Saint had Alexa, my Alexa, cuffed and gagged on her bed. Her eyes were wild with terror as he loomed over her.

“Get the fuck away from her.”

Devlin laughed. “And what are you going to do, Daaavy Jones?” He drew out my old hated nickname while donning a sneer.

“I’ll fucking kill you if I have to.” And I meant it. If going to jail was the price I had to pay to protect Alexa, I’d do it gladly.

“I called the cops,” Tara added with a shaky voice from behind me.

“Son of a bitch.” Devlin swore under his breath. “I can’t afford to get arrested because of you again.” He nonchalantly reached down and slapped Alexa across the face. She whimpered in pain.

That was the end of it, I completely lost my shit. I flew at Devlin, baseball bat clenched tightly in my hands, and I swung with all my might. A loud cracking sound rent the air and he went down hard, clutching his arm in pain. It was lucky I missed my original target, his head, or I might have been finding out what the view from inside a prison cell was like. “Stay the fuck down!” I brandished the bat as Devlin tried to stand. Surprisingly, he obeyed.

A moment later several Pittsburgh Police Officers entered the room, guns drawn. “Halt where you are!” One of them shouted at me.

“Officers, thank God you’re here!” Devlin exclaimed. “He attacked me with a bat!”

I dropped the bat and allowed them to cuff me. There was no point in fighting them. Alexa was safe and I’d get the rest sorted out at the station… I hoped. As I was led from the room I caught Alexa’s gaze as one of the cops bent to uncuff her. Angry tears spilled from her eyes. That I hadn’t expected. She was pissed and if I was Devlin Saint, I’d be very worried.

I’d called my lawyer Michael in L.A. He’d told me not to worry, that he was sending someone really good in the area who practiced criminal law. That had been a few hours ago. I was beginning to get antsy in the holding cell. Not that I was afraid, there were just a few other guys in there with me, all of them pretty much keeping to themselves. I was worried about Alexa. I wanted to be with her to comfort her after what happened—to hold her in my arms. I still wasn’t even sure what happened. I’d run into Tara fleeing Alexa’s room and she’d sobbed about Alexa being in trouble. I could barely make out what she was saying, except when I heard Devlin’s name I’d gone into action. I’d hurriedly fetched my bat, the one I brought with me when I traveled, since I couldn’t take any real weapons on a plane, and the rest was history.

I was still seething about what I’d seen when I’d first entered that room. I’d known Devlin was doing drugs the other night at the club, but now I was wondering if he was doing them for more than just recreational use. It would explain his erratic behavior…maybe. Although it could be that he was just a spoiled rich boy used to getting whatever he wanted and he wanted Alexa. Not that I could blame him.

“David Jonez.” A cop called through the bars. I stood and met his gaze expectantly. “Your lawyer is here. I’ll take you to her.” Her? I guess it was kind of sexist to assume my lawyer would be a male, but I just had.

I followed the cop to a small room at the end of the hall, where he shut the door and locked it behind me after I entered. Seated at a metal table was a young professional looking brunette. She was kind of pretty, but I could tell she went out of her way to try and downplay her looks. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun and she wore no makeup.

When I sat she lifted her dark eyes to meet mine and a tight smile ghosted her lips. “I’m Carmella Talego.” She offered me her hand and I briefly shook it. “They’re processing you as we speak, but it looks like Mr. Saint is pressing charges.”

I grimaced. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Afraid not. As I’m sure you’re aware, his father has some of the best lawyers on this side of the Allegheny on his payroll.” A big smile suddenly cracked her serious demeanor. “Lucky for you I’m better. Devlin Saint is not going to get away with this. I won’t lie to you, Mr. Jonez—“

“David, please,” I interjected.

She nodded her head. “Okay, David, I won’t lie to you, it’s not going to be easy, but I have every confidence that we’re going to come out on top.”

“You don’t even know all the details yet. I need—“

“I know enough about Devlin Saint. And I already know that he was arrested just the other night in an altercation with a Miss Alexandra James at a strip club. As I understand it she was found cuffed and gagged at the latest scene.”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“The biggest problem is establishing witness credibility. That might prove to be difficult because of what Miss James does for a living.”

I clenched my fist and hit the table once in frustration. “What she does for a living doesn’t mean she deserves to be treated like trash. He was going to rape her. Doesn’t a woman always reserve the right to say no?”