Captive Films: Season One (17 page)

I reluctantly let go of him and get out of the pool.
 

Because I can handle a challenge.
 

And my new challenge is named Dawson Johnson.

News flash, people . . .
 

Our favorite starlet, Keatyn Douglas is ENGAGED!
 

And NOT to her
Trinity
costar and long-time lover, Knox Daniels.

On one hand, we’re sad they aren't going to be together. On the other hand, that delicious man is still very single, based on this photo of him sandwiched between twin pairs of boobs at one of his favorite night clubs.
 

Rumor has it, he and Captive Films CEO, Riley Johnson, who should definitely be in front of the camera and not behind it, have been seen partying their nights away.
 

Back to the matter at hand, the official statement:

Keatyn Douglas and her longtime beau Aiden Arrington, owner of Asher Vineyards and Winery, the brand best known for their charitable Moon Wish wine, were engaged in Paris after the worldwide premiere of the hit trilogy,
The Keatyn Chronicles
, based on their life.
 

Our sources tell us that, much like the movie which started a trend of top of the Eiffel Tower sunset proposals, the two were engaged at the top of the Eiffel Tower at sunset. (Yawn.)

Anywho, we’re told the couple is planning a spring wedding in—you guessed it—Paris.
 

P.S.
 
We’re not holding our breath for this wedding to actually take place. Not when Knox is single and the two are shooting their raciest love scenes to date. Some even wonder if this "engagement" is an old friend trying to help Keatyn and Knox get back together.
 

P.P.S.
 
Speaking of Riley Johnson, I'd like to get under him on a casting couch, if you know what I mean. Wink wink.

Wednesday, October 1st

Jennifer’s beach house - Malibu

RILEY

Jennifer is out of breath when she answers the door.
 

And she’s topless.
 

Nice.

“You’re finally here!” she says, sweeping me into a hug. “Come out back. Some friends stopped by.”

Friends?
 

“I thought we were hanging out.”
 

She stops, turns around on her tiptoes, and kisses me. “We’re leaving. They’ll probably stay for a while. Do you want to swim first? Need a drink?”

“How about both?”

I follow her to the refrigerator. She opens it and lets me grab my only option, Bud Light in a can. I honestly can’t remember the last time I drank beer out of can.
 

I grab one, open it, and gulp down a flavor that reminds me of college.
 

Jennifer introduces me to three of her girlfriends, who are also sunbathing topless, and a couple guys in the corner who are smoking a fat joint. The way Jennifer is bouncing around, my guess is she hasn’t partaken.
 

She yells, “Cannonball!” and flies into the pool, splashing her sunbathing friends.
 

“Ahh!” they all yell when she comes up laughing.
 

I decide what the hell and do a cannonball too, knowing my splash will totally drench them.
 

When I come up, Jennifer is right next to me, laughing at her screaming friends, who have run into the house.

“That was AWESOME!” She pushes me against the side of the pool and kisses me hard, murmuring, “And one way to get rid of them.”

I wrap my arms around her, enjoying the excitement of kissing someone new, particularly someone new and half naked. Jennifer and I didn’t do much last night. We just made out.
 

It was refreshing.
 

And I realize I miss the companionship. Just being able to hang out with someone without worrying I’m giving them the wrong impression.
 

Like Shelby. She called me on the way here and wanted to know why I hadn’t called. I told her I didn’t want to see her anymore. She asked if the article she saw about me and Jennifer was true then had a little meltdown.
 

Actually, meltdown is a bit of an understatement.
 

She called me every name in the book. A few I’ve never been called before.
 

Then, thankfully, she hung up on me.
 

One less thing to worry about.
 

Especially now when Jennifer’s lips are on mine.
 

I float us out to the middle of the pool, wrapping her legs around me, still kissing her.
 

“Dude, they’re totally going to do it,” I hear from behind us.
 

Jennifer must have heard them too, because she stops kissing me. “We
aren’t
going to do it. Grow up. We’re just kissing. And I changed my mind. Get the hell out of my house.”

She gets out of the pool as they grab their things. She locks the door behind them then sits on the edge of the pool, dangling her long legs in the water. I’m ready to pull her back in with me and kiss her boobs. They are on the smaller side. Most girls would want bigger ones, but she’d be a fool. They are cute and perky.

And her nipples are the prettiest pale pink color.
 

I want one in my mouth.
 

Now.
 

“So, sexy, I have some plans for us today.”

“What kind of plans. Besides us
not
doing it?”

She laughs loudly. “Oh gosh, did I crush that monumentally big ego of yours?”

“I think you heard the gossip wrong. They were talking about my monumentally big dick.”

She giggles and blushes. Although she curses like a sailor, I realize I’ve never heard her use words like that referring to sex.
 

“You’re funny. I like it,” she says.

This girl is going to need the hard sell. And by hard, for once, I’m not talking about my dick.

I hop out of the pool, immediately choosing to follow her lead. “I haven’t had lunch yet. Is it included in your plans?”

“Yes, I’m starving! Let’s go across the street. Have you ever had their Mahi tacos?”

“I have. They also have the best martinis in town.”

She grabs a string bikini top off a chaise and holds it up in front of her chest. “Will you tie this for me?”

“Sure.” I glide my hand across her soft, bronzed shoulder. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper.
 

“Are you putting the moves on me? You’re the big shot movie producer, shouldn’t I be trying to sleep with you?”

“You slept with me last night,” I tease as I slowly touch her back, while tying the bottom string. “This too tight?”
 

“No, it’s perfect. Riley, I don’t date people I work with. And I’d never have sex with someone to get a role.”

“Hold your hair up,” I tell her, as I tie the string around her neck. Then I turn her around to face me. “I don’t date anyone I work with either. And, although I may have a well-deserved reputation for sleeping around, I’ve never hired someone I’ve slept with.”

She smooshes up her nose. “Really?”
 

“Really,” I state, kissing it.
 

“You’re too cute,” she says, causing my frozen heart to melt a little. She grabs my hand and leads me out the door. The lust I wish she felt for me fills her eyes when she sees my car again. She pretends to pet it although, thankfully, her hand never touches the paint.

“Oh, baby, I’ve missed you,” she says to my car.

I lean her against the side of the car, wanting nothing more right now than to forget about the paint and do her on the hood. This girl has my blood running hot. Probably, because she acts like she’s not interested.
 

The last time I wasn’t sure a girl wasn’t interested in me was . . .
 

Shit.
 

I shake my head. I’m not thinking about Ariela today.

I give Jennifer a rough kiss. She grabs my neck and shoves her tongue in my mouth like Ariela did at Keatyn’s.
 

Fuck!
 

Stop. Fucking. Thinking. About. Her!

I kiss Jennifer back, using my skillful tongue, but trying to play it cool. I even stop the kiss before she’s ready for it to end. When I pull my lips away, it takes her a few moments to open her eyes and look at me.
 

“Damn,” she says. “You might cause me to rethink my rules.”

“I’ve already been rethinking mine. In fact, if you sign a contract to do
Daddy’s Angel
, I’ll let you drive my car. No girl has ever driven her.”

“Oh, now you’re just fucking with me,” she laughs, grabs my hand, and leads me toward the restaurant.
 

After the short walk there, we make ourselves comfortable in the bar and order drinks and lunch.

She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at me. “Are you serious?”

“About which part?”

“The car part, silly.”

“You mean, you really don’t want to sleep with me?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Look, I know I’m kinda crazy. A little wild. But I love life. I’m having a blast. I’m making amazing money doing something I love. But that doesn’t mean I sleep around.”

“You kissed every man standing at the last Academy Awards afterparty.”

“Yeah, because I fucking won. I still can’t fucking believe that. I was drunk, happy, and high on life. I’m affectionate. I kissed some girls too, by the way.”

“Do you remember kissing me?”

“I kissed you?”

“Yep. Right in front of my mother. Tongue and everything.”

She covers her face with her hand. “Oh shit. I’m so embarrassed.”

I smirk, but try to hide it by taking a drink.
 

“Aww, you’re fucking with me again.” She shakes a finger at me. “Riley Johnson, what am I going to do with you? Tell me the truth. Did I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“Was your mother there?”

“No.”

“You’re bad. Good thing. I wouldn’t want to have to be embarrassed when I meet her.”

“You’re planning to meet my mother?”

“Sure, I’ll drive your car there.”

“My parents live in the Hamptons.”

“Shit! That’s awesome. That’d be so fun. Let’s do it!”

“Wait. Do what?”

“Drive your car there. Road trip!”

“It’d kill the car’s value if I put too many miles on it.”

“Oh, come on, Riley. It will be fun. That’s how we’ll celebrate. We’ll go tomorrow morning to talk to Keatyn about the role. You can bring your attorneys or whatever and I’ll sign. My agent will kill me because I won’t ask for enough money, but if the show does well, you’ll promise to pay me more for the next season.”

“If only all contracts were that easy,” I laugh, knowing how Dallas goes over every minute detail to protect us.
 

“It can be for this. Seriously, Riley, when’s the last time you had a vacation?”

“I visited my family this summer.”

She looks up at the ceiling and bites her lip, trying to come up with a different excuse to talk me into it.

“I’ll tell you what,” I say. “If we have a done deal by Friday, we’ll go somewhere to celebrate.”

She gives me a broad smile, leans across the table, grabs my shirt, and kisses me.

Bar Marmont - Hollywood

DAWSON

We swam, drank, freshened up, and now we’re finishing dinner. Vanessa is wearing what might be the sexiest dress I have ever seen. It has a halter neck, barely covers the sides of her breasts, and is backless. The skirt flows around her curves.
 

She obviously isn’t wearing a bra and I have to purposely not look down, so I don’t look like a middle school boy who’s hoping to get a peek of her boob.