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Blaine reached out and grabbed her hand not holding her fork. “I think you know exactly what you’re trying to say. I will help you . . . in this sexual exploration but at the same time, you’ve got to
want
my help.”

Vie dropped her fork on her finished plate and squeezed her hand inside his. “No more games? I mean . . . I don’t want to be part of a pissing contest between you and Zed.”

He nodded his head. “No more games. You don’t do anything unless you
want
to do it. I swear.”

She glared at him dubiously. “Why is it I want to so badly believe you but I don’t? How can I be sure?”

“Because I say so. Zed wouldn’t dare harm you. That’s not his M.O. at all. If anything, he wants you to be attracted to him and come to him in your own free will. He’s not dangerous. Xavier on the other hand . . .”

“What are you trying to say?”

“You’re not stupid, Vie. Figure it out. I can honestly say I am much more dangerous than my brother. Xavier is dangerous too. But not Zed. He would rather harm himself before he’d dare hurt a pretty hair on your head. That’s not him.”

Blaine continued to study her as their hands slipped apart and she walked towards one of the glass walls facing the beach. “I’ve already told my parents I’m determined to go through with this and if I go back to them . . . back to your dad defeated like I am now, they’ve won and I’ve lost everything. My pride, my sense of self, and the ability to act like a fully functioning adult. I can’t do that and live with myself. They can’t be right about everything and at some point, I have to put on my big girl pants and simply accept consequences, which aren’t entirely under my control.”

“That’s a non-answer, Vie.”

She turned toward him, her auburn hair hung in loose waves down her back and against the sides of her face. “You didn’t ask me a question, Blaine.”

He crossed his arms against his chest and silenced her with brooding crystal blue eyes. “Will you stay? Yes or no?”

“Yes, I’ll stay. As long as you hold up your end of the bargain. I want to know more about the way you work and how you tick. I won’t be anyone’s bargaining chip and if I decide to sleep with you or your brother, it’ll be on my terms, not yours and certainly not Zed’s. Am I making myself clear now?”

“Indeed you are,” he replied in a calm tone.

“Shake on it?” Vie inquired as she walked over and held out her left hand.

He responded by reaching over with his right and shaking her hand in a delicate manner.

She looked almost relieved as the tension left her shoulders and she noticeably calmed down.

Meanwhile, his eyes searched hers while he thought,
Silly girl, don’t you understand rules are made to be broken?

Her naivety still completely astounded him but it would be so much more fun when she learned the rule to their game was there simply weren’t any rules at all.

Chapter 6

Vie

A
fter a disastrous introduction into the world according to Blaine, the tension between us disappeared completely around the first month of us being together. It was decided—by me—I would rather stay at his loft rather than traveling between the Hollywood Hills’ estate and Pacific Palisades.

I quickly fell into a familiar pattern of many newbies to L.A. The days were filled with interesting activities that involved everything from being left on my own to explore the new area I lived to accompanying Blaine to various places.

I also acquired transportation of my own—a late model, top of the line black Volkswagen Golf with all the trimmings.

Though he did have a space in his loft to shoot scenes—usually the intimate ones in his films—the vast majority of his films were shot on different locations throughout the city.

His movies had a very esoteric look to them as far as I knew from the few scenes he’d bothered to show me. There was a whole vibe to them that was almost predatory from the start.

There were two worlds he preferred to work in when filming: the nightlife and the aftermath of such events when his characters—usually female—suffered the consequences of their actions.

Although it seemed too good to be true, a sense of real intimacy began to foster between Blaine and me along with Zed and me but just in different ways. If someone had told me several months previously, I would soon be intimately connected with two different men, I would have burst out laughing before proclaiming there was nothing wrong with it but it wasn’t me or the type of person I was.

I wasn’t sleeping with either men except for Blaine and when I say sleeping, I meant we shared a bed at night. He’d never touched me other than a quick peck on the lips at night before we both settled into our personal space on his California King-sized bed. As far as he was concerned, this was a huge breakthrough for me since I’d never been this close with a former boyfriend, let alone a man who was a complete and utter stranger to me less than eight weeks previously.

I thought about our relationship one Saturday morning as I nursed a cup of coffee and gazed upon the Pacific waves crashing against the beach. Blaine had slept in after a late night and I didn’t bother to wake him. He had a Keurig machine and about thirty different flavors of coffee and tea. What more could a girl ask for?

If he and I were growing closer yet I also maintained a relationship with his brother then what did that mean? I knew he still had an active sex life though no names were exchanged about his post-coital partners and where exactly they fucked. I had taken over his bed so maybe he went to their homes or the Hollywood Hills estate where he had a bedroom? It was a strange situation, knowing he wanted me and yet, he continued to sleep with other women.

I picked up my Samsung Note 3 and realized I had several text messages from Zed.

Zed: What R U up 2?

Zed: I know Blaine isn’t home cuz he’s over here fuckin’ some chick he met at a club. Viper Room I think.

Zed: Don’t tell me you’re in bed already on a Friday night???

I laughed out loud and decided to put him out of his misery. Truth was I hadn’t gone to bed early the night before, I’d been binging on episodes of
American Horror Story: Murder House
. The fourth season started in less than six weeks and I was looking forward to it with fevered anticipation.

Me: Wasn’t in bed, you dope. Watching AHS: Murder House on my own.

Zed: Why didn’t you call me? We could have watched it together. You better call me when you start Asylum.

Me: I def will. Probably start it Monday night. How’s that for you?

Zed: Not doing anything Monday. We’ll see each other before then.

Me: Why’s that?

Zed: I’m on my way up right now. Let me in or I’ll be forced to use my key.

I stood and made my way to the front door with my phone still in my hand. Sure enough, he stood there with Brigitte, the beautiful and poised underground starlet.

She was cherished for her innocent Scandinavian looks even if there was absolutely nothing sweet about her in the least. In fact, I would rather get a bad case of diarrhea than to be within her presence for more than five minutes.

Brigitte was Xavier’s girlfriend—the blonde who wouldn’t take the hint. She clung to him like vine to a pillar and unfortunately, she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Besides her sheer popularity with film connoisseurs, she also happened to be a very determined young woman. She would snag one of the Pascal-Baasch brothers if it killed her in the process.

“Hey, sweetie,” I enthused as I embraced Zed though my greeting to Brigitte was left as a slight wave.

I didn’t like her and the feeling was mutual.

“Hey, honey.” Zed kissed my cheek before he whispered in my ear. “Work related. She had to come along. We’re filming a scene today.”

He pulled away from me only slightly, our lips inches from each other as I studied his violet-blue eyes. “What? You’re doing the scene here?”

“Well, yeah. That’s why Blaine has that part of the loft sanctioned off. It’s an . . . intimate scene.”

A thinly veiled euphemism for a “sex scene” between him and Brigitte that I wasn’t too crazy to hear about if I was completely honest with myself. Yes, I knew they’d had sex before but Blaine had never asked me to watch him—the master at work—before today. I was hardly in a position to say no.

“Well,” I said in a voice loud enough for Brigitte to hear. “Do you two want some coffee?”

“No, thank you. I’m flyin’ high as it is,” she responded before she discreetly wiped her nose and wandered off towards the living room.

I held Zed back as he tried to follow casually in her direction. “Are you high too?”

“A little but I didn’t do as much as her.” He sighed out loud as I glared at him in a disapproving manner. “Listen, babe, I’m tryin’. I hadn’t used since you came to town but then Zed told me this scene had to be shot. What do you expect me to do? I don’t want you watchin’ as I fuck this bitch.”

I stepped back as if his touch had burnt me. “What do you mean? It’s just a carefully choreographed sex scene like any other movie, right?”

“No, it isn’t.” Zed looked down and played with his iPhone. I snatched it from him and held it hostage with my Samsung.

“What do you mean? Stop speaking in riddles and spit it out already.”

“I thought you
knew
. Surely Blaine wouldn’t keep that from you if you’re his new . . . romantic interest. Plus, if you’re learning from the master, surely he would tell you some of the tricks of the trade?”

“Blaine hasn’t told me shit,” I hissed. “I wanna hear it from you or I wouldn’t have asked. What do you mean when you say none of this is choreographed?”

“Fine. It’s like a porn film, Vie. We fuck for real. The only difference is Blaine doesn’t believe in all the close-up shots and the ‘cum’ shot. That’s not the type of movie he’s making but . . . he believes in realism. I wear a condom and it’s tastefully filmed but I have to sleep with Brigitte for real before I . . . kill her. It’s by strangulation so I only squeeze until she passes out and Blaine cuts. We make sure she’s okay and that’s filming for the day. A sex scene can take up to half a day to shoot because everything has to be pristine and orderly. You know what a perfectionist he is . . .” He trailed off while failing to look me in the eye.

“Of course, a little too well.” I smiled before I grasped his shoulder and squeezed it softly. “I’m going to take a shower but in the meantime, you two make yourselves at home. I’ll let Blaine know you’re here.”

“Thanks, Vie.”

I walked only a short distance before I turned to Zed and smiled. “Don’t mention it. What are friends for?”

I
couldn’t even hide my nervousness for what I was about to witness. Blaine had insisted I be on the set that day because sex scenes were the hardest to film and he wanted me to see how difficult this could be. If I could follow his lead with shooting a sex scene then
WAGs
would be a walk in the park.

Speaking of the upcoming show, we would start filming that autumn after we came back from his parents’ estate in Southampton. It turned out some of the wives would be staying in the Hamptons and I wanted to get some footage just to use although the show would take place in L.A.

All the wives’ husbands had mansions in L.A. and although their husbands would be featured occasionally, they were the main draw to the show. If people could see how certain women of leisure and means lived then they would be the most hated and beloved reality celebrities on earth. Having a degree in abnormal psychology meant I should be able to draw out both the yin and the yang.

Yes, the network wanted drama but real life drama from the rich and famous—not the contrived crap often witnessed on similar shows. Ours would be different because the audience would learn to view these women as human beings—
people just like us!
—only there was a miraculous and vast difference that separated them from the general public.

They didn’t reside in generic McMansions built for the middle-class; instead they lived in posh, one-of-a-kind, multi-million dollar homes located all around the world. They didn’t shop at Target or Wal-Mart; they jet-setted to Paris, New York and London for fashion week while their maids and nannies did the grocery shopping. They didn’t worry about pinching pennies or cutting coupons; their husbands gave them more than their hearts could desire and then some.

No matter how we portrayed these spoiled, rich bitches, I could never make them seem just like the average person though I could make them more
sympathetic
and that was the point.

Blaine walked into the kitchen as I wrote a journal entry on my MacBook Pro. He knew not to disturb me until I was finished.

August 21, 2014

I wish I knew what I was doing but the fact is I don’t. I thought this is what I wanted but now, I’m not so sure. I don’t know if I could ever be comfortable with watching Zed have sex with Brigitte. I know she doesn’t mean anything to him and he’s devoted to me but that’s not the point.

My God, have I become greedy? I am living with Blaine. Shouldn’t I be focused on what we have together? It’s so pure, wonderful and true. Well, in my mind anyway. I don’t think he feels the same way. Guys who really want to woo a woman don’t sleep with other women until said woman they truly desire is ready. I feel like my life has changed so much and yet, I’m still the same person.