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“I promised Scout that I would stop drinking. Effective immediately. I haven’t had a drink for two weeks now.”

  “It’s true,” I confirm. Though, I truly have no idea.

  “And that’s just one of the ways I’m trying to make up for my behavior that night. It’s the very least I could do. Because of my actions, Children of The Future is only being kept afloat by private donations at the moment.”

  “Are you one of those private donors?” she asks, giving me a curious glare.

  “No. Scout and I talked about it and we came to the conclusion that it’d be a conflict of interest. I’ll promote the organization every hour of every day that I can, and I’ll work with them until they’re tired of seeing my mug, but because we’re in a relationship, we decided it best not to muddy things in that sense.”

  With that, the interview is over. Lori bids farewell to the audience watching online, and then sighs in relief once the cameras shut off. Palir comes running out from behind the set and hugs us both.

  While he hugs us, he quietly whispers, “That was absolutely perfect, the public loved every second of it.”

  He turns back around to thank Lori for the interview. The two of them shake hands but it seems as though Lori isn’t quite done with us. I brace myself for an off-the-record question about our relationship, but she actually apologizes for being so rough near the end. It’s just part of the job, she insists.

  “They really want me to catch people off guard with the really personal questions, and… It’s something I’m good at, but it’s not something I like to do. Especially with people like you guys. You guys seem nice. Palir vouched for you and… I just wanted to make sure you guys knew that it isn’t personal.”

  I unclench my fists and release the tension in my shoulders. An apology might just be part of her routine so that she doesn’t get any backlash from whoever she’s interviewing. I’ll accept the apology for now. Seems as though that may be the only way I can get out of this building faster. If I make a big deal of not accepting her apology or disliking the questions, I’m sure the camera crew will turn the cameras back on and film the argument. I have to be smart about this.

  “We understand, Lori. Thanks again for having us,” I say through thin lips.

  “It was a real pleasure.”

  I take a deep breath so as to not overreact and then walk away with Palir and Bryan once they’re all done saying their byes and thank yous.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Scout

  “That was perfect! That was so good! I couldn’t have asked for a better pair of actors! Or should I say, you guys couldn’t have asked for better actors. You guys saved your own asses and then some!”

  “Shall we celebrate, Palir? What are you thinkin’, Scout?”

  “Hold your horses,” Palir says, “I’ve got some work to do, thanks to the two of you. But, if I don’t end up killing myself or dying from being overworked, sure, let’s celebrate.”

  I finally chime in, asking him how we’re supposed to get home from the studio.

  “You’re adults, you’ll figure something out. Uber, Lyft, the world is right at your fingertips, kid,” Palir says before getting into his car. He rolls his window down and bids us a quick farewell in a very in-character manner, before speeding off.

  There’s a moment of relief between Bryan and I as we watch Palir drive away. We don’t say anything to each other for a while. We need this time to unwind. Our veins are still pumping with adrenaline after that interview from hell. I can hear Bryan’s breathing. He can probably hear mine, if he’s listening for it.

  I don’t mind the silence, but there is something I want to ask him. During the interview, Bryan really undersold his volunteer work, and instead focused on the importance of the organization. It was great of him to help me with Children for the Future, but I don’t understand why he didn’t try to better his image during the interview. That was the whole point of it.

  “Bryan,” I mumble, “can I ask you something?”

  Asking him that shook him out of whatever trance he was in. He smiles at me as he pulls out his phone.

  “Say no more, I’ll get us a Lyft back um… well, to your place, and then to mine.”

  “That’s — Thank you, Bryan.”

  We continue to stand on the sidewalk in silence, waiting for our ride. When it finally arrives and we’re buckled in, I tap Bryan’s arm.

  “Bryan, why did you change your answer?”

  “Hm?”

  “When Lori asked you what it was that kept you going back to Children for The Future. You started out saying that you kept going back for the kids, but then you stopped. Why?”

  “I… It didn’t feel right to act like I’m such a good person. I’m not. The whole reason I started volunteering is to improve my public image and…”

  “I know.”

  “You know,” he asks incredulously.

  “Of course, I know. There’s isn’t a single celebrity who cares about altruism. Well, that’s not entirely true but the ones that do exist out there, usually start a foundation of their own. Frankly, I was just happy to get the extra pair of hands. Children of The Future is short on volunteers, especially after — sorry for bringing it up again, but — the fundraising event.”

  “Right. Regardless, I care about those kids. And I am going to keep showing up for them. Not everything I said in there was bull. I do think Children of The Future is an important organization that needs more backing,” he tells me.

  I’m relieved to hear him say this but there’s something in me that wants more. More of him. With a shaky breath, I ask him if he’s only going to go for the kids. Making eye contact with him after asking that makes me shake with anxiety, but he stares back at me with half-opened eyes.

  “Maybe not. I do like spending time with you.”

  My heart bounces out of my chest. My fingers grow numb. There’s no stopping this inexplicable desire in me to keep him interested in me.

  “Would you like to spend more time with —”

  Bryan interrupts me mid-sentence to give me an unexpected kiss. He tries to back away from it, surely to apologize for acting so impulsively, but I keep his lips pressed up against mine. The Uber driver clears his throat to try to get us to stop but his discomfort is not a factor for us. We’re in our own world right now. Holding each other. Feeling our hearts beat against one another. I didn’t know I wanted this, but something in me did.

  “Sorry to shut down this little love party,” the Uber driver grumbles. “But we’ve reached your first destination.”

  “Our only destination,” I say breathlessly. Keeping my eyes trained on Bryan, I invite him to stay at my apartment for the night.

  “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

  “Maybe not. But let’s do it anyway.”

  Without a second to spare, the two of us leap out of the Uber and run into my apartment building. No words were spoken, but Bryan couldn’t stop using his lips on me the entire way up the stairs to my front door.

  “Sorry about the mess.”

  “What mess?” he asks as he pulls my top off and throws it on the floor.

  He carries me over to my bedroom, holding my thighs up with his muscular forearms, and then lightly throws me on the bed. He continues planting passionate kisses on me, but he starts moving from my lips, to my neck. My previous sexual experiences, if you can even call them that, didn’t last long, but what normally got my motor running was neck kisses. Bryan tries to keep moving south towards my breasts, but I keep him on my neck just a little longer. Long enough to start feeling some moisture develop between my legs.

  He continues kissing my neck for a long time, but he grows playfully impatient. With all of the attention my neck is getting, I didn’t pay attention to where his hands were and am surprised when I fell a finger rubbing soft circles on my clit through my panties.

  We stop the foreplay only to quickly undress and get a quick look at each other naked. His body glistens brightly, reflect
ing the bit of light that’s coming in through my drawn shades.

  The clothes he wears do a good job of showing just how muscular he is, but it’s nothing compared to seeing him nude. He has to be in shape, all football players are, but I still stare at him in awe of such a sculpted form.

  “Shall we?”

  I bob my head up and down, desperate for more of his touch. I feel his fingers manipulating me. Making me squirm on top of my bed. The sucking on my neck subsides for a moment so he can whisper in my ear and ask me if I’m still up for this.

  Giving him a vocal answer would be too boring. I’m going to show him just how much I’m up for this.

  I grab his cock and almost recoil in fear. The girth of his dick is much more than I expected, even after seeing it right in front of me. Still, I can’t back down now. I spread my pussy open for him and place his cock right at my opening.

  “I don’t know, are you still up for this?” I ask in retort.

  He takes a step back from me, sending me into a panic. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him into sex. It’s just the adrenaline of doing that interview, I’m not thinking.

  But Bryan reaches down into his pile of clothes and removes a condom from his wallet.

  “I am now,” he says.

  He quickly slides the condom on his cock and from there, he holds my legs up over his shoulders as he buries himself into me. Bryan asks me how hard I want it. I tell him to give me all he’s got. Lying on my back, I only have a few seconds to appreciate his facial beauty before he digs his fingers into my shoulders and fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.

  I writhe and wriggle in the most pleasurable pain beneath him as my hands wrinkle the blankets we’re lying on top of. Bryan continues pumping into my pussy getting farther and farther in each time he humps me. My legs, still spread over his shoulders, shake with each thrust pathetically as he leans over my body grunting and groaning.

  I scream when he digs his dick as far into me as it can go. I can tell he hasn’t fucked in a long time, seeing how hungrily he stares me down. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head as he fucks me.

  Bryan leans in closer and starts sucking on my neck again, leaving it slimy with his spit. Then he moves up to my mouth. He forces my mouth open with his tongue and starts sliding it in. His moans and grunts echo into my mouth as he pounds me relentlessly, leaving his cock balls deep into me.

  I feel my erect nipples brush against his perfectly smooth chest while I listen to his balls slapping against my asshole, the wet noises from my cunt and his cock, the sucking of his tongue against mine, and the breathless moans from the both of us.

  Bryan slides out of me and then kneels over me moving his hips close to my face.

  “Can you take my cock in your mouth?”

  “I can try,” I whimper.

  He places both of his hands on my head and brings my mouth towards his twitching cock, that looks gargantuan compared to the size of my mouth. Bryan moves his hips so the end of his cock brushes against my lips, prompting me to open them. I’d never done this adequately before, but this seemed so natural to me.

  I timidly open my tiny mouth and make a valiant attempt to suck the tip, which is immediately met with a challenge as Bryan carelessly thrusts his cock inches down my throat. He holds me by the neck and begins to fuck my throat hard and fast, his balls slapping against my chin as he begins to deep throat me, without giving me a chance to adjust.

  From anyone else, I’d have gotten angry, but I like this challenge. I like feeling under his control.

  Wet noises escape my throat as I feel my face get hot and red. I close my eyes and take my throat fucking like a true fuck doll. I hear Bryan moan and grunt in pleasure, loving every second of my efforts. His animalistic grunts grow louder and more frequent, letting me know that the big moment is coming. No pun intended.

  I see Bryan close his eyes and his face clench as he slows his thrusts. He pulls out of my mouth. He shoots thick strings of cum down onto my face. His dick twitches in front of me, making more of his cum leak onto my chin or into my mouth. I swallow some of it because I know that that’s something that men get turned on by and actually don’t mind the taste.

  A part of me is disappointed that our sex has to end there, but Bryan surprises me when I notice him rummaging around his clothes again. He pulls out another condom and wraps it on his still hardened cock.

  Without a bit of communication, he grabs me by the hips and flips me over onto my stomach. My tits are pressed against the bed, and my ass is up in the air. I feel his nails sink into the skin of my round ass, as his thick, long cock penetrates my pussy once again. Somehow, he’s able to go even deeper than before, making my eyes rolls so far back that I feel like I almost lose my vision.

  Using one hand to grab my hair and the other to play with my tits, he grabs onto me tight so he can slide every inch of his cock into me. I feel his breathing on the back of my neck which sends a shiver down my spine. Bryan starts pounding into me harder and faster than before until I start feeling an orgasm sneak its way into existence.

  An orgasm unlike any brought on by my own hands crawls its way through my body. I feel it at the ends of my fingertips and toes, then closer to the core of my very being. Soon after I feel my legs grow numb with pleasure. Then, a passionate moan is nearly rendered silent by the muscles that are tensed up around my chest and throat due to the orgasm.

  As I reach my climax, Bryan continues to fuck me hard. Every thrust is an orgasmic aftershock. I let him fuck my motionless body until he comes and collapses onto me. His full weight on my back is everything I want. It’s the most comfortable weight I can handle. His body conforms perfectly to mine, it’s like we’re two puzzle pieces that fit right into each other.

  “Fuck, that was incredible,” Bryan says between breaths.

  “You’re incredible,” I tell him, “that was the best… and kind of only good sex I’ve ever had!”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “I’ve had sex before, but it wasn’t all that great. The guys I’ve been with usually come way before I get fully naked. Or they just don’t know what they’re doing. The only orgasms I’ve had were because my reliable ol’ vibrator,” I admit.

  “Scout… that’s very sad,” he says laughing.

  “Believe me, I’m aware. But I’ve always been too busy to try to meet guys who know what they’re doing. Besides, I bought my vibrator on my eighteenth birthday and it’s been able to get the job every day since. I’ve never really needed a guy, though, don’t take offense to that because you were beyond amazing.”

  “Thank you. For someone who’s not well-versed in the art of lovemaking, I have to give you credit. Not only did you handle yourself pretty well, you really acted like a pro. Like, you’ve never had someone fuck your mouth like that? Because you handled it like a champ!”

  “Thanks for saying that, I was terrified that I wasn’t doing a good job. But no, I’ve never had someone fuck my mouth at all. It was intimidating at first, but… somehow, I managed to get through it. Thanks for showing a different side of me that I never knew, Bryan.”

  He nods with a very triumphant smile, “It’s the least I could do.”

  “So, you want to go for a round two?”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bryan

  My least favorite thing about being a celebrity is staged events.

  Many people don’t know this, but when celebrities aren’t in the limelight as much as they used to be, they stage an event that’ll make them seem important, even if just for a news week. People who get used to fame end up needing it. When they’re not being adored, they start having withdrawals. Fame is a drug, after all.

  That’s not the case with the staged event tonight, though. I don’t crave fame. I just want my reputation back. After the interview with Lori, Scout and I have stayed mostly quiet. Neither of us have updated any of our social media, and we haven’t made any appearances outside of the s
chool we volunteer at.

  This was all carefully thought out by Palir.

  According to Palir, people have been dying to hear more from us since the interview. The more we make them wait, the more they want an update from us.

  “The trick is not making them wait too long. Otherwise, they’ll lose interest and move on to something or someone else,” he explained.

  It’s been six days since the interview. Now, Scout and I are sitting in a restaurant, ripping apart bits of the free bread the waiter set on our table before taking our order, anxious about our next move. The plan is to have some paparazzi bust into the restaurant and start harassing us, taking pics incessantly, maybe snag a picture of us making out. A very simple plan but believe it or not, the fifth one we thought of during our three person brainstorm session.

  “Innocent pictures of us eating at a fancy restaurant should suffice, right? They’ll see that we haven’t split up, I’ll wear my ring, so everyone sees that the engagement is still on. That has to be enough, right?”

  “Yeaaaah,” Palir groaned, “but upskirt shots or nipslips would really--”

  “I’m not selling my body to the public, Palir!”

  “Fine, fine. Just saying that’s an option! An option that would really get people interested in the two of you!”

  A lot of screaming happened that night between the two of them, but I’m glad they ended up coming to an agreement.

  Something important that Palir made sure I got through my head was that no matter what happens at the restaurant, that I can’t be seen with any alcohol in my hand. No wine. No beers. Nothing whatsoever. Even though my promise to Scout was bogus, I’ve backed myself into a corner and am now no longer allowed to have alcohol in public settings. It’s not too much of an obstacle to overcome, but it is some unneeded hardship that I brought onto myself.

  But there is an additional variable added to tonight that jammed a wrench in our plans. My parents called me the morning after Scout and I had sex. I was woken up by my phone ringing at its maximum volume. On the other end, my father. He was very upset that I had decided to get engaged without informing anybody in the family. Apparently, my mother broke down into tears after finding out about my engagement from an article online as opposed to her own son. To remedy this, I insisted that I take them out for dinner sometime this week.