Hollywood Playboy (Hollywood Royalty 1)

“Yeah, I think I’m going to order in and just rest up for tomorrow,” I tell her, and I do just that. I spend the night in my room, and the next day when the alarm wakes me at six, I shut it off and skip the gym. Instead, I do sit-ups in the room while I watch CNN and then Dateline. When did I start watching CNN and Dateline? The door to my suite opens at seven forty-five, and Cassie comes in with coffee.

“Hey, I didn’t know you wouldn’t be in the gym this morning,” she says, putting it down on the table and then coming over to watch the last of the second Dateline episode I’m watching. “It’s going to be a crazy night,” she says. “The barricades are already up, and the fans have been chanting your name.” Picking up the remote, she turns the channel, and I see the red carpet is already out and some of the cameras are already set up. “So from ten until two, it’s interviews with the ten journalists. Then you get ready for the red carpet tonight. It’s at six, so we have to leave here at five thirty. Autumn is your red carpet date tonight.” I nod at her, going into my room and taking a shower. I grab my blue dress pants with a light blue shirt, matching it with my brown Hermes belt. I roll the sleeves up. Putting on my silver Rolex watch, I grab my phone and put it in my back pocket.

“We are starting the interviews with Jessica this morning. You need me there?” she asks me, and I shake my head. We made a deal, and I’m going to stick with my end.

We make it to the floor, and I walk out and see Yamina and Yolanda again. “Good morning.” They greet me with a huge smile. I bet once this shit is over, these two are going to get shitfaced for a week. I smile at them. “We are ready when you are. Jessica is already in room seven.”

I walk toward the room and look over at Cassie. “Do me a favor. Give those two a week away in Mexico on me. Five-star treatment.” She just nods, taking her phone out and making notes.

I get to the room and walk in, not sure what I’m expecting, but Jessica sits in her chair with a paper on her lap. “Morning,” I say. She looks up, and if I thought not seeing her in the gym this morning would not matter, I was wrong. She smiles at me, getting up to show me that she’s wearing a pantsuit, the pants ending a little bit after her knee. Her arms are bare, but I’m drawn to her sky-high heels that look like the straps are wrapped around her ankle five or six times. Her hair is tied in a ponytail again, but stray pieces are falling in the front.

“Morning,” she says, and I sit in the chair in front of her. She looks up. “Perfect timing.”

I just nod. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? “So I read that it took you seventeen tries to get just one little scene in the movie.” She goes straight into the interview with her game face on.

“You have to be a bit more specific about that one,” I say, my tone unbothered. “There were lots of scenes that took more takes than I liked.”

“The skydiving scene,” she says quickly, and then I nod. The fifteen minutes fly by, and I’m actually enjoying talking about the stunts I performed.

Cassie sticks her head into the room. “Time.” I get up and so does Jessica.

“Have a great day,” she says. I look over at her, and she smiles, her head tilted to the side. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” I say, but I don’t go into details. Instead, I just walk out and continue my interviews. The afternoon flies by, and I don’t see any of it. By the time I get time to myself, I’m in the car on my way to the premiere, and Autumn is sitting next to me. “The temperature is cooler here,” I say to her, and she looks up from her phone, agreeing with me. We get there, and I step out of the car, waving and holding my hand out for Autumn. “Get ready for the madness,” I tell her, and she just nods and steps aside when I walk over to the fans, giving autographs and posing for pictures. After I finish, we walk toward the red carpet. I guide Autumn with my hand as she stands next to me smiling. I look at the hundreds of flashes that are going off, my name being yelled.

“Hey there, handsome.” I hear from beside me and see that it’s Roxanne. I smile at her, my body not reacting the way it should. She is standing there in a tight ass cream-colored dress, showing off her perfect natural C tits. Her curves fill out the dress, her long black hair straight and hanging down. Her brown eyes light up while she walks to me and kisses me on the cheek, causing the press to go wild. We pose for pictures together, and I walk down the carpet with my hand in hers.