Good Boy... Bad Man: The All-American Boy
The best actress category comes up and I sit there waiting patiently. I am up against so many greats there’s no way I’ll win.
“Evie Dexter,” Adam Sandler, last year’s best actor, announces and for a second I don’t move. I can’t. Adam stands up and pulls me to my feet and kisses me.
“Baby, you won. Go.”
I walk up on stage like a zombie, shake Adam’s hand and take my award from him.
“Oh. My. God!” I shout. “I’d like to thank the conservatory for this honor. I’d like to thank, my husband Adam, for making this movie and letting me be in it. I’d like to thank my family, and the people of Deacon Texas. Dreams do come true and yours can too.” I walk off stage and get my picture taken with the press before one of the models is dragging me back to the wings of the stage.
“Adam Campbell,” Eve Alice shouts and Adam comes up on stage. I love how he just shook her hand when she went in for a Hollywood kiss. My man doesn’t touch other women, just a friendly handshake when the occasion calls for it. We’ve vowed to only make romantic movies together. He’s gone back to his action films and I haven’t done anything since Lottie Mae, though I’m ready to get back to work.
“Wow. What an honor. Thank you to the conservatory for this award. It means so much. I’d like to thank my wife for inspiring me beyond reason. When I was eleven years old, I saw Evie on screen and my whole life changed. Now she’s my wife and the mother of my child. She’s a hundred percent right. Dreams do come true. Thank you,” he says and I rush out on stage to be with him. We kiss and people are clapping. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this man.
His mama told me he used to be a good boy but now he’s my badass man and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
I look up in awe at my wife’s perky, bouncing tits, hypnotized by them. She grins down at me as she grabs my hard cock and guides it into her heat.
“Oooh, so full,” she moans as she fully seats herself on me. Then she starts moving and her pussy grips me, hanging on for dear life, as as I thrust my hips up, hard.
“That’s it, baby, ride my dick,” I demand as my wife takes her pleasure on top of me. Her fingernails dig into my pecs as she moans my name. Flipping us over, I take control and pound into her over and over again until we are both sweaty and sated. I pull out of her and drop down on the bed beside her. We are on location in Africa, in a glamping tent, something I never thought I’d be in, for a film her sister wrote. It stars Evie, Jenna, Darren, and I as American tourists who get lost in modern-day Egypt and go back in time. It’s pretty good if I do say so myself. There is even a role for Molly, she plays the girls mom.
Five years and two kids later, we are on top of the world. The Dexter-Campbell dynasty is off to a great start. Our oldest, Tara, just landed her first role as the toddler aged version of her mother in a new movie. I’m sure the baby, Gregory, will be in them as soon as he’s able to talk.
When I started on this journey, I wasn’t sure it would lead to her, though no one else would do. I hate leaving her to film, but that homecoming is always sweet. I knew a piece of me was missing before her but now that I have her I didn’t know just how big that piece was. There is nothing in my life that I would change except I’d have more kids, but I think we are done at two.
Growing up, I knew. I had a plan for how the rest of my life would go but I never thought I was lucky enough to get it, but I did.
“What are you thinking about over there?” Evie asks, placing kisses on my pec.
“About how lucky I am.”
“I’m lucky too.”
“It’s not a contest, baby,” I say chuckling.