Perfectly Lonely - Jessica Marin Page 0,82
movies. I’m still striving for that kind of life, but instead, I’m living in a secret apartment that no one knows about in Chicago in order to follow his every move while he plays house with the mother of his children.
Never would I’ve imagined him falling in love with someone else. Nor would I’ve believed it would be with a commoner. I snort in disgust as an image of Jenna Pruitt comes to mind. I guess some might think she’s pretty… if you think a fat mouse with beady brown eyes is fucking pretty. I don’t understand what he sees in her. And her body… ugh! She looks like a small man with her muscled arms and legs. Why any man likes an athletic body in a woman is beyond me. I keep myself lean and tight, with the help of Pilates, cigarettes and cocaine. Food is a nuisance. I eat because I have to, but I try to get away with the bare minimum.
I shake my head, not understanding why this is happening to me. Jenna was only supposed to be a fling. I paid enormous amounts of money to people to help keep them apart. I thought I got rid of her until her out of control best friend drunkenly told a story involving a “secret” that Jenna was keeping. Turns out, that person she told was paparazzi and he sold the story for a lot of money.
A story whose secret was a child that Cal didn’t know he even had.
A story that painted Cal’s reputation as a deadbeat father.
I knew all about Cal’s child before he did. I kept that secret because I knew if he found out, he would be lost to me forever. I thought I had borrowed time until the little brat was old enough to either want to find her daddy or want nothing to do with him. I was hoping Jenna would find someone else to be the kid’s father. But four years later, that bitch was still not married and once the story became public, Cal immediately flew to Chicago to meet his daughter.
I didn’t panic at first. During those four years, I spent as much time as I could with Cal. We made a movie together with Sean. We went on vacation together, we were each other’s dates to movie premieres and we talked on the phone daily. I made sure to sabotage any other woman that came into his life before he could even really think about them. Fortunately, Cal is a workaholic and was determined to make a name for himself in Hollywood. He put dating on hold and I made myself available to him whenever he needed a date for any award ceremony, event, or even just to go out. We were photographed all the time together and I anonymously paid the press money to print stories about us secretly dating. As his fame rose, he barely paid attention to himself in the press and when his publicist brought the stories to his attention and asked if he wanted to issue a cease and desist for printing false information, he laughed it off and said he didn’t care if they thought we were together.
That was when I knew I had chance.
I started to act more aggressive with him, more suggestive. He used to only look at me as a friend, but then one night at a party, he looked at me differently. The lust showed up in his eyes as his gaze lingered on my lips. Lips that I’ve been told look amazing wrapped around men’s dicks. I was determined to have them wrapped around his that night. I proceeded to keep pumping him with alcohol as the taste of victory was near. When I saw he was teetering on the line between buzzed and inebriated, I made my move. I took him to a bathroom, locked the door and attempted to make him mine.
His lips were the most delicious lips I’ve ever tasted.
His tongue awakened a desire that no man has ever come close to making me feel.
He had me pinned to the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist and was this close to having him inside me, bare with no condom, when the banging on the door startled us apart. It was as if an ice cold bucket of water was poured on him. He looked at me, saw the position we were in and dropped me as if I burned him. He quickly