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knees and I sat up wide eyed and confused. What the hell was going on?
     
    "Just stay here.  I will be right back,” he said as he walked out of the room and down the hall to the door.
     
    I tried to fix my hair and look less flustered as though I was not in the midst of having sex. I hoped that whoever it was would not be coming inside. Then I heard raised voices. One of them was his voice, and the other was a female voice. It was very familiar to me, which was strange because I didn't know any of his friends. Then I heard the voice getting louder, it was angry. No, not just angry it was coming inside, "who the hell is here?" The voice said as it came closer and closer. I was suddenly frightened and confused. However I was not prepared for what happened next. In walked Casey Caster, the famous model turned movie star. I knew exactly who she was because she and Jackson had been off and on for almost 10 years. I was in shock as she came into the room and stared at me and gave me an evil glance. What the hell was I supposed to do now?
     
    I was in a frozen state of confusion and shock. Were they still a couple? Had I been seduced by a bad boy in the worst way possible, meaning I was being used to cheat on his girlfriend. This was not happening to me! Not only had I gone back on my word to myself to not fuck up my career by fucking the lead, I now had unwanted drama. Casey was a notorious bitch, very aggressive and scary. This was not good. I didn’t know how I would get out of this with out having my name dragged through every mud puddle throughout Hollywood. I had fucked up. I new that my reputation at this crucial time of the beginning of my career was not to be fucked with, yet I went ahead and let my lust lead me. I was completely fucked.
     
     
     
     
     
    ROSALYN
     
    I was in awe of everything that had happened to me. It was as of all of my dreams came true as far as romance and my career were concerned. I had accomplished what so many women had dreamed of, not just in general… but about the exact same man. Jackson Lane was the motorcycle bad boy action movie star, and not only was he set to star in my very first screenplay, but things had also turned sensual between us. I had a massive crush on this man since I was a teenager. He was almost 10 years older than I was, so I did have posters of him on my walls when I was growing up. Now, the universe had given me everything I had dreamed of, the epic writing career, and my dream man. It is ok to dream, because things can come true, even as far-fetched as they seem. However, sometimes a dream can turn into a bit of a nightmare, like what I was experiencing now.
     
    After first meeting Jackson Lane at a producer meeting regarding my screenplay and the part he might play, there had been a sexual chemistry tension between us. It was thick. However, I didn't think too much of it because he was a charming man who was able to acquire any woman he wanted, so I knew not to take his flirting too seriously. That was until he took me for a ride on his motorcycle and things escalated. I had told myself that I would not become involved with him, because it was too dangerous for my career. I did not want people thinking I fucked my way into Hollywood, but that turned out to be a promise I could not keep. We spent a lot of time together working on the character development of my screenplay, and naturally the sexual tension between us exploded. Things were going great, more than great. After a few hours of working together, I gave in to the desires that I had possessed for so many years. We were right in the middle of him pleasing me when a nightmare showed up at his door.
     
    There I sat frozen on Jackson's couch as his ex-girlfriend yelled at me. Her name was Casey Caster, and she was a well-known bitch in Hollywood and a model actress super star. I knew that she and Jackson had been a couple in the past, and had heard they had been off and on over the last ten years but I