Stage Left (Bright Lights Billionaire #1)

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quick hug.
    "Love you too. Be careful." I watched her go and resigned myself to letting Jace take me home. Where it wasn't the best decision in the world, it would end in bliss beyond anything I'd experienced in the last few months.
    I spun around and studied the faces on the dance floor until I found him wrapped around some tiny Asian chick, giving her what looked like a pre-fucking on the dance floor.
    "Or maybe not." I chuckled and walked to the bar for another beer. A few more dances and I'd be headed home to watch a good movie and curl up on the couch. Maybe something with Ethan in it. That way I could bask in my obsession without anyone knowing just how fucked up he left me feeling.
    An open audition was a horrible idea, but one I was going to go for - maybe. Besides... there was no way in hell I was going to get the part. Not even if I sold sex to do it.

Chapter 4
    Ethan
     
     
    I woke up early the next morning, hoping to find time to get to the gym before having breakfast with Deza and Frank. Guess the old goat wanted to tell me about the open auditions himself. Funny that he was doing it the day after it was released in the papers.
    The warmth beneath my covers left me not wanting to move. I groaned at the thought of the chick from the night before. She'd been overly eager to follow me around during the party, making herself look like my girlfriend to everyone with a camera. It was no matter. Deza would set them all straight with a statement about us being good to our fans.
    "Almost too good." I arched my hips as I took myself in my hand and tugged at my hardened flesh. I couldn't get my fingers wrapped around the thickness of my cock, but it was what it was. Most women couldn't get anything wrapped around it. After spending most of my teenage years frustrated over the number of times I'd worked a girl up to being ready to take me only to have her unable to do it, I was ready to give up.
    Amber barely got a few inches in her mouth before gagging, turning and throwing up all over the floor of the hotel room. A quick text to Deza, and she showed up with an emergency. I promised to call the hysterical girl, who just knew we were meant to be, and left with one more strike against me.
    "Fucked up. So fucked up," I mumbled and thrusted against my tightened fingers, loving the pressure.
    The image of the pretty girl rolled through my mind, and I rolled over and grabbed my phone, texting D to send me her name and picture.
    I got a 'why' back and laughed.
    "So I can fuck myself while looking at her?" I rolled my eyes and texted back for her to stop asking questions she didn't want the answer to and send the picture.
    A smile lifted my lips as the picture came through, and I stroked myself one more time as a groan left me.
    "Riley. Nice." I closed my eyes and imagined her above me, those sexy lips running along my neck, her breasts pressed to my chest.
    It didn't take more than a few minutes to feel like I was going to explode into a million pieces.
    I rolled onto my stomach, her beautiful face in my mind as I rocked myself in and out of my hand, pressing my face to the bed as I came long and hard.
    "That's it, Riley. Work it pretty girl." I groaned loudly, not at all worried about my depravity. It was a lonely life, and finding pleasure in fucking myself when no one else was capable of doing it was enough. For now.
    I rolled back over a sticky mess, breathing like a freight train as I enjoyed the high the orgasm provided. I licked my lips and reached down to start all over again. Two or three more times and I'd feel like I could make it through another day of the life everyone dreamt of having.
    Everyone but me.
     
    *
     
    "Do I even want to know about why you wanted that girl's picture?" Deza glanced up from the table she was sitting at in my favorite breakfast cafe. She stirred her coffee slowly as her eyes moved across me.
    "No and stop checking me out. I told you that fucking each other would mess up this brother-sister
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