Entranced (The Alpha Stranger) Book 3 (5 page)

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I am blindfolded, in the Ferrari, with my top off. I can’t help it. Perhaps I am a little drunk and more than a little horny. I swear if I didn’t have this blindfold on, I would dive on my lover’s dick. But I think it’s a good idea to let my anonymous lover concentrate on the road. I think he is doing twice the posted speed limit on PCH. I feel my lover play with my tits as he speeds back towards Malibu. He runs his hands down between my legs. I’m more than happy to get completely naked for my man.

“You are going to make it really hard for me to concentrate on the road,” my lover says.

“I just want to be naked so bad!” I tell him.

“Now, that’s a good girl,” he says.

I begin to play with my nipples as my lover works his free hand between my legs. I take one of my free hands and begin to fumble with that big bulge in his pants. It doesn’t take me long to completely disregard highway safety and go for that dick.

I unzip my lover’s pants and pull out that thick rod of his. There is something about grabbing a hard dick while blindfolded. My imagination runs wild. I begin to kiss that hard dick while my lover spanks my ass. My lover places his free hand on my head. I open my mouth and slowly slide my wet lips down on that dick. Judging by my lover’s moans, I am doing a rather fine job considering the tight confines of this exotic sports car. The great thing about being blindfolded is that I can only imagine what my anonymous lover’s facial expressions must look like.

As I am sucking off my man, I feel the car veer off to the side of the road. The engine is turned off. My lover pulls my head off of his cock and rips the blindfold off of my eyes. The first thing I see is my lover frantically trying to get undressed. “Dammit. I can’t wait until we get back to my place.” Hey, my lover couldn’t give me a higher compliment. He opens the door to his Ferrari. I can hear the traffic on PCH while the driver’s side door is open. A few seconds later, the passenger’s side door is open. My anonymous lover pulls me out of the Ferrari and bends me over the front of the car. I feel him tie that blindfold around my wrists.

My lover pushes my face right down on the hood of the car while he slowly dry humps my ass cheeks. Hearing the traffic speed by makes me so excited. The thought that someone could be watching us get ready to fuck is really turning me on. Perhaps playing in front of crowds is turning me into an exhibitionist. I feel my man’s cock slowly enter me from behind. I arch my back as my lover goes deep. He grabs my shoulders and begins to slowly grind his dick deep inside of my body.

“I just love the way your young body looks from every angle,” he says. He begins to slowly pump me. The right side of my face is pressed hard against the hood of my lover’s $400,000 Ferrari. The fact that I am getting fucked on such a nice car makes me feel special. I know that sounds superficial. But this would not be nearly as romantic if I were bent over my ten year old Honda. My lover pulls on my hair and starts to pump me faster and faster. I begin to moan. My lover places his right hand over my mouth. Now, I’m getting fucked at full speed.

My lover pulls out and turns me around. He pushes me onto the hood of the car. I am on my back with my legs propped up into the air. I stare at my lover’s strong chest and flat stomach as he prepares to give me more of that wonderful dick of his. My anonymous lover enters me as headlights pass over both of our bodies. Yes, I am sure that people see us fucking. It wouldn’t surprise me if we “inspire” several car accidents before this is all over.

We fuck harder and harder. I reach up and grab my man’s chest. I pinch my nipples and play with my tits. Then he starts to slap me as I get my brains fucked out of my head. The feeling is so intense that I start to scream. Now I know we are going to get in trouble. I get closer and closer to the ultimate climax. My lover pushes his cock all the way inside of my body and grits his teeth. We both come harder than we’ve ever come before. My chest heaves. I can feel the veins popping out of my neck. As I release from that orgasmic high, a lone tear streams down my cheek.

My lover leans over and hugs me. The traffic continues to speed down PCH. It’s not like either of us care. My life has changed over the course of a few hours. And my anonymous lover doesn’t seem to give a fuck what anyone thinks about him. I would love to know what it is like to have that kind of power and confidence. Perhaps I will learn about those feelings when I begin my official recording career.

We get dressed. My lover blindfolds me again and puts me back into the Ferrari. We speed back to the Malibu mansion. Even though it is almost one in the morning, I am anything but tired. I would love to go at it again. But my lover does need to get back to work in a few hours. And I have a big day ahead of me as well. I will have to get back to Santa Monica to sign that contract.

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“I thought you could afford to sleep in a few hours. I called the office and told them that I would not be in until eleven,” my lover says as he takes me back to Santa Monica. I am starting to get used to wearing this blindfold as I ride in the Ferrari. It’s actually kind of soothing. Once I got over the initial trepidation of having my sight taken away from me, the calming darkness can do wonders for one’s imagination. We arrive in Santa Monica at about 10:30 a.m. My lover removes the blindfold and congratulates me on the big signing. “Enjoy this moment. You’ve earned it,” he says I get rewarded with a nice kiss on the lips.

I skip up to my producer’s building and ring the buzzer. The door is unlocked. I trot up the stairs and find the reception area decorated with balloons and streamers. A giant banner drapes across the reception area with the words, “Congratulations Carrie!” written across it in big bold letters. Damn, I am going to cry again. Several people from the company escort me back to Jonathan’s office. They are all looking at me as though I am some sort of big celebrity. It’s so weird. I was literally a “nobody” just a few days ago. I enter the office to find several people in suits sitting on the sofa examining pieces of paper. At Jonathan’s desk is a woman looking over what I assume is the recording contract. The producer himself is sitting on the sofa staring at his laptop.

“Hey Carrie!” Jonathan says as he hops up from the sofa. We hug. The producer looks a little tired from last night. I’m sure we both have a hint of rings around our eyes. “Carrie. This is Alison Lipowitz. Her and her staff have been reviewing the contract since it came in about three hours ago.”

Miss Lipowitz stands up and shakes my hand. It’s one of those strong handshakes that nearly breaks all the bones in my fingers. “Congratulations on the record breaking deal,” the attorney says. “Sony’s contracts are usually rather straightforward. We just want to make sure that there is nothing in here that is objectionable.”

“Sounds great!” I say as the intimidating lawyer sits back down and reviews my contract.

Jonathan grabs his laptop and pulls up TMZ’s website. “You were all over the gossip sites this morning. In fact, the incident at the bar has been on the morning news shows. Sony should be happy. You are already generating tons of press.”

“Wow. That’s awesome,” I say as I look at TMZ’s website. On the front page is a grainy video screencap of me kissing my anonymous lover.

“So I didn’t know you were dating the elusive Mr. Ames,” Jonathan says.



“Who?!”



Jonathan laughs. “Your boyfriend. Liam Ames. The billionaire!” he says.

Ailson Lipowitz turns around and stands up from her chair. All the blood drains from her face.

“You are dating Liam Ames?!” she says. Now, I am starting to get nervous. My anonymous lover’s name seems to strike some sort of instant visceral reaction.

“I know you are going to think I am insane, but I don’t know the name Liam Ames,” I say nervously.

Alison shakes her head as she looks at the website. Then she puts down the laptop and stares at me. “The Ames Family essentially runs the global banking system. And your boyfriend, Liam Ames the Fourth, runs the family. He refuses to be photographed by the media. Until now, most people didn’t even know what he looked like. If you don’t mind me asking, where exactly did you meet him?”

“In a parking garage,” I say meekly.

“And he never told you his name?” Alison says with a look of utter shock on her face.



“I guess he wanted to keep his identity a secret,” I offer.

“Wow. I wonder how he is going to react to this,” Alison says as she looks at the video screencap image on the gossip site. Her words just hang there for a moment. I don’t react. She goes back to her chair and continues to read the contract.
How is he going to react?

Of course, he is not going to be happy. My lover goes to great lengths to protect his privacy. Because of me, that privacy is forever shattered. I may lose him. Suddenly, my heart begins to sink. This should be the happiest day of my life. I am about to become the one-in-a-million LA dreamers who becomes rich and famous. Yet, there is a sick feeling, in the pit of my stomach, that the one man I love will finally break it off with me.

“The contract looks good,” Alison says to me and Jonathan.

“Excellent,” the producer says. “The folks at the label want Carrie to sign it over at their place and make a big photo op out of it. We’ll call them so they can send the limo over.”

I look up with the most pained expression on my face.

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asks me.

“Nothing,” I lie.

“Oh, you’re just nervous. I’ll make sure everything goes okay. Alison and I will protect you and make sure everything goes over well,” Jonathan says in his most assuring voice.

It’s hard for me to savor this moment. All I can do is think of my lover - Liam. I wish I could call him. I don’t know his number. I could probably track down his office and ask for him. Oh yeah, that would go over well. I just have to sit and wait and hope that he will come back for me.

Everything around me becomes a whirlwind. A limo is sent. I walk downstairs and find this beautiful white limo. This will be my first limo ride in my entire life. Yet, I am not happy. I feel as though I am headed towards a funeral. I don’t care how much money I am going to have at the end of the day. If I lose Liam, my heart will break. I lean my head against the window as we ride towards the Sony Records offices. I look out at the billboards for various movies, TV shows and record labels. I look at the famous people on those billboards - the movie stars, the rock stars, the celebrity icons. I will be joining them. Today, is the emptiest victory I could possibly imagine.

We arrive at Sony Records. There is a group of twenty men and women decked out in business suits. There are also several photographers and a cameraman. The limo door opens and I get out. The people begin to applaud. Photographs of me are taken. An older gentleman walks up to me with his hand extended. “My name is Archie Well, the CEO of Sony Entertainment. We are honored that you have decided to join us.” I am too much in shock to react properly to this moment. The CEO puts his arm around me and smiles for the various photographers. I try my best to fake a smile. I am dying on the inside.

We are whisked into the building. Various execs are trying to get my attention. “We can’t wait to get you into a studio!” says one exec. “We already have plans for TV appearances,” another one says. This is all just becoming too much for me. About fifty of us are rushed into this massive glass and bamboo conference room. The ceiling is about two stories high. There is a giant cake with a toy piano on top. Banners with my name are all over the place.

The CEO begins to speak. I can’t hear the words coming out of his mouth. All I can think about is my lover. He has a name now. Liam. I picture Liam looking at those photos on the Internet. I can see him closing his laptop and swearing off ever knowing me. My legs feel wobbly. Everyone in the room is smiling except for me. A pen is placed in my hand and the contract is presented in front of me. I look down and begin to sign my name on the papers. This should be the happiest moment of my life - the culmination of all of my dreams. But all I can think about is Liam. My vision begins to blur. I see a woman grab a giant knife and begin to cut into the celebratory cake. The blade slides into the frost. My knees buckle. I try to grab onto the table. I go down.

Everything goes black. Suddenly, all of the pain is released from my body. I feel calm now. I am letting go off all of the hurt. I begin to see myself on the ground. Everyone is running towards my body. I am floating further away from them. Am I dead? Is this how it all ends? The further I move away from my body, the more comfortable I feel. Perhaps it’s all for the better. Maybe my life was never meant to be a happy one. Perhaps a girl like me - a girl who hooks up with strangers in a garage - was never entitled to everlasting love. Perhaps I deserve to become another L.A. cautionary tale. The people around me are beginning to panic. A young female executive is crying. As much as I want the pain to go away, something pulls me back down.