Starstruck - Book Three

STARSTRUCK:

BOOK THREE

GEMMA BROOKS

Copyright 2014 Gemma
Brooks

All Rights Reserved

    DISCLAIMER

The characters and
events portrayed in this book are purely a work of fiction and used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not
intended by the author.

   MATURE CONTENT

This short story
contains sexually explicit material and is intended for persons over the age of
18 only. By downloading and viewing this book, you are stating that you
acknowledge that this book has mature content. All of the characters involved
in the sexual situations of this story are intended to be at least 18 years old
or older, whether they are described as such or not.

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Life with A-list actor Hudson Smith was nothing short of a
dream come true for sweet, small-town Brynn Dawson. But life in the spotlight
isn’t easy, especially when dealing with Hudson’s ex, the scheming and resourceful
actress, Ava Fox, who will stop at nothing to get the one thing she wants.

On top of everything else, her personal life is unraveling
at the speed of light as the people closest to her inexplicably turn against
her. Amidst all the chaos, there’s only one person she can trust…but only if
she can force herself to ignore the rumors.

   TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

ABOUT GEMMA

The water whirred and rushed past my ears as I swam lap
after lap in Hudson’s saltwater pool. The waterfall from the grotto combined
with the birds chirping above provided the sweetest sounds I’d heard in a long
time. I loved being in his backyard. It was peaceful. Serene. Beautiful.

“Brynn, come eat,” Hudson called out from the covered patio
as he put his tablet down.

Flor sat a tray down in front of him that was loaded with
fresh fruits, various muffins, eggs, and a carafe of fresh, squeezed orange juice.

I climbed out of the pool and wrapped a towel around my
black string bikini. As I took a seat next to Hudson, the sun began to peek
through the canopy of trees above us and filter down, warming my skin. Hudson
looked gorgeous in any light, but in that light, he looked spectacular. I
couldn’t believe this was my life. It didn’t feel real.

“It’s good to be back,” I said to him as I noshed on some
scrambled eggs.

“It’s good to have you back,” he said with a smile. He
couldn’t take his eyes off of me, which was a good thing. I wasn’t wearing a
speck of makeup, and he still found me utterly desirable. “Say, I was going to
talk to you about that premier.”

“What premier?” I asked as I tried to rack my brain.

“Remember, a couple weeks ago I told you about a red carpet
event I had to go to as part of this media blitz?” he said. A nervous look
washed over his face. “It’s this Wednesday. You said you’d go. You’re still
going, right?”

“I completely spaced it off,” I said. “Um, yeah, I can go.”

I didn’t want him to know that the idea of being around all
those cameras and all those other famous people made me want to throw up.
Despite the changes in my outward appearance, I was still an easy target for
the media to dismember and throw to the wolves as long as I was hanging on
Hudson’s arm.

“You look nervous,” he laughed.

I shrugged. “I just hate people looking at me.”

“Is it because of what happened a month ago? With the
tabloids and the fall?” he asked. “Brynn, you’ve got to get over that. Do you
want me to go online and show you horrible photos of myself? I will. They’re
out there. They exist. You just have to push them out of your mind and move on.
For every bad picture of you floating around out there, there are a hundred
good ones.”

“I suppose,” I said. I’d suddenly lost my appetite. Of
course I was going to accompany him, but it wouldn’t be without reservations. This
sort of thing went along with being his girlfriend. It was pretty much a
packaged deal.

“No one’s going to be looking at you as much as you think,”
he said. In his attempt to reassure me, he almost offended me. He laughed,
“That sounds bad. I didn’t mean it that way.”

I laughed. “I knew what you meant. People will be talking to
you and asking you questions, and I’ll just be one of those people who stand in
the background holding their clutch and looking pretty.”

“Exactly,” he said as he reached over and patted my hand.
“You’re so good at this already.”

“I’ve never had to get dolled up this way,” I told him.
“Except for prom, which is hardly comparable.”

Back in Rock River, getting ready for prom meant donning an
off-the-rack dress from the nearest department store, going to a local salon
for a tight, bobby-pinned up do, and getting together with your girlfriends to
slap on a little bit of drugstore makeup.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said. “I’ll have my team
get you ready. You don’t even have to lift a finger. Just send Alec your
measurements. He’ll pull some dresses. My hair and makeup team will come here.
It’ll all be a piece of cake.”

I wrapped my hands around my glass of chilled juice and
leaned back, wet hair dripping down my back.

“Sounds fun when you put it that way actually,” I said as my
lips curled into a smile. “A girl could get used to that.”

“And a girl should,” he smiled as he winked at me.

The day of the red carpet event was nothing but a blur of
makeup, hairspray, perfume, double stick tape, and a steady stream of cocktails
to ease my nerves. As my long, chestnut hair was back teased and brushed into
the most elegant, glam style I’d ever seen, Hudson was on the phone with his
“people” going over talking points for his interviews.

Hudson slipped me a Xanax on the ride over, and I silently
told myself everything would be fine. The press wasn’t vicious like the
paparazzi. This was all work.

I did my best to look confident and calm in the background
while Hudson fielded questions from various media outlets. He did a few
interviews and then we were whisked away to the theatre where we were able to
get cozy and watch his film besides other a-listers and Hollywood
business-types.

In all my life, I’d never seen such a beautiful theatre
before. Plush, velvet seats and ornate gold leafing on the ceiling were just a
few of the incredible details that surrounded us. I probably spent more time
admiring the insanely elaborate surroundings than actually watching his movie.

Just as soon as it had started, it was all over, and by the
time we reached our limo, my buzz had worn off. I suddenly found myself looking
after a very drunk Hudson Smith. I’d never seen him so drunk before, and I
chalked it up to the fact that he was so busy that day he didn’t eat much. He
wasn’t as tanked-up as he was the night I didn’t come back, but it was a close
second.

“This way,” I said as I led him to the waiting car and
helped him climb in.

He slid across the black leather and leaned back. With his
head resting at an awkward angle and his eyes closed, a huge smile crept across
his face.

“What are you smiling about?” I asked, curious.

“Everything,” he said. He opened his mouth to elaborate more
and then stopped. “Just everything. I’m so happy, Brynn. You make me so happy.”

“Okay,” I said. He was just drunk. I’d taken care of Luke a
million times before in his various stages of drunken stupor and he was a
million times worse. This was nothing.

The limo dropped us off at Hudson’s house, and I escorted
him inside. A half hour in the car had done him a little bit of good, as he was
becoming more and more coherent.

“Let’s go sit out by the pool,” I said. It was a clear,
starry night and I was all jacked up on adrenaline still. I wasn’t ready to
retire just yet.

Hudson followed me outside where we pulled up chairs
together, and I finally kicked off my painfully gorgeous Louboutins.

“Oh, my gosh,” I sighed. “They can breathe now.”

“Here,” he said as he grabbed my feet and sat them in his
lap. His muscular hands began gently rubbing all the aches and pains away, just
like he had that night after my shift at the diner. He was always taking good
care of me and had from the very beginning.

“That feels amazing,” I moaned. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he said. “I always hate going to those
things. Having you there by my side made it a little more bearable.”

“You hate red carpet events?” I asked. “Isn’t that sort of a
huge part of your job?”

“My love of acting has nothing to do with loving publicity
or being in the spotlight,” he said. “But at this point in my career, they kind
of have to go hand in hand.”

I realized then that there was so much I didn’t know about
him. I’d always kept my questions to myself because I didn’t want him to think
of me as some fan girl.

“How did you get into acting?” I asked.

“I did a few commercials as a kid,” he said as he continued
working wonders on my poor toes. “Just went from there.”

“I don’t remember you being a child actor,” I said.

“I wasn’t,” he said. “Just commercials. Nothing you’d
probably remember. But the acting bug bit me young. I did a lot of community
theater, set up shop in L.A., waited tables for a while, and waited for my big
break.”

“You waited tables?” I asked as I leaned over and slapped
his arm. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“That was a long time ago, Brynn,” he laughed. “It was such
a boring time in my life. It’s not even worth talking about. And it’s so damn
cliché.”

“True,” I laughed.

I sat quietly for a minute, admiring his ridiculous good
looks under the pale moon light that trickled through the trees above.

“What?” he asked. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

I smiled a Cheshire cat grin. “I’m just happy.”

“Good,” he said. “You should be.”

“It’s so funny,” I continued. “I had posters of you hanging
on my wall when I was in middle school and now I’m sitting here. With you.”

“Way to make me feel old,” he teased.

“Oh, stop,” I said. “It’s just crazy that I’m here with you
now. I never in a million years thought this was remotely even a possibility
for my life. It doesn’t even feel real.”

My mind wandered back to Rock River for a second as I
thought about what I was missing out on. Luke was definitely down at the
Manhattan bar getting drunk off his ass, and Piper was probably somewhere nearby.
She never had anything better to do. Heck, the entire town was probably there.
Luke was probably cooling off after a long day in the field, and if I knew him
at all, he was probably working on his third or fourth beer by now. Had I never
met Hudson, I’d be right along there beside him.

“Everything happens exactly the way it should,” Hudson said
in a moment of clarity. He moved my feet off his lap and stood up to stretch.
“Now, come inside so I can rip that dress off and have my way with you.”

I took his hand and followed him in, his hand wrapping back
and resting on my lower back as he pushed me towards his room. My heart pounded
in my ears as I anticipated what was to come.

The minute we stepped into his room and shut the door, his
hand reached behind and gently unzipped the back of my dress. It fell to the
floor, revealing my silky, black strapless bra and lace thong. He tugged at his
tie and pulled it off as my fingers fumbled to unbutton each and every button
of his white shirt.

His mouth trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone as I
was finally able to rip him free of his shirt. My hands wrestled with his belt
buckle and unzipped his pants, as I lowered myself to my knees and pulled them
off of him. The bulge in his underwear was all I needed to see. I pulled his
perfect member out, gripped it with my hand and placed my wet mouth around it.