Unscripted (27 page)

“
I thought you were going to spend all day making love to me?” I teased.

Ronan arched a brow at me, replying, “I know and I’m sorry, but something pressing has come up that I must go deal with.”

What business could Ronan possibly have on a Sunday? My mind was still reeling from my run-in with Grady. As much as I didn’t want Ronan to go, I was kind of grateful he was leaving me alone for bit so I could collect my thoughts.

“
What time are we going to dinner?”

“
I made reservations for seven,” he said with a smile as he stood up from the couch and began to button up his jacket. He walked out the door with Dean and said he’d see me in a few hours.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I decided to check my email and schedule for work the next day. Thank goodness it was a short week. Once it was over, I was on a three week vacation until after the New Year. I had an email from Amelia asking me to please call her – that it was urgent. I couldn’t blow her off any longer. She obviously needed to talk to me about something. Amelia picked up on the second ring.

“
Amelia, hey, how are you?”

“
Not doing half as well as you are these days Holliday,” she remarked callously. I wondered what was with the attitude.

“
What are you talking about Amelia?”

“
The tabloids have you linked romantically with Ronan Connolly. How’s that going for you?” There was sharpness in her voice.

“
Yes, it’s true. We are together,” I answered her question and immediately changed the subject to her family. “How are Drew and the kids doing?”

“
They’re doing fine, but we could be doing better, which is why I need to talk to you, Holliday.”

“
Okay, are you in some kind of trouble?”

Amelia went on to tell me about how Drew had lost his job and had been out of work for six months. Apparently she’d had to get a job when he’d lost his. Amelia’s job kept them afloat, but they’d had to sell their house in Greenwich and move into a smaller place. Her son needed medication for his plethora of allergies, and her insurance didn’t cover the most expensive prescriptions, so they were paying out of pocket.

“
Listen, I’m going to be direct. I want five million dollars, or I’m going to the press to tell them about your connection with Derek Saunders.”

“
What?” I was shocked by her cold threat to me. “Why would you want to do that to me, Amelia?”

“
A reporter has called me a few times since news of you and Ronan’s relationship was splashed online, wanting to know more about you. The reporter said her magazine would pay me for any information I could get them about you personally. Stuff like what you were like in college and what you did before you came to New York. They’re offering me $500,000 just for that, but I’m sure I could get more for all I know about you and Derek. It would be pretty juicy gossip for the tabloids.”

My first thought was why would a reporter just reach out to Amelia? My second thought was how would they even know we were friends? Well, now this friendship was definitely over.

“
Amelia, if you needed help with your bills,” I replied calmly, hoping to talk some sense into her. “Or getting interviews lined up for Drew, I would have gladly offered to lend you a hand. But to try and blackmail me is really low. Plus, I don’t have that kind of money.”

I do have that kind of money, but I’d be damned if I was giving into a bully.

“
Yeah, but your sister does, and I know your new boyfriend does. I just read his net worth on Forbes a few days ago,” she snapped.

“
Do you really think you can get away with this, Amelia?” I shot back. My blood was boiling.

“
I can,
and
I will. I need to provide for my family, and I will do anything it takes.” Her voice was cold and flat. “I’ll be at your sister’s office tomorrow at five. Get me the money, or I’m going to the press.” Her demand hit me like a ton of bricks.

She hung up, and I sat there just staring into space. What was I going to do?

Surprisingly, Amelia’s threat did not send me over the edge or cause me to have a panic attack. I called Charlotte and told her what Amelia wanted and about my run-in with Grady. She told me that Lucan could take care of Amelia if I wanted their help. It seemed so simple— if I agreed, in a few short minutes Amelia could no longer be a problem for Ronan and me.

“
I don’t know Charlotte. Five million is a lot of money. Can’t I just tell the police she threatened to blackmail me.” I huffed.

“
And then what, Holliday? You
know
they’ll do nothing. If we don’t pay her off, then your secret is out. Derek takes notice and comes after you or worse.”

When I got involved with Derek I’d been intelligent enough to keep as much from him as possible. Part of the thrill of dating Derek was keeping secrets. To my knowledge Derek didn’t even know my last name was Prescott. I’d made sure he never knew that Charlotte was my sister or that Perry Chambers was my step-dad. I’d never introduced Derek to my family, and it wasn’t like he ever came over for Sunday dinner. My mom never knew about my relationship with Derek. She would have ended it immediately and, in hindsight, saved me a lot of pain and anguish in the process. When I was in the hospital I’d told her and Perry that I didn’t know who hurt me. I’d made sure that the cops only talked to me about the incident. I did not want Perry or my mom handling any of that unpleasantness.

The only person in the world who knew everything about me was Charlotte. Ronan knew more about me than anyone I’d ever been involved with romantically. Amelia knew only as much as I’d allowed, which looking back, was way too much. It was too bad her husband knew she was a call girl in college, or I could have used it against her to help my situation. Amelia had nothing to lose, but for me it could mean everything.

“
Okay, Charlotte,” I sighed. “I can’t risk it. Tell Lucan to pay her off. Let me know the terms and how we guarantee Amelia never opens her mouth to anyone ever, especially the press.”

“
It’s going to be okay, Holliday.” Charlotte’s comforting words soothed my aching mind.

Ronan returned to the penthouse to find me in the middle of getting ready for our dinner date. He seemed agitated, saying gruffly that he needed to shower and change. Ronan didn’t even kiss me when he returned. He was brooding. Wondering what had put Ronan in such a moody state, I finished my hair, quietly just watching him lather up every part of his hot body until the glass had fogged over and I could no longer see him.

Walking to the closet that Ronan had assigned to me, I decided to wear the green Burberry dress. I knew that would please him, and maybe seeing me wearing it would brighten his dark mood. I pulled the dress over my head, and it fell perfectly over my slender frame. The fabric felt light as air against my skin. My new black strappy, ankle-wrapped Jimmy Choo’s were a perfect match. I wore the diamond and platinum bracelet Ronan had bought for me the day of the gala and my favorite diamond stud earrings.

Ronan emerged from the bathroom wearing only a plush white towel. His hair was damp, causing his dark curls to fall loosely around his temples, and his skin glistening with beads of water droplets. He looked totally edible. I caught his gaze as he walked past the bed. He stopped dead in his stride.

“
Holliday… wow,” he swallowed hard. “Jesus, my beauty, you look absolutely incredible.”

I blushed as he approached me slowly, his eyes brimming with lust. Inhaling the scent of him, I trailed kisses down his neck. He swept my hair back over my shoulder, smoothing his fingers over my cheek. Slipping his arm around me, a tingling shiver moved through me. I felt my nipples harden as Ronan ran his hand down over my backside. The fabric was so thin it was like he was touching my bare skin. Wetness gathered between my thighs, and I was pretty sure Ronan knew the powerful effect he had on me. I nearly lost my balance when he pressed into me, kissing me deeply.

“
My beauty,” he whispered in my ear. “I need you.” The raspy tone of his voice rippled across my already heated skin, sending fire through my blood.

“
Ronan,” I breathed. “I love how much you want me right now.” I panted, unable to keep from twisting my fingers through his damp locks.

Hurriedly shoving my dress up over my hips, he eagerly worked my panties down my legs. Ronan bent down and carefully moved my feet so I could step out of the lace fabric that had pooled around my ankles.

“
Fuck it, I want you naked… lose the dress Holliday.”

Smiling at his request, I pulled the dress up over my head placing it along with my bra over the back of the chair. I tugged on the towel, quickly freeing it from his godlike body. I was convinced that his insanely hot body could solely drive good girls to commit criminal acts just to touch him.
It should be illegal to be this fucking gorgeous.

Leading me by the hand, he sat down on the couch, pulling me into his lap. He teased me madly with the head of his cock— rubbing it against my slit over and over.

“
Ahh, Holliday, you’re greedy today. Always ready for me aren’t you?”

I should be asking him that very question— still unable to believe that I have this kind of effect on him.
I make Ronan Connolly horny baby.

He gently ran his hands over my thighs, gliding them up my arms and to my face. His long fingers flexed around the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his. Ronan kissed me intently with his firm soft lips, brushing his tongue with mine over and over, driving me wild. I returned his kisses, and he tenderly bit my bottom lip.

Holy hell that was hot.

In a rush, he pushed me down by my shoulders, impaling me onto his thick cock, burying himself deep inside me.

“
Ahhhh
…”
My head rolled into Ronan’s shoulder. Sucking in a breath, I needed a moment to adjust to the fullness of him inside me all at once.

“
Ride me, Holliday,” he rasped.

His hands gripped either side of my hips as I began moving slowly up and down on the hard length of him. I clutched the back of the couch for support as I began to move faster.
“You feel so good, my beauty,” he breathed after a moment. “You’re so plush and warm. God, you’re a fucking perfect fit for my cock.” He remained still for a moment, and I clenched around him, gasping at the overwhelming feeling of him inside me.

Moving his lips to my breasts, he carefully took each one in his mouth. Licking. Sucking. Rolling his tongue around my nipples. My breath caught in my throat, and he slowed again, savoring the moment. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Ronan pulled himself to sit up straighter. Feeling the intense pressure against my clit, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

His hands dug into my hips, guiding me to ride his cock. Harder. Faster. Moaning, lustfully craving an orgasm, the pressure swirled in my stomach. I felt a bead of sweat run down my neck. Ronan caught it with his tongue running the length of my chest to my neck. My head fell backwards. Closing my eyes, I spent a few moments just…
feeling.
Heat climbed up my legs, spreading through my thighs. Ronan’s name left my lips repeatedly, in broken syllables.