Untamed

I engulfed him in a huge hug. “Arnold! How the fuck are you?” I screeched, loud enough for several partygoers to narrow their eyes at me.

“It’s Harold, remember?” he stated, carefully removing himself from my grasp.

Playfully punching him in the stomach, I snorted, “Yeah, I know. Just giving you shit.”

Harold gave me a smile that was clearly forced. “Yes, well, I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself. Remember to get as many photos with celebrities as you can. The more you’re associated with A-listers, the more you’ll be noticed.”

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Harold’s smile turned genuine. “Great.” Looking around, he leaned in and motioned toward the house. “If we could go somewhere quieter, I have a proposition that I think you’ll find highly intriguing.”

Harold always thought all of his ideas were amazing, but I was buzzing something fierce, so I slapped him on the back. “Sure. Let’s go, bro.”

Grabbing A

When we got into the house, Harold moved us to an office that nobody was in. Well, I thought it was an office. Either that or it was a shrine to golfing. I picked up a club and practiced my putt while Harold shut the door.

“Thank you for coming to this. I’m sure the constant parties get wearing after a while.”

I scoffed at his comment. “Nah, I love this shit. Well, I loved getting fucked up with my girl, at least. The schmoozing part I could do without.” Harold had asked me to introduce myself to everyone, but all I’d really said was, “Hey, I’m in a show, you’re in a show…how about a selfie?”

Harold’s smile was sympathetic, like he understood. “Yes, that part can be a bit…tiresome. But anyway, the news I have for you will make all the mingling worth it.” Clasping his hands together, he looked between A

“The Video Music Awards?” I asked, confused. “What does that have to do with our TV show?”

“Nothing,” he admitted. “But you’re an up-and-coming celebrity, and the show attracts all sorts of guests, not just the musical ones.”

My mind was reeling with alcohol, and his words were slow to process. All I knew was that he was telling me I was going to be on a televised awards show. Sounded like fun. A

Her smile was so bright after she said it, I was sure passing planes would see it if we were still outdoors. My expression wasn’t quite so joyful. Letting go of the putter, I crossed my arms over my chest. “The D-Bags will be there,” I repeated, my eyes only on Harold. He had to have known that when he’d signed us on. I did not want to be anywhere those guys might be.

Before Harold could respond to my statement, A

That comment made me scowl. “Those fuckers don’t miss me, they don’t give a shit about me. They wrote me off. I’m not going anywhere they’re go

“You don’t have to see them or make an appearance with them,” Harold interjected. “But it will add extra hype to the show if you’re at the same ceremony as the D-Bags. Everybody will be talking about it, and the more exposure the better.”

The fact that he’d pla

Harold’s face broke into a one-sided grin. “The more exposure the better. You want to be a star, don’t you? And besides, this could help get you on the air faster.”

An irritated huff escaped my lips. I wanted to say yes to his statement and no to his request, but I couldn’t really do that. A

His smile widened and he patted my shoulder. “Great! Now, keep on pimping your show. Everyone in that room should know who you are and be excited that they know you.”

Puffing my chest out, I grabbed A

Harold opened the doors and left. I was about to follow him when A

I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“I’m a little drunk, so maybe I misunderstood, but…when he said the VMAs could get you on the air faster…what did he mean? Isn’t your show airing in September?”

Remembering that I’d purposely not mentioned that conversation with her, I stumbled for something to say that wouldn’t piss her off. She’d call me a liar again if she knew that I’d known about the show being pushed back for a while now. “Yeah…that was weird, huh? I’ll ask Harold about it next time I see him. Maybe he just meant they’d debut it in August or something.” Well, fuck. There went my personal goal to not lie to her again. I needed the out though, and this gave me time to prep her for the bad news.

Like the awesome wife she was, she completely bought the crap I was selling her…which made me feel like shit. I should fess up, but that would just worry her, and she’s having such a good time right now. I’ll do it later. “Oh, okay…well, should we get back out there? Make some waves?”

She said that with a giggle and a shimmy of her hips, and suddenly going back out to that party was the last thing I wanted to do. Holding A

I pushed her back until the tops of her thighs pressed against the massive desk in the room. Hands on either side of her, I pi

It took her a second to focus on me, and I knew she was buzzing just as hard as I was. “Oh yeah…what are you going to do about it?” she asked. Her finger ran along the deep V of her neckline, emphasizing the breasts I wanted to suck on.

I turned her around so I could get to her zipper. As I pulled it down, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to peel it off you, then lay you down on this desk and make you come so hard, everyone at this party will hear you. And when they hear you screaming for more, I’ll be a god in their eyes.” The zipper went all the way down the dress, and when I got to the bottom, it practically fell off her.

Heat in her eyes, she turned to face me. “You’re already a god. That’s why just the thought of you in me does this…” She took my hand and shoved it into her underwear. I instantly twisted my hand so I could feel how much she wanted me. She let out an erotic moan as I slid against her.

“Fuck, A

She didn’t just sit down on the desk. No…she laid herself across it like she was doing a photo shoot for Maxim or Playboy. She arched her back, let her arms fall above her head, and propped one foot on the desk, highlighting every fucking asset she possessed. “Jesus,” I murmured, “you’re so goddamn hot.”

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