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  Copyright 2019 by Brea Alepoú

  Editing: Sandra Oneloveediting.com

  Proofed: Sheridan Brettle and Toni Tooke

  Cover Artist: Alora Kate

  Interior Formating: Mystic Lily Creations

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  This is a work of fiction and is for mature audiences only. Names, characters, businesses, places, event, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.

  ***Warning This book may make you go aww out loud or burst in a fit of laughter. It may also cause a few tears. You have been warned.

  All characters are over 18 and consenting adults. There is vulgar language, overly tight jeans, graphic sex scenes, and a bossy bestie.

  Contents

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  1. Aiden

  2. Skyler

  3. Aiden

  4. Skyler

  5. Aiden

  6. Skyler

  7. Aiden

  8. Skyler

  9. Aiden

  10. Skyler

  11. Aiden

  12. Skyler

  13. Aiden

  14. Skyler

  15. Aiden

  16. Skyler

  17. Aiden

  18. Skyler

  19. Aiden

  Epilogue

  Also by Brea Alepoú

  About the Author

  Author Note

  Dedication

  I want to thank everyone who has helped me achieve my dream of becoming an author. If It weren't for all of you I wouldn't be able to do what I love. I especially want to thank Sheridan for always putting up with me. I bug her at odd hours and she still finds a way to help.

  Aiden wiped the sweat from his body along with the oil that was splattered all over his abs for the camera. The oil, plus the light, made his athletic figure stand out, every muscle and detail about his body highlighted in the best way when he’d been all eight inches deep in his co-star Ryan. They made the best team so far—Aiden with his natural tan and Ryan with skin so pale just a smack to his perky ass was enough to make it red. They were currently in the top ten videos on their producer’s site, and it was easy to say they were at the top of their game.

  “Good job out there,” Ryan said as he came over, pushing his bright red hair back from his face.

  If they weren’t working partners, Aiden would gladly ask Ryan out to his apartment for some fun, but Aiden made sure never to mix work with outside pleasure. It was a no-go.

  “You too. You squirted quite a bit on that last shot—it’s going to get a lot more likes,” Aiden complimented.

  Ryan had joined the porn industry only a year after Aiden, but still he blushed bright red and once again had Aiden thinking of breaking his rule, just for a little fun.

  “Hey, babe,” Travis said as he came around the corner and hugged Ryan. It reminded Aiden that Ryan was taken and off-limits.

  They made out for a brief second before Ryan pulled back, his face flushed. It was different than when they were on camera—it was real. Aiden watched for all of a few seconds before he glanced away. He had no idea how Ryan and Travis did it. Aiden made a point of not dating anyone; his job made it too hard. People got jealous no matter how much they said they were okay with it.

  “Want to join us for drinks? We’re going down to Andy’s,” Ryan asked.

  Damn, a good drink surrounded by shaking asses would be nice after a hard day of work, but alas, Aiden had obligations. “Sorry, I can’t, but next time for sure.” He winked at Ryan and Travis before turning and heading toward the bathroom. He’d much rather go out with them than what his plans entailed. Just maybe he might be able to sneak out. Aiden could only hope.

  He pulled off the towel hanging on his hips and got into the shower, rinsing his body completely clean. He’d almost forgotten about the gala; if he missed it, not only would his family be pissed, but he would never hear the end of it, that he was taking his porn career too seriously and that no Scott should miss a gala. He groaned just thinking of everything that would be said to him. His hands moved quicker with the soap until he felt all the oil was gone from his body along with the sweat and come.

  He was dressed and headed home in record time.

  He made it to his loft-style apartment and went straight to his closet, grabbing the dark gray suit he’d planned to wear. He was putting on his shirt when his phone rang.

  “Where the hell are you?”

  Aiden held the phone between his shoulder and head as he finished buttoning his shirt. “I’m on my way.”

  “You’re on the way means you’re still in bed and haven’t even showered yet,” Clay said.

  “First off I am fully dressed and got out of bed a long time ago—in fact, my last scene was on a couch, so you are all the way wrong,” Aiden said.

  Clay sighed as if Aiden was pulling on the last string. “Just get here. You’re the fucking host for Christ’s sake.”

  Aiden wanted to point out that he hadn’t asked to be the host. In fact, he’d been happy not being in charge, but all responsibility had been turned over to him. Everyone thought just because he fucked for a living he had all the free time in the world. His cousin hung up, and Aiden put his phone down to focus on tying his tie.

  He left his studio apartment in record time, freshly washed and dressed impeccably. Traffic in Nashville left something to be desired, and if it wasn’t for the fact he’d left early, Aiden would be late. Luckily he arrived with three minutes to spare, a record best as he got out and handed his keys over to the valet. He got the little blue ticket and stuffed it into his pocket before he walked into the event.

  The gala was in honor of his grandfather Christopher Scott, and he’d booked one of the best venues in Nashville. Nothing but the best for his grandfather. The man had contributed a lot to the community with his charities and always-give-back attitude. The turnout would be huge which was why Aiden had made sure to book a place that held a capacity of fifteen hundred. Everyone who was anyone was there—after all, the Scotts were famous.

  Aiden made it all of five seconds into the door and Clay was next to him in seconds.

  “Finally,” Clay said. His cousin handed him a drink that Aiden easily took and drank. The whiskey went down smooth as he took his first drink of the night.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m guessing you made your rounds already?” Aiden asked.

  Clay nodded. “Yeah, but there are more people coming. Every grandkid is walking around this place. You would think we’d get to sit down—he was our grandpa.”

  Aiden shook his head. “You and I both know that Grandpa Christopher was just as much of a grandfather to the community as he was to us. And there is no way he would let us sit down at something like this.”

  Clay snickered next to him.

  “You’re right. He’d give us an hour-long lecture about how we need to be out there networking. ‘Every opportunity is a chance as long as you get up and grab it,’” Clay said, reiterating their grandpa’s favorite line.

  Aiden finished his drink, looking around the room at all the people. He rolled his shoulders. He’d much rather go home and get ready to go out for fun or even sleep. It wasn’t in the cards for him even if his eyes felt grainy and his muscles screamed in protest. He put a smile on his face and got ready to mingle in the crowd.

  “Thanks. Better go out there,” Aiden said. A waiter came by with champagne. Aiden eyed the bar; h
e wouldn’t make it over there anytime soon for something much stronger. He held back the sigh grabbed a champagne, and placed his empty glass on the tray. He stood up taller and made sure there wasn’t a crack in his armor as he got ready to walk into the fray of people.

  Aiden made the rounds, making sure to shake everyone’s hand and wear his camera-ready smile. It was all a show that he easily performed; it was no different than fucking in front of the camera, except half the people there weren’t nearly his type. He made it all the way around before he saw his old roommate Caleb, and he knew Caleb’s brothers would be nearby. He spotted Ollie at the table with the rest of Caleb’s brothers and ogled him for a second. The man was the embodiment of sex—if Aiden could convince him to do a scene with him, his career would skyrocket, but as he watched, Ollie got all cozied up with the woman next to him. Aiden sighed. Ollie was a known ladies’ man, and that put a damper on his thoughts.

  Caleb was at the bar by himself, whiskey in hand. They had been college roommates until Caleb left after a year to join a band with his brothers. Aiden only stayed on for another semester after that before he was discovered and started his porn career. He used the word “discover” lightly—it was more of a betrayal, but instead of Aiden going into hiding, he used it to his advantage. Thus started his porn star career. Still, they kept in touch. Caleb had been one of the few people Aiden had genuinely liked.

  Aiden settled next to Caleb and eyed him, sensing the anger rolling off him in tangible waves. It was easy to see if anyone took a chance to look.

  “You look fairly miserable tonight, Caleb.” He leaned farther back, relaxing his pose. “What’s up?”

  Talking to Caleb was better than making another round and hearing how everyone loved Christopher Scott and how his death would impact the community. There was only so much Aiden could hear about it. It was almost as if everyone had the same SparkNotes on his grandfather and just thesaurused some of the words to make it sound different, but it was all the same.

  “Ollie’s annoying the shit out of me,” Caleb grunted out.

  Aiden glanced over to the table once more. Fuck, Ollie could annoy the fuck out of him any day—preferably wrapped around his cock. He held that tidbit back. “Mmm. Ollie is so yummy I could lick him.” He wasn’t a saint, and there was no hiding the fact that he found Ollie attractive. Shit, everyone did, but Caleb was probably used to it.

  Still Caleb sneered, and Aiden made a note to tone back the Ollie fanboy act a little more. “Seems you and everyone else have that same idea in mind,” Caleb said.

  It wasn’t like he didn’t get to meet famous people often—he did and was propositioned by some just as much—but Ollie screamed for a good fuck, and damn if Aiden didn’t want to be the one. Of course, it would be just the one time; Aiden didn’t repeat unless it was for the camera, and then of course Aiden would do his job.

  Aiden focused back on his friend. What could have possibly Caleb off? The only difference was the girl, although it wasn’t much of a difference.

  “Who’s the girl?” Aiden asked.

  Caleb didn’t even glance over to the table, just stared at his drink. “What girl?”

  Aiden held back the eye roll at his friend’s fake ignorance. Now he knew for sure it was the girl. “Please. The girl with Ollie?”

  “She won a date with him, like a charity thing. So we just met her about thirty-five minutes ago. I don’t really know much about her,” Caleb said.

  It was probably true, but the subtle way Caleb tried to force his body to relax as if he wasn’t angry told Aiden everything he needed to know. He was a master at body language, and Caleb was pissed, damn near livid with his brother over a girl he’d met thirty minutes prior. Aiden wanted to point out there was no such thing as love at first sight—lust, yes—but if Ollie was taking the chance away from Caleb, it explained why he was pissed.

  Aiden wasn’t into women, but he could see the beauty that spoke to Caleb. Ollie probably didn’t care too much; he would get what he wanted and walk away from her. Caleb, on the other hand…

  “And you’re into her,” Aiden surmised.

  “Christ,” Caleb said before putting his drink back down.

  Aiden held back the all-knowing smile. Shit, he could have been a detective.

  “How the fuck do you read people like that?” Caleb asked.

  Ah, if he only knew Aiden could do more than read people. But his straight friend would never know that part. He leaned over to quiet their conversation. “It’s a talent. It’s why I’m so magnificent at my day job.” Aiden winked at him.

  Caleb didn’t question him, knowing full well what Aiden did for a living. Aiden wasn’t ashamed and prided himself on his work.

  “Suggestions?” Caleb asked.

  “Well, you should probably get over there before Ollie finds a way into her pants. Which never takes him long. Talking to little old gay me isn’t going to score you any points with her,” Aiden said, playing up the gay-best-friend act extra hard.

  Caleb shook his head, but Aiden saw he took the advice for what it was. Aiden wasn’t an expert at relationships, but he did know if Caleb didn’t act, Ollie was going to have that girl screaming into the pillows before Caleb got to learn her favorite color.

  Aiden turned to the counter and knocked on the hardwood. “Bartender. Another whiskey for Mr. Caleb Mills. Another Jack Daniels Bicentennial Reserve, was that it?”

  Caleb smiled at him. “You know your whiskeys.”

  Aiden shrugged. “You can’t live in this town and not. Go give her the drink. You’re better company than Ollie any day, I promise. It was good seeing you again, old friend. I’ll talk to you later on tonight, unless I don’t.” And then Aiden was off to make his last rounds.

  He was ready for the night to be over, his muscles protesting as he stood for another two hours. Thank goodness he had the day off tomorrow, but he still had to make an appearance at production company headquarters to sign a new contract. He’d also be meeting a new co-star who would potentially be making a few videos with him.

  Aiden liked to meet his co-stars beforehand; if there was no chemistry whatsoever, he couldn’t proceed with the job. He was a professional, but he liked for his videos to show authenticity, so chemistry was important to him. It was one of the reasons his videos ranked so high. He just needed to make it through the rest of the night.

  Skyler was watching the documentary on global warming at his desk. It was his fifth time watching, and he was still engrossed in it as if it was his first time. He lost himself in it, wishing he had the ability to make such a gut-wrenching documentary that gave information without making it boring. The filmmaker truly dug deep into the issue while refraining from information overload. That’s when people lost their audience. He clicked it off just as his roommate entered their shared dorm room.

  “You watching that lame-ass movie again?” Rodger said.

  Skyler rolled his eyes. Rodger was a kinesiology major and was all about sports medicine. They had nothing in common; their tastes were so different, anyone entering the room would instantly know whose side was whose. Skyler with his slightly gothic, nerdy decorations and Rodger with his plain plaid comforter, they were as different as oil and water.

  “Don’t you have a game to go watch?” Skyler pointed out.

  “Bailey,” Zoey shouted before opening the unlocked door.

  In grade school, there had been four other Skylers in class. He’d been so quiet that when the others had claimed the nicknames, he’d been left with nothing until his now best friend Zoey spoke out and pointed out that he’d been the only Bailey in the class.

  Zoey still called him that to this day.

  “Right here.” Skyler waved his hand over by his desk. He was hunched over his bed, so the view of him was blocked from the door.

  Zoey walked in, her black hair framing her round face. Her doe-like eyes made her look like a doll. Rodger was caught by the beauty that was Zoey, seeming to forget what he was doing
. It happened every time Zoey came to their room. Zoey of course paid little to no attention to Rodger and focused solely on Skyler.

  “Are you ready?” Zoey asked.

  Skyler wasn’t because he didn’t know what he needed to be ready for.

  “I can tell by the look on your face that you are not ready at all,” Zoey said, pouting out her lower lip.

  Skyler ran his fingers through his loose curls, trying to remember what he was supposed to be ready for. He couldn’t recall telling Zoey he would go anywhere or about any movies that were playing nearby.

  Zoey threw her hands up in exasperation. “We’re going to Andy’s, remember?”

  Skyler was shaking his head before she could finish talking. He didn’t remember, and if he did, he was sure he’d told her no. He’d only turned twenty-one a month ago, and parties still weren’t his thing let alone clubs. He preferred staying home and eating buttery popcorn and watching a good movie. Preferably an indie one. He could study the art and hard work a non-mainstream-industry producer put into their movie.

  “Come on, Skyler, you have to get out some time. I know you have to be tired of smelling sweat and corn chips,” Zoey said.

  Skyler covered his mouth at the dig to Rodger, who took that chance to leave the room. He grumbled something under his breath, but Skyler was too busy laughing.

  “Finally, he left. You need to change roommates,” Zoey said.

  Skyler shrugged. He probably should, but it seemed to be too much work. You had to put in a request, and then there was the whole hassle of meeting someone new with no guarantee that you’d get along. Skyler didn’t need or want the anxiety with that. He was fine with Rodger; he already knew he wasn’t liked. It just seemed simpler. “No point. Who’s to say I won’t get a bigger asshole? At least Rodger spends most of his time away from the room.”