Breaking Hollywood [CAMREN]

Chapter 22

CCamila

Life is good. Actually, it's fucking great.

Things with Speedy are going really well. For the past three weeks, we've stuck to our rule. We keep our hands to ourselves during the day, and at night, we fuck like rabbits on Viagra.

I'm surprised I've managed not to fuck her in the daylight hours because she's so damn sexy. But the wait until she's off the clock is like the best kind of foreplay.

I can't get enough of her. And it's not just the sex. It's her. She's smart and funny—no one has ever made me laugh like she does—and she's just so fucking gorgeous. I love spending time with her. She's like no woman I've ever known before.

She sleeps in my bed every night, and of course, with her comes Gucci, who has set up a permanent sleeping residence on the chair in my bedroom.

But I don't care. The goat has surprisingly started to grow on me. And, to have Speedy, I'll take anything. Even a head-butting goat.

Speedy just got back from having an early dinner with her friend Logan. He's gay. And, yes, I checked. Not that I don't trust her. I just don't trust other guys. I mean, look at her; she's fucking beautiful.

She brought back take-out dessert. My favorite, raspberry cheesecake, because my girlfriend is awesome like that.

Hold the fuck up.

Girlfriend?

Is she?

We fuck. She spends every night in my bed. We live together.

So, yeah, I guess I'd say she's my girlfriend.

Well, fuck me sideways. I have a girlfriend.

Not that we've actually put a verbal label on this thing between us, but she must know that she's my girl.

And, right at this moment, my girl is in the kitchen, making me pizza for dinner.

Homemade pizza and cheesecake for dessert. A beer in my hand and the Lakers game about to start soon.

I'm the luckiest bastard on the planet.

Life isn't just great. It's fucking amazing.

My cell starts to ring, so I grab it from the coffee table.

It's my buddy Shawn. Shawn's one of my closest friends. I don't have many, mainly because I don't trust people. Just Shawn and Dinah.

Aside from Harry, Shawn's one of the best people I know. But I'd never tell the fucker that. His ego's big enough as it is.

"Hey, asshole. Long time no speak," I answer.

"Aw, you missed me?"

"Like a hole in the head."

He chuckles. "So, I'm back in town. Heard you broke your foot, you clumsy fuck. How'd you manage that?"

"Long story." I smile, thinking of what brought Speedy and me together.

"Well, I saw that the Lakers are playing tonight. Figured you'd be watching."

"Of course."

"I'm gonna come round with pizza, and we can catch up over the game."

"If it's to talk about the dicks you sucked while you were in Vancouver, I'd rather not hear about it."

SHawn's gay. But he's in the closet, so to say. His closest friends know he's gay but not the rest of the world. He's an actor on a hit TV show, and the studio wants him in the closet.