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Heartthrob Fantasy Chapters One to Five Excerpt

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About Heartthrob Fantasy:

Viola Pyle was fresh out of college working at her dream job when Nixon Raines, the heartthrob from bestselling boy band Verified Paradise, got her fired. She didn’t think she would ever see Nixon again until a chance meeting reunited them.

For Nixon, Viola was just another woman he’d use for his own pleasure. She was convenient and always ready for him whenever he wanted her.

Viola knows it’s wrong to be used but she can’t resist Nixon and his delicious body whenever he comes to her bed.

The nature of their arrangement changes after Nixon gets into a car accident. He suffers a brain injury that causes him to have amnesia. He then transforms into the kind gentleman she always fantasized about.

Is Viola's heartthrob fantasy permanent or will Nixon slip back to his old habits?

Read chapters one through five of "Heartthrob Fantasy" below.

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Warning: Heartthrob Fantasy contains strong language and sexual situations.

Chapter One

“Viola, you’re the only woman I want in my life. You mean the world to me. I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, I will.”

Viola Pyle’s eyes glistened with tears as she watched Nixon Raines slip a three carat diamond ring on her finger. He then took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. Their eyes met and she melted under his radiant gaze. He had the most beautiful blue eyes she has ever seen.

“I love you Nixon.”

Her arms wrapped around him tightly. His broad chest pressed firmly against her cheek. His soap and water scent surrounded her. He always smelled good.

* * * *

Viola was shaken out of her romantic heartthrob fantasy when the front door to her apartment slammed shut. The only other person who had a key to her apartment was Nixon Raines, the blond heartthrob from boy band Verified Paradise. Seconds later he strode into her bedroom.

“Fuck!” Nixon cursed when he tripped on one of her shoes and lost his balance.

Viola cringed. “Sorry.”

Nixon ignored her apology. He flopped down onto the bed with her. Her nose scrunched when the odor of alcohol floated into her nose. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. His slight arousal was apparent through his designer jeans. Their eyes met and a chill went down her spine when he gave her a cold glare.

“What’s wrong Nixon?”

He didn’t answer her question. She saw him lick his lips and then turn on his side. His cold fingers crept underneath her loose night shirt, slightly tickling her. He never told her what he was thinking. She shouldn’t have bothered asking.

Viola’s breath caught in her throat when his lips latched onto her neck. As he licked and nipped her skin, her hands clutched his blond head. He had recently gotten a haircut so his hair felt prickly against her fingers.

Changing his position, he shifted so that he hovered over her. His lean body pressed onto hers as he sloppily kissed the slope of her neck. He paid the most attention to her neck out of all the areas on her body.

After he got his fix of kissing her neck he turned his attention to taking off his pants. His fingers drunkenly fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans. Once his pants were gone, he helped pull off hers and tossed them to the floor.

His left hand gripped his cock and he began to stroke himself fast. Viola reached out to help him but he swatted her hand away. When he was fully hard, he pushed her thighs apart. Her core clenched onto his two fingers as they went inside her.

She saw the look of annoyance on his face when he noticed she wasn’t wet for him. Twisting in discomfort, she clawed the bed sheets as he pumped his fingers into her. Pleasure soon gave way as her body reacted from his stimulation. Her juices flowed and her wetness coated his fingers.

When she was ready, Nixon lifted her legs up and let her feet rest on his broad shoulders. In one solid movement his thick cock slid inside her. As he developed his rhythm, she admired his face. He never seemed to lose his looks. As he got older, his looks improved.

At age fourteen he had joined a five member boy band named Verified Paradise. By the time he was seventeen Verified Paradise had sold millions of albums and sold out concerts in arenas around the world.

Although his fame had simmered down at age twenty-six he had a loyal female fan base. His teen girl adorers had blossomed into grown women who still lusted and fantasized about him.

The headboard created a beat against her bedroom’s wall which added to the sounds of their skin colliding with each thrust he made. His cock massaged the sensitive nerves in her core. The tension between her thighs escalated and eventually gave way. He threw his head back when her slick walls repeatedly clamped down on him.

A litany of curses escaped his lips. Her orgasm had triggered his. He picked up his pace and slammed harder. Beads of sweat dripped from his body and landed onto her heated skin. His cum spilled into her and mixed with her juices.

Viola momentarily lost her ability to breathe when his spent body collapsed on to her. His body was drenched in sweat. She wrapped her arms around him, her palms resting on his back. His muscles flexed beneath her touch.

Their post-coital connection was brief. After rolling off her, he looked at the ceiling and then spoke.

“Get on top of me.”

Obeying his command, she went to sit on his stomach. A triumphant smirk tugged the corner of his mouth as he traced a circle on the left side of her neck. Viola assumed he was touching the hickey he created. She would have to remember to take a look in the mirror later.

“Ow!” Viola flinched when her butt suddenly hit the bed as Nixon pushed her off him. He stood up and put back on his jeans. Then he quickly looked into her mirror to check his hair.

“See you later baby.” He was already out of her apartment before she could even say a word back to him.

Walking to her window, she peeked past the blinds just in time to see his sleek BMW zoom away into the street.

“Bye Nixon,” she whispered before returning to her bed and cuddling against her fluffy pillow.

Sure she felt used. She always felt used. But she thought being used was better than nothing at all.

* * * *

Viola’s eyes were glued to the images on her computer screen. She had been staring at them for a few minutes. She tried to resist looking up news on Nixon but she couldn’t fight the temptation.

Multiple celebrity gossip sites had published new paparazzi pictures of Nixon from the night before attending the opening of a new night club named Shag. He looked fresh. The smile transfixed on his face was warm and friendly. A happy glow surrounded him. He was wearing a trendy graphic t-shirt she hadn’t seen him wear before.

A statuesque woman who looked like she belonged on a fashion runway was cuddled close to Nixon. She had clear skin with no apparent pores. Her body was toned. No ounce of fat was in sight. The red dress she wore looked like it came off the rack of an expensive fashion boutique. She was the kind of girl for him.

Deciding she was torturing herself too long, Viola closed the browser window. The words of the article floated through her mind.

Nixon James Raines of boy band Verified Paradise has finally found the love of his life…

Viola needed a distraction. She went to bed, held her pillow close, and lost herself in a fantasy.

* * * *

“I can’t get enough of you Viola.”

Nixon leaned in and kissed her lips. He always kissed her with tenderness and love. Her body tingled from his kisses. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her baby bump onto his stomach.

“You can really knock a guy out with that!” Nixon joked. He reached between them and rubbed her pregnant belly.

Viola was seven months pregnant with their first child. Nixon kept insisting their baby would be a boy but she held her ground. She knew in her heart the baby inside her was a girl.

“I can’t wait to have this baby. I know she’ll be beautiful.”

Nixon was quick to correct her. “She? You mean he.”

“Nixon. Nixon. Nixon.”

“Viola. Viola. Viola.”

Nixon was just too cute to argue with. She pinched his cheek and then snuggled against his broad chest. She could hear his heartbeat. Love was something she never thought she would find. Having him in her life made her the happiest woman on earth.

“Viola, what do you think about the name Nixon James Raines Jr.?”

“I actually don’t think about that.”

Viola yelped when Nixon playfully slapped her butt.

“How can I convince you we’re having a boy? Maybe if I do this…”

Nixon’s hand slipped between her legs. Her sensitive core throbbed from his touch. Viola bit her lip and tried to keep her cool.

“What about this?” Nixon’s other hand pushed up her shirt and exposed her swollen breasts.

His mouth eagerly latched onto her nipple. She gulped and tried to ignore the fire that was starting to burn within her. He kept his movements going for a few minutes and her body began to succumb to the stimulation. She could feel her panties get damp.

Right when her orgasm was about to hit her, Nixon pulled away. Viola groaned in frustration. She pouted when she looked into his twinkling blue eyes.

“Fine you win. Now make love to me,” she demanded and urged him to yank off his pants.

* * * *


Viola’s body jumped in shock at the sound of her name. She got out of her bed and walked to her front door. Through the peephole she saw Nixon standing on her doorstep looking agitated. She unlocked the door and opened it.

“Fuck! I’ve been knocking forever!” Nixon huffed as he stomped into her apartment.

“But you have a key?”

“I freaking lost it.”

“I thought you weren’t coming tonight.”

Viola thought Nixon would have rather been with his new girlfriend. After she shut the door, he reached out and pulled her short body against him and began kissing her neck.

“I saw the picture online of you and your new girlfriend.” Nixon ignored her words and continued to glide his lips across her neck.

“Who is she?” Again there was no response as his tongue poked out and licked her skin.


Viola wondered if Nixon needed a hearing aid. He didn’t hear most of what she said to him. The frustration over his indifference caught up to her. Tears pricked her eyes. She fought back their release but a few slipped out. Why was she in love with an asshole? When a tear dropped down onto his cheek, his blue eyes looked down at her.

She sniffled. “Do you love her?”

No emotion passed through Nixon’s face. She hated that he was so hard to read.

“I need to know if you love her because I love you,” she whispered, her lips quivering.

Nixon sighed and released her from his arms. She felt foolish for admitting her love for him. He turned around and headed toward the door.

“Nixon!” She ran after him and tugged on his leather jacket.

“Please don’t go,” she pleaded.

Viola flung herself onto Nixon and held on to him tight. He stood still for a moment before wrapping his arms around her. His hands traveled down her body and stopped when they reached her butt. His fingers dug into her behind, pushing her closer to him.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck and he kissed her sensitive skin. She let herself absorb the reality he was there with her. She had to enjoy it before she would be alone and have to lose herself in her fantasies of him.

* * * *

“I love you Viola Raines.”

“I love you Nixon Raines.”

Viola kissed her husband Nixon on the lips. The kiss lingered and soon turned into a deep passionate kiss.


Breaking apart, the married couple blushed as they looked at the six year old child standing before them with a disgusted facial expression.

“Kissing is gross!” Valarie Raines declared.

“I don’t think she’ll feel that way in ten years,” Viola joked.

Nixon smiled. “Neither do I.”

Viola and Nixon stood up and each took their daughter’s hand and strolled down the beach. 

Chapter Two

Viola opened up her computer’s music player. She needed to listen to some music to clear her head. She put the settings on shuffle and pressed play. She frowned when the first track that played was Verified Paradise’s number one hit “Love Is The Way.” Nixon’s voice came through her computer’s speakers for a few seconds before she clicked the next track button.

“Really?” She questioned out loud when “The Only One,” another Verified Paradise hit song started to play. It seemed her music player was playing a joke on her.

Nixon’s raspy vocals filled her ears. “You’re the only one for me, baby can’t you see?”

Viola pressed the stop button and closed the music player window. She winced when the image window she forgot to close was back on the screen. Jealously seeped back into her veins as she gazed at the picture.

Nixon was gorgeous. He was wearing a snug skull graphic t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and sculpted pecs. In his right hand he was holding a glass of an alcoholic drink already half empty. To add to his look and show he was in touch with the Hollywood trends, a strategically placed white trucker hat sat on his blond head.

His left hand was placed dangerously close to the woman’s large breast who was snuggled tightly under his arm. If his hand was an inch higher, he would have been blatantly grabbing it. She had a hunch he had done that sometime during their encounter.

The woman had her french manicured hand placed on his stomach. It was an intimate gesture. A gesture Viola always thought meant the woman was comfortable enough to be around Nixon. She was bleached blonde, blue eyed, busty, and had legs that went on for days.

Nixon and the leggy woman were smiling brightly, showing off their white as rice teeth. The picture looked like a toothpaste ad.

Use our toothpaste and you can look hot like this couple!

According to a friend of a friend on the internet, the picture was taken last night. The friend of a friend said Nixon and Miss Leggy were very cozy. Eventually they left the night club together.

Viola came to the conclusion that was why Nixon didn’t come to her apartment last night. She didn’t even realize his absence until she woke up that morning. While she waited for him, she had been so immersed in her fantasies that she fell asleep.

It was hard to keep up with Nixon’s women. He had so many. What hurt the most was she too was just one of many. She wondered if the tabloids would pick up on Miss Leggy and label her the love of his life like they did last time with the other woman.

There was a knock at the door and Viola’s heart rate accelerated. Looking at her clock she saw it was five minutes past 6 p.m. Nixon usually didn’t come that early to her apartment. When she opened the door, she was stunned to see who was standing there.


“What are you doing here?” Viola asked, confused. Her friend, Olivia Platt, was standing on her doorstep dressed in a chic silver dress.

“Viola, I’ve been calling you the past few days but you haven’t answered. I decided to stop by and make sure you were okay.”

The two hugged and Viola gestured for Olivia to enter her messy apartment. They had been friends since freshman year at UCLA. They met in English class and eventually became friends when they were partnered together for a project. She had the life she wanted. Her parents were wealthy so she pretty much had everything she’s ever wanted.

Viola knew if Nixon laid eyes on Olivia, he’d definitely go after her. How could he resist her wavy blonde hair, her perfectly angled chin, bright blue eyes, and long legs?

“Anderson and I are engaged!”

Olivia proudly showed off her sparkling diamond ring. It looked like it cost more than her annual income. Her fiancÚ Anderson Alexander was a successful businessman. He was co-CEO and founder of Smith-Alexander, a prestigious investment banking firm in Southern California.

“Congratulations Olivia!”

“That is why I’m here. I personally wanted to bring you to our engagement party tonight.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’d feel really out of place there.”

“No, you should come.”

“You know I hate going out.”

“How are you supposed to meet a guy if you’re always home. It’s not like he’s going to come here to you.”

Viola really didn’t want to go. What if Nixon showed up? She was afraid if she was absent one time he’d never come again.

Olivia pleaded. “Come on Viola, for me?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Viola couldn’t come up with an answer. She briefly turned around to try to pass some time to think when her eyes landed on her computer screen again. The image of Nixon and Miss Leggy was still up.

“All right Olivia, I’ll go.”


Viola wasn’t proud of the clothes she had in her closet. She never had much money so she owned nothing designer. She settled on a modest knee-length jean skirt, and a purple V-neck top.

When Viola climbed into Olivia’s Mercedes sedan, she wondered if she would own a luxury car some day. All she had was her beat up 1988 Toyota Corolla that went from zero to sixty in two minutes.

The party was being held at the W hotel in Hollywood. Everyone was dressed in trendy attire and looked like walking advertisements for Neiman Marcus. Viola felt like a walking advertisement for Target and Wal-Mart. She didn’t personally know everyone in attendance.

While Anderson and Olivia were making the rounds and talking to guests, Viola was left to fend for herself. She sat at a table by herself and played with her glass of water as if it was the most fascinating object in the world.

“May I have this dance?”

Viola looked up and found herself looking into a pair of chocolate brown eyes. Her cheeks warmed up and she looked away in embarrassment. A completely random and attractive man just asked her to dance.

“I can’t dance,” she confessed shyly and took a sip from her glass of water.

“That’s even better. I can teach. Come on, let’s dance. I hate seeing people bored at a party.”

Viola stared at his hand extended out to her. Her eyes shifted to the dance floor. She was sure she was going to look foolish out there. Before she could even register what was happening, the young man grabbed her hand and yanked her out of her chair.

When they joined the fellow dancers, her partner started to feel out the beat and then launched himself into his smooth moves. She couldn’t remember the last time she danced. He placed his arms on her hips and gestured her to move them from side to side. Once she got comfortable she found the beat and their bodies swayed together.

The young man was so at ease with his dancing. She didn’t think dancing could make anyone more attractive than they were. What stunned Viola even more was she was having fun for the first time in a while.

“Now, we’re going to slow things down,” the DJ announced and the soothing sounds of a romantic song began to play.

Viola rested her head against the man’s chest. She didn’t want the night to end. She wanted every night to be like this. She felt safe and protected in the man’s arms.

The song ended too soon and they broke apart. As she lost herself in his eyes, she thought about how they were so warm and friendly. They made her feel fuzzy inside. Nixon would never look at her that way. She mentally berated herself for thinking about him while in the arms of another man.

The mystery man pressed his lips to her ear. “Let’s get some bottles of water and go outside for some fresh air.”

He placed his hand on her lower back and guided her through the crowd. Viola smiled at the intimate gesture. She had seen lots of men do that with their girlfriends. Once they got their water, they went outside and sat near a fountain.

"How do you know Anderson Alexander?” he asked after he twisted the cap off one bottle and handed it to her.

“His fiancÚ, Olivia Platt, is my friend, she invited me here. You?”

“Anderson helps take care of my finances.”

Viola nearly choked on her water and took a careful look at the young man. He looked like he was barely twenty-one and he already had finances that needed to be taken care of?

“I wish I had finances that needed a caring.”

“Trust me you don’t. It’s bad enough I have parents who see me as a human ATM machine.”

“That’s too bad.”

“I never got your name.”

“I never got yours either,” Viola giggled. She was flirting! My god she was flirting and she was enjoying it.

“I’m Lincoln.” He stuck out his hand toward her.

“I’m Viola,” she replied. She shook his hand and noticed his was bigger than hers.

They sat in silence for a while and enjoyed the soft sounds of the night.  She started to drift away into her daydreams but instead of Nixon being the star Lincoln had taken the part.

“Crap, I have to pick up my sister.” Lincoln stood up and looked at his gold banded watch.

No, don’t go! Viola thought.

“I had so much fun with you tonight Viola. Can I get your number? I’ll definitely call. We need to hang out some time. I can teach you more dance moves.”

Viola gave him her number but she had a feeling they would lose touch.

“I had fun too Lincoln.”

After Viola stood up, he gave her a tight hug. What he did next stunned her. He planted a gentle kiss on her lips that made her toes curl. When Lincoln pulled away she was breathless.

“Goodnight Viola.”

“Goodnight Lincoln.”

Viola sat back down. She needed a few moments to compose herself. Touching her still tingling lips, she couldn’t believe what had happened. A man had finally kissed her on the lips.

Even though she and Nixon had sex plenty of times, he never kissed her on the lips. Ugh, why was she wasting her thoughts on him when she just had the time of her life with Lincoln?

As she walked back to the party, she pushed Nixon out of her mind and focused on Lincoln.

Chapter Three

Viola was still floating on air as she walked to her apartment. It had been the best night of her life so far. She couldn’t wait for Lincoln to call. When she went inside, she twirled around and jumped with joy.

“Why were you out late Viola? I was about to leave.”

Viola froze. Her heartbeat sped up when she heard Nixon speak. She turned around and saw him leaning against the doorframe to her bedroom. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of jeans. Her eyes lingered on his sculpted chest and washboard abs.

He must have found the key to her apartment that he supposedly lost. A hot blush came over her cheeks and her elation over Lincoln quickly disappeared.

“I was hanging out with my friends,” she explained.

Nixon seemed amused at the idea she even had friends. Coming toward her, he was about to take her into his arms when he stopped short. His nose scrunched and a look of disgust covered his face. She assumed it was because she smelled sweaty from all the dancing she did earlier.

“Viola, you smell like Emporio Armani.”

“What’s that?”

“It smells like the shit my brother sprays all over himself.”

Viola remembered inhaling Lincoln’s scent. She didn’t think he smelled like “shit” as Nixon put it. It was a refreshing smell. If she was a man she would definitely use the product. His hand gripped her chin. Then he turned her head to the left and then to the right.

Was he checking for hickeys?

“Go take a shower, I’ll be waiting,” Nixon commanded before walking into her bedroom.

While Viola showered, she found herself slipping into her fantasy land…

* * * *

The two tall blond men stood in front of each other. They had their game faces on and were ready to battle till blood shed. Sitting nervously on her thrown was Princess Viola. Both men had pursued her and were well qualified to rule the kingdom with her. After months of courting from both men, she still couldn’t choose between them.

Although cocky and arrogant, Prince Nixon of North Territory held a special spot in her heart. She had known him for years and was her first crush. Also, he looked extremely hot in his armor.

Prince Lincoln of South Territory was younger and had swept her away with his sweetness. He was very courteous and polite. An aura of kindness and selflessness surrounded him.

Fed up with the way things were progressing, Prince Nixon and Prince Lincoln decided to battle in a duel. Whoever won got Princess Viola and the kingdom. Princess Viola was against the duel but the men were insistent. She knew no matter what she said or did, they would battle.

They drew their swords and each took five steps back. Princess Viola didn’t want to watch but her eyes couldn’t move away from the scene unfolding in front of her. The two men walked in a circle, each waiting for the other to make the first strike.

After what seemed like an eternity, it was Prince Lincoln who made the first move. Prince Nixon easily blocked the strike and the battle had begun. Every time their swords would clink and clank together, Princess Viola would flinch.

Her heart couldn’t bear to watch any longer, she tightly shut her eyes as the battle intensified. Their swords clinked and clanked faster than before.

One of the princes cried out in pain. A sword clattered onto the ground followed by a body. She heard the winner place his sword back into its scabbard.

She was about to open her eyes to see who won…

* * * *

“Viola, you take so long.”

Nixon slid the shower curtain and joined her inside. His erection pressed against her behind as he planted kisses onto her shoulder. Her eyes closed as his tongue poked out and moved toward her neck.

Viola gasped when Nixon’s teeth chomped down onto the side of her neck. He sucked on her skin like a hungry vampire. That was surely going to leave a mark, she thought.

With one hand on her hip, Nixon held her steady as he slipped his hard cock inside her. His thrusts were hard and fast. If he wasn’t holding onto her hips so tightly, she would have fallen.

“Say my name,” he panted breathlessly.

That was an odd request but she did it anyway



Nixon’s hand dove between her legs and quickly found her clit. His precise stimulation sent shockwaves through her body. With as much volume as she could muster she moaned his name.

“Scream it when you come Viola.”

Her legs felt weak as the pleasure from his cock and fingers did their magic on her. With each breath she took, she edged closer to coming.

“Come on baby,” Nixon urged as he increased his speed.

The repeated pounding to her sweet spot sparked her orgasm. She moaned his name as numerous sensations ran rampant through her body. Once she was drained, her body relaxed against him.

Nixon slowed down his thrusts and allowed Viola to catch her breath. When her orgasm subsided he motioned for her to turn around. She looked up into his blue eyes and couldn’t help her stomach from doing flip-flops. He leaned in close to her face.

Was he going to do it? Was he finally going to kiss her?

His lips were dangerously close to hers, one more inch and they would be touching. They were still for a few seconds before he backed away. A smug look covered his face. He had fooled her for the millionth time.

“I need you to suck my cock,” he ordered. He placed his hand on top of her wet head and urged her to get down on her knees.

Viola couldn’t hide the disappointment in her eyes. Her tears blended in with the water spewing from the showerhead above them. After having his cock in her mouth for about two minutes, he pulled out and shot his cum onto her face. The falling water immediately washed it away.

Nixon left her alone and she finished the rest of her shower feeling like crap. She went from being the happiest woman on earth to the most pathetic. If only she knew where Lincoln was at the moment, he could help kiss away her pain.

Viola dried herself off and put on her pajamas. She went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She was surprised to see Nixon fully dressed and lounging on her couch in the living room. She thought he would have left once he was done with her.

“Viola come here.” He patted the empty space to his left on the couch.

After she sat down, Nixon nuzzled his nose to her neck. He inhaled and exhaled her freshly washed skin. He lazily nipped at the sore spot on her neck and then moved his lips up to her ear lobe.


“Yes Nixon?”

“Who did you fuck tonight?” His question took her by surprise.


Nixon ripped his mouth from her. “You think I’m stupid? I know you fucked someone else before me tonight.”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t!” Viola insisted.

Nixon stood up. His face was red with anger. “Then why the fuck did you smell like a guy?!”


“Is it because I didn’t come over and fuck you last night? You couldn’t handle it and had to get another dick? You know Viola, sometimes it just isn’t about you.”


“I don’t even know why I waste my time with you. You’re a lousy fuck anyway.”

Nixon stormed out of her apartment and slammed the door shut. An ocean of tears poured out of Viola’s eyes as she curled up into a ball on the couch and cried herself to sleep.

Chapter Four

The shrill ring of Viola’s telephone broke her away from the comfort of her sleep. Groaning, she turned on her side and found herself falling onto the ground. Her eyes opened and the moment she saw the couch, memories of last night crept back into her brain.

Feeling too lazy to get up and answer the phone, Viola closed her eyes and went back to sleep. It was probably a stupid bill collector, she thought. Her answering machine picked up the call.

“Hi Viola, it’s me Lincoln, you know from last night. I wanted to know-.”

In a flash, Viola got up and rushed to her phone.

“Lincoln! Hi!”

“Hey Viola! I was calling to ask if you were busy tonight.”

“No, not at all.”

“Cool, we should hang out. I’ll need your address. I’ll pick you up at around 9 p.m.”

Viola gave him her address. Then they said their goodbyes and hung up. Her cheeks hurt from the smile on her face. She had a date! She twirled around in joy.

Her smile quickly disappeared when she realized she had absolutely nothing to wear. She started to have doubts but it was too late to back out.

She went to her closet and flicked through the hangers. Nothing seemed appropriate for a date. Most of her clothes consisted of t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. She thought of going out to buy an outfit but she knew she wouldn’t find anything decent with the low amount of money she had in her checking account.

She started to think of different types of excuses she could give Lincoln to get out of the date. She felt so incompetent at twenty-two years old. It was such a struggle to make a living in LA. Her current income consisted of small money donations from her parents and unemployment checks.

Viola’s mind drifted back to about a year ago. She was fresh out of UCLA and was lucky enough to get a job at KIIS which was one of the top radio stations in LA. She had been working there for about six months and it was looking really good for her. Not only was she doing what she loved, which was working at a radio station, she was finally making a decent living.

Her destiny changed when she met Nixon Raines, the blonde heartthrob from boy band Verified Paradise. She was a fan of the group and was excited to see him. He was scheduled for an interview at the station. She fantasized about all the situations and conversations that would happen with him.

When the day came, Viola’s job was to make sure Nixon was comfortable and made it from the green room to the on-air booth at 8 a.m. sharp. She remembered peeking into the green room and being fascinated. He sat on the couch with his right ankle resting on his left thigh. On his right ear was his cell phone and he was talking to someone.

It was 7:45 a.m. and Viola didn’t want to interrupt his call so she kept her distance. She hoped that he would wrap up his call when it got closer to 8:00 a.m. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. At 7:59 a.m. Viola nervously walked into the green room and tried to get his attention.

“Mr. Raines?”

Nixon didn’t acknowledge her.

“Mr. Raines?”

Her voice continued to be unheard. He kept talking on his phone. She wasn’t comfortable with touching him to get his attention so she started waving her hands frantically. He didn’t even flinch. She was about to get her boss, Jim Boyle, but he had already entered the green room.

“VIOLA!” Jim’s thunderous shout of her name caused both her and Nixon to jolt.

The radio station had no tolerance for a delay on a live broadcast so Viola was fired. She harbored bad feelings toward Nixon for being so rude and aloof that day. He didn’t even try to defend her or help her. He shrugged and proceeded to the booth.

Viola thought she would never see Nixon Raines again. Out of desperation, she took a job working the cash register during the overnight shift at McDonald’s. It wasn’t glamorous. She hated the rude customers but she needed the job to pay the bills.

Viola was stunned to see Nixon walk in one night. She didn’t think a famous boy band heartthrob like him would chose McDonald’s when he could have eaten at one of the many four star restaurants nearby.

That night was the first time he looked her in the eye. She remembered feeling really small under his intense blue gaze. While she took his order his eyes burned into her as if they were undressing her.

While Viola was wiping down a table, Nixon approached her.

“I’m having a party tonight.”

She thought it was strange he was eating out before his own party and that it was being held on a Thursday night.

“That’s nice,” she said as she tried to busy herself.

“You should come.”

“I can’t. My shift ends at 5 a.m.”

She was wiping down the same table for the third time when Nixon placed his hand over hers. Their eyes met and Viola could tell he wasn’t taking “no” for an answer.

“I’m sorry about your job at KIIS. Come with me, I’ll make it up to you.”

Nixon’s blue eyes were so commanding and Viola was immediately taken under his spell. Despite the unfortunate circumstances that occurred with their initial encounter she wanted to give him a second chance. She made an excuse to her manager about having a family emergency and left with him.

Viola was in awe when she first saw his massive home nestled in an affluent Beverly Hills neighborhood. As she walked inside, she felt like she had entered an episode of MTV’s Cribs. Verified Paradise gold and platinum records lined his walls along with magazine covers they shot as a group.

Viola noticed something was missing in his home. It was the lack of people present for Nixon’s so called party. She started to panic and regret coming to his place.

He had brought them two glasses of what she assumed was alcohol. She politely declined. He gave her a skeptical look.

“What’s your name?” Nixon asked.


“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No. Do you have a girlfriend?”


“I thought you were having a party.”

“A party usually has more than one person. There’s you and there’s me. It’s a fucking party.”


“Can you swim?”


“Follow me.”

Nixon led her outside to where a gigantic pool was. Without hesitation, he stripped off his shirt, shoes, and pants. He jumped in only wearing a pair of boxers. When he came up for air, he swam to where she stood.

“Come in Viola.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Are you scared?”

“No, I’m fine.”

With one push, Nixon lifted himself from the pool and stood in front of Viola. She couldn’t help the feelings rushing through her as she stared at his half naked body covered in water droplets.

“You wouldn’t have lasted at the radio station. Jim Boyle is an asshole,” Nixon said.

“I think I better go.”

“Are you sure baby? Because I don’t think you want to.”

Viola shivered when Nixon ran his damp hands along her arms. Their fingers locked and she remembered thinking it felt right. She anticipated him kissing her lips as his face inched closer to her. However, his lips touched her neck and she found herself surrendering to him.

Viola wasn’t experienced. Nixon was the first and only man she had sex with. Prior to losing her virginity to him, she had only known about the basic positions like missionary. She was embarrassed to say anything about her lack of experience to ruin his momentum. He didn’t seem to notice anyway.

He had exposed her to unimaginable pleasure. She had never experienced anything so mind-blowing. He helped her discover that two people had the ability to create delicious sensations together.

The morning after she was the first to awaken. She remembered looking at his peaceful sleeping body and thinking he looked devilish and angelic at the same time.

Once he woke up, he ignored her and got dressed. He drove her back to her apartment without saying more than ten words to her. She didn’t think she would ever see him again.

Nixon surprised her when he appeared at her door two days after the first time they had sex. Almost every night he would come to her to fulfill his need. At first she had been enjoying herself. She felt special knowing she was wanted and that she could arouse a man. In her own na´ve mind she thought she and him were exclusive.

One night out of boredom she went online and searched his name. There was one message board she found called Verified Paradise Palace which heavily discussed the boy band. Each member: Daine, Nixon, Scott, Thomas, and Xander, had their own chat threads.

Fans would post news about their music and gossip about their personal lives. She thought most of what was posted were silly rumors started by jealous fans.

Eventually pictures of Nixon kissing and hooking up with other women were posted in his chat thread. She’d cry and damn him to hell but when he’d come to her apartment and press his lips onto her neck, she’d automatically forgive him. She couldn’t let him go.

With the way Nixon exploded last night, she had a hunch he wouldn’t be coming back anymore. It’s probably for the best, she thought. She knew she wasn’t strong enough to let go of him but if he let go of her it would make it easier.

After sulking over her past, her mind cleared. The past was the past and it was time to look toward the future. Her future was Lincoln thanks to Olivia bringing her to the party.

She sat up in her bed as she had a revelation. She would call Olivia for help! She picked up her phone and dialed her number. Hopefully with her help she would become a new woman.

Chapter Five

After the second ring, Olivia picked up.

“Hello, Olivia? It’s me Viola.”

“Viola! Hi! What’s up?”

“I need your help.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I met a guy at your party last night. He asked me out and I-.”

“Ah! He asked you out?! I saw you dancing with him last night. He’s really cute! What’s his name?”

“His name is Lincoln. He’s one of Anderson’s clients.”

“See! I knew you’d meet someone there.”

“Yeah but I’m not ready to go out on a date. I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Don’t worry about that Viola. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Viola was nervous but she was in the mood for a change. She was tired of being plain and boring. It had been over two years since she got a haircut and she rarely wore makeup. Olivia always had a great sense of fashion and kept up with the trends.

“I’m so excited! You’re finally going on a date! Pretty soon I’ll be going to your engagement party,” Olivia gushed once Viola opened the door for her.

“First we’ll find an outfit. Then we’ll stop by Eduardo’s for a new hairstyle and cut. Then you’ll get the special Olivia treatment!”

Before Viola could respond, Olivia dragged her out of her apartment and took her to her car. About fifteen minutes later they entered a fancy boutique on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. Olivia plucked various types of dresses off the racks and then handed the pile to her.


“Oh! This one looks hot!” Another dress was put onto the growing pile.

By the time Viola tried on the last dress she was exhausted. Olivia found something wrong with every single dress she had tried on. It was too long. It was too frilly. It didn’t show enough of her butt.

“There it is!” Olivia said with joy as Viola walked out in a light pink dress.

“Isn’t this a bit too much?” Viola felt uncomfortable at the amount of skin that was exposed.

“No. Come on, look at yourself in the mirror!”

She took a deep breath and met her own eyes in the glass. She didn’t look bad. The dress was backless and low cut. She wasn’t used to having her breasts nearly on display to the world. It also hugged her hips and was cut right above her knees.

She looked at the price tag and gasped from the sticker shock. “Olivia, I can’t afford this.”

“Just promise me you’ll make me maid of honor.”

“Olivia, that’s not going to happen.”

“Like hell it won’t. Now come on.”

After the dress was paid for, they walked to a hair salon nearly two blocks away called Hairapy.

“Olivia! It’s so nice to see you again!” A flamboyant young man exclaimed as he gave a kiss to each of Olivia’s cheeks.

“Eduardo mi amigo, my girlfriend Viola here needs you desperately.”

“Ay dios mio! Thank goodness you brought her here.” He turned and faced Viola. “Honey, when you walk out of here, you’ll be the hottest thing since fried rice.”

Viola sat down in a purple chair and Eduardo proceeded to fluff and flip her limp hair. He started out with some highlights and proceeded with the haircut. She flinched when she heard the first snip. Looking down, she watched as her hair fell onto the ground. There was a lot of water spraying, snipping, and chopping.

“All done!”

Viola’s eyes widened when she saw the dramatic effect the haircut had on her face. Eduardo had given her side swept bangs, long layers which gave her hair volume, and a soft hint of highlights.

“It’s much better, right Olivia?” Eduardo asked.

Olivia agreed. “Very much.”

Once Viola’s hair was done, they ventured back to her apartment. The last step in her transformation was makeup. She could barely breathe with the amount of powder foundation being brushed onto her face. There were also a few times she thought her eyes would fly out from the eyeliner pencil.

Olivia pulled Viola toward her mirror and she was shocked to see who was staring back at her. She looked down at herself and then back at her reflection. It’s really me, she thought as tears stung her eyes. She never knew that beautiful woman was hiding underneath her all along.

“You look so beautiful Viola. Lincoln is going to be so stunned when he looks at you.”

“Are you sure it’s not too dramatic?”

“Of course not! You still look like you with a little twist.”

The time ticked slowly as Viola mentally prepared for the date. She thought of different questions she could ask Lincoln. Olivia helped her out and they practiced different conversation topics. By 7 p.m. Olivia had to leave, so for two hours, Viola tried to keep herself from turning into a nervous wreck.

When 9 p.m. came, she heard a knock on the door and her heart started pumping erratically. She opened the door and smiled nervously at Lincoln.

“Shit,” was all Lincoln could muster.

“Hi,” she squeaked.

“Fuck. I mean, wow. Just…damn.”

Viola felt like she was clamped tightly in a shell. Lincoln’s inability to form a coherent sentence made her uneasy.

“I’m sorry Lincoln. You probably think I look like crap.”

“What?! No! You look damn fine. I just wasn’t expecting this. I mean you looked great last night but now? Damn!”


“Hell yeah! Now let’s go.” Lincoln took her hand and they walked to his car.

* * * *

“Oh my God! It’s Lincoln Raines.”



“Oh my God! It is the Lincoln Raines.”

Viola’s ears perked up when she heard two young blonde girls talking to each other. Did they just say Lincoln Raines? Glancing in their direction, she noticed them staring at Lincoln. They got out of the non-RSVP line and approached him.

“Hi Lincoln.” Blonde #1 batted her eyelashes.

“Hey ladies.” Lincoln greeted them and turned on his charm.

“Can we get a picture?” Blonde #2 asked.

“Sure. Viola can you take it please?”

Viola blinked twice. She looked into his brown eyes. Was she on a date with former child star Lincoln Raines, the younger brother of Nixon Raines? Blonde #1 handed her a cell phone and she took the picture of them. When it showed on the screen she looked at it for a few seconds.

That couldn’t be Lincoln Raines.

Blonde #2 then handed her cell phone and she took another picture.

“Thank you Lincoln,” Blonde #1 cooed.

“Wanna party later? We’re having a private party tonight after we get out of here,” Blonde #2 said.

“Sorry ladies, maybe next time.” Lincoln took Viola’s hand and they skipped the long line.

“’Sup Lincoln.” The huge doorman greeted him and let them both inside much to the dismay of the people waiting in line outside.

“Lincoln Raines.” Viola said out loud to herself.

“Am I in trouble?” he teased.

“You’re Lincoln Raines?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know whether to be insulted or relieved.”

“The last time I saw Lincoln Raines was when he was twelve years old.”

“I’m twenty and all grown up now.” He gave her a cocky smile and wrapped his arm around her. They walked toward the bar.

This wasn’t good. When did Lincoln Raines grow up?! If Nixon found out…Wait a minute, why did it matter if he found out, she thought. It shouldn’t have mattered but she felt like it did.

“What drink do you want Viola?”

She nervously looked at the bar. She wasn’t in the mood to have a drink.

“I’m not thirsty.”

“You sure?”

Viola nodded her head and waited as Lincoln ordered his drink. His arm wrapped around her tighter. It was nice to be close to him. Looking at his profile, she couldn’t believe she missed the resemblance between him and Nixon.

The bartender who appeared to know Lincoln served him two shots of vodka which he knocked back with ease.

“Woo! Let’s go dance!”

It was very crowded on the dance floor and she didn’t like the way people were bumping into her. She tried to have fun but she couldn’t. What kept bothering her was she was there with Nixon’s brother.

Looking all around her, everyone looked so energetic and carefree. Her feet were already hurting and there was a slight pain in her back from standing up so long. She was cuddled against Lincoln’s chest as he kept on grooving to the beat.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she yelled into his ear.

“Okay! I’ll be at the bar.”

When she reached the women’s restroom, a couple making out in a corner nearby caught her eye. The platinum blonde woman was pressed up against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around the man’s legs. Maybe she was imagining things but the man closely resembled Nixon. It couldn’t be him, she thought.

The women’s restroom door flicked open which nearly knocked Viola down to the ground. She maintained her balance but she couldn’t stop looking. The platinum blonde woman had a look of triumph on her face as the man’s lips traveled down her neck and to the top of her abundant cleavage.

“Oh, Nixon,” the blonde moaned.

No, I’m not going to cry, Viola thought as she pulled herself from the scene and entered the women’s restroom. After going into a stall, she couldn’t fight the tears that spilled out of her eyes. It was one thing to see Nixon kissing another woman in a picture. It was even more devastating seeing it live in person.

Why was she letting that get to her? He wasn’t even hers. He would never be hers but she wished he was.

* * * *



“I need a drink.”

“Later, babe,” Nixon mumbled while he nipped her neck.

“No, now,” she whined.

 Nixon let out an agitated sigh. Women were so damn bratty, he thought as he pushed his way to the bar. His eyes narrowed when he saw his underage brother Lincoln drinking at the bar.

“What are you doing here Lincoln?”

His brother turned around and gave him a deathly glare. “What the fuck Nixon? Are you stalking me?”

“I asked you. What are you doing here Lincoln?”

“It’s called having fun. Remember that bro? Fun?”

“You’re not even twenty-one yet!”


“So?! That means you can’t be here! I’m taking you home.” Nixon grabbed Lincoln’s arm but he immediately shrugged it off.

“Fuck off Nixon! Go back to whoever your slut of the night is.”

“You are not disrespecting me here.”

“Whatever, I’m a freaking adult.”

Nixon wanted to explode but the last thing he needed was bad publicity so he backed off. He noticed Lincoln walking in the direction of the bathroom and followed him. He didn’t want him stealing his blonde slut especially since he was still cooling it off with Viola.

To his surprise, his brother already had a slut of his own. A girl had emerged from the women’s restroom and Lincoln immediately placed a protective arm around her. He got more pissed off because it seemed the girl was twice as hot as the one he had scored. He didn’t like it when his brother got the better girl.

When Nixon got a closer look at her, something seemed so familiar about her. Did I fuck her before, he asked himself. An uneasy feeling swirled through his stomach when he realized who she was.


His heart pounded when he saw the little birthmark he had kissed so many times on her neck.

What the hell was Viola doing with his brother?!

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