Give Me All of You
Black Hollywood Series, Book 3
Beth & Jake's Story
COMING March 2015
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*Chapter is unedited and subject to change prior to publication. Copyright 2015 by FL Jacob*
Chapter 1
JAKE
The key clicks the lock open on my simple two bedroom
apartment. It’s a simple place. I’m not a fancy guy. Closing the door behind me with my foot, I go
through the mail, placing Beth’s stuff in her basket, and proceed to open mine
as I walk into the main room that encompasses the living and dining room. Bills, always bills, who said adulthood was
fun? I throw the paperwork down on the
table and walk through the small archway into the apartment sized kitchen. Grabbing the handle of the 1970’s colored
refrigerator I pull it open causing all the bottles on the door to clink with
the motion. I reach in and grab a cold
one, twisting the top off I throw the cap in the trash as I walk back out into
the living room.
I manage to undo and remove my tie as I absentmindedly make
my way to the couch. Plopping down on
the brown leather, the material squeaks under my weight. Reaching my hand over the side I pull the
lever popping the recliner out and take a pull of my beer. The cold liquid slides down my throat. I close my eyes and soak in the silence. Today was extremely busy and loud, very
loud. I’m just happy that I could come
home and put my feet up at a decent time.
I kick my shoes off letting them fall to the floor with a loud
echo.
I’m American but grew up in Australia. My accent is still pretty thick when I’m
tired, in a hurry, or horny. I admit, I
was brought up an innocent Catholic boy.
Church every Sunday, never in trouble, listened to my parents. I was naïve and clueless once I got to high
school, I got my ass kicked. Seriously,
every damn day. I was a scrawny twig
with a comb over and braces. What did I
do? Nothing. I made friends and joined the chess
team. Oh go ahead and laugh, Yes I was a
nerd. That was my life until junior
year. The only thing that fit into my AP
classes was athletic gym and surprisingly I found comfort in the weight
room. Being able to get out some
aggression that I didn’t even know I hid.
Having something to turn to that wasn’t academic was a breath of fresh
air.
Eventually, the braces came off, my hair grew out and, most
importantly, I filled out. The coach saw
something in me and took me under his wing. Senior year was the best, he encouraged me to join
the football team and I really came into my own. It was a natural fit and I found it funny how
many new people started to pay attention to me when I filled out with muscles
and joined the team. I tentatively made
new friends, but stayed true to the people that were my friends when I was
getting my ass handed to me. Those were
true friends.
Senior year was also when I met the beautiful Katie Jane. Katie and I were together until summer. She stayed in town for college and I went away. Katie didn’t want me to go, she begged me to
stay. I needed to get away, though. I felt trapped. I tried to convince her we could make it
work. Long distance relationships can
make the heart grow fonder, but she didn’t even want to try. She took my heart out that day and stomped it
into a hundred pieces.
I’ll admit it took me a while to get over her. The guys on my college team told me I needed
to get over her and get laid. They said
that I was too depressing. I shrugged it
off and spent my time in the gym while they were partying.
I’m not saying I never partied. Oh no, I could get fucked up with the rest of
them and I was not opposed to the occasional one night stand. I liked sex, a lot. I was a handful in bed and, fuck, I never had
any complaints, but even though the women never complained and I got my rocks
off, there was always something missing, that connection that you want to feel
when you are with someone you really care about. I had that connection with Katie and all
these floozies just didn’t stand up to her. No one filled that void in my heart.
After college, I went home and heard that Katie got
married. I was truly happy for her but
my soul was crushed. I swore we were
soul mates. Since our town was so small
I would run into her almost every day. I
was beginning to feel suffocated. I
needed something new; a few of my college team mates were flying to the United
States. Some for pleasure, a few to
continue schooling, and I figured I would go to see what the US had to offer me,
after all I was actually American.
After a few months of playing around and seeing the sites my
money started to run low. I decided to
get a job and stay. Being a regular at a
small dive bar in town, the owner took pity on me and hired me as security guard
for Friday and Saturday nights. He said
he could use the muscle and it kept me busy as well as put a few bucks in my
pocket.
Living with a buddy, Steve, we embraced the life of
bachelors. Parties, girls, sex, and the
ultimate bachelor pad. Then Steve found
Angela. She moved in and everything
changed. I knew my time with Steve was
coming to an end. He went off and got
engaged and I needed to find my own place.
It was the first time since coming to the United States that I truly
missed Katie.
I thought maybe it was time to head back down under, but I
was in the right place at the right time and an apartment opened up that was
too good to pass up. I knew I didn’t
want another roommate so I needed to grow up and find a real job. As my luck would have it, a job, just like
the apartment, seemed to just fall into my lap.
One night there was a small fight at the bar that I had to
break up. Nothing big that I couldn’t
handle. I’ve seen worse. Just two guys going at it. I couldn’t believe the way this dude was
wailing on the unsuspecting guy though.
When I finally broke them up I pinned the antagonist arm behind his back
and manhandled him out the door with his girl hot on our heels pleading with me
to let him go. Once outside I shoved him
away from me to prep myself if he decided to turn around and come back at
me. Unlike anyone else he just shook it
off and gathered his girl in his arms apologizing to her. I told them they weren’t welcome back and
turned to walk to the building but stopped dead in my tracks. It’s not every day you see a blacked out Jeep
come to a screeching halt in front of this bar.
Considering the neighborhood we were in I figured it was a drive-by. Reacting immediately I screamed for the
couple I was just escorting out to get down.
A huge, dark, brooding man ran out, shoving me to the side to collect
the patrons I was just about to risk my life for and ushered them into the
vehicle. Dumbfounded I stared at the
vehicle trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. When the man returned holding out a card to
me, I grabbed it without looking. His
expression non-existent, he said, “Mr. Black would like to apologize for his
behavior and he requests a meeting with you tomorrow at noon.”
Speechless I tucked the card into my pocket and nodded.
The next day, I had no idea where I was going. The card was white with an embossed simple
black text. It only had an address on
it. No name, no phone number. If I wasn’t so curious, I would have said
fuck it and threw it into the trash.
I climbed into my truck about a quarter after eleven the
next day so I wouldn’t be late, I knew the area of the address but not the
exact location. Arriving I was surprised
to be pulling up at the Black Hollywood Corporate Offices. I started scanning my brain for pictures of
Caston Black. Did I man handle the top
dog of the men’s entertainment industry last night. Feeling sick I could barely my make my feet
move. At ten minutes until noon I
finally entered the building. I felt under dressed even though I was dressed in my nicer khakis and button down
shirt. I was ushered quickly up to the
fortieth floor and into Mr. Black’s office by a busty blond. He dismissed her without a sideways glance
and gestured for me to sit. Once he was
seated he repeated his apologizes for his actions the night before. I dismissed it saying I was just doing my job
to protect the patrons. Mr. Black was no
nonsense. He told me he never saw anyone
react so fast to protect. It was then
that he informed me that he had a security position open and he would like me
fill it. Was this guy for real? Even if he wasn’t, I figured what was there
to lose. The pay would be better and at
the time I thought I could still keep the bar gig as a back-up.
Once we left the office, the guy from the night before was
standing waiting for me. He was
introduced to me as my boss, Terrance.
Caston shook my hand and smacked me on the back welcoming me to the
Black Hollywood family. The smile on my
face was huge. If the guys in college
could see me now.
When I turned back to Terrance my smile dissipated. He grunted and nodded his head for me to
follow him. Taking off down the hall it
took me a second to catch up. He
informed me that we were heading to HR to sign all the appropriate
paperwork. Stopping short in front of a
door I almost ran into his back. His
face told me he wasn’t pleased. Terrance
scanned me from head to toe. He informed
me to acquire a suit, in black, white shirts, preferably with cuff links, and
plain black ties. What is this Men in
Black? I chuckled to myself but quickly
straightened up when Terrance shifted his eyes at my amusement. Gathering the essentials from HR I started
shifting through the paperwork. She
handed over an envelope filled with cash, more than I had in my bank account,
and the name of a tailor. I looked over
to Terrance with a raised eyebrow. “Mr.
Black requires his employees to be dressed impeccably. Please use this to purchase the items you
will need.”
After a few months of training and doing odd jobs, I got my
first official job detail from Mr. Black.
Terrance walked me through the building showing me this and that, along
with my binder of protocol, which now balances my coffee table. Getting to the end of the corridor he stopped
and opened the door to a building I’d never seen before.
“What’s this place?” I asked walking into the vacant,
warehouse type building.
“Your new station.
This is where you will work five nights a week.” He says as he walks
ahead of me turning on the lights. As
the lights begin to illuminate the area, I know it’s not a warehouse after
all. It was some sort of club. It had multiple levels around the exterior
walls. The middle was all open with a
dance floor, DJ booth, and poles. Yeah,
that caught my eyes immediately.
I quickly catch up to him, “Right, I get that but what is
this?”
“It’s the sex club.”
Choking on my spit, I cough out, “Sex—What?”
He stops mid-step and turns around to face me. Crossing his arms across his chest he grits
his teeth, “Sex club. Mr. Black assigned
you to security at the club. Did he not
tell you all of this?”
“Well, yes, but by club I assumed it was a dance club.”
“Well, you assumed wrong.
Is there a problem?”
I take in my surroundings, I didn’t want to seem like a
pussy, “No, sir.”
My position in the company kept moving up. I proved myself over and over with jobs and
tasks. When I received my orders to go
to Vegas to head security detail for Caston and Sabrina, since Terrance
couldn’t accompany them, I knew I was where I belonged, finally. That trip went well and I was given the
opportunity to take lead security when Terrance couldn’t be there.
The best day of my job was the trip I was assigned to head
security for Sabrina, Sara, her soon to be sister in law, and Beth, her best
friend who I hadn’t met yet. Originally,
I was upset I was being pulled from my undercover gig following Sabrina’s ex
but I reluctantly agreed.
The morning that plane landed in Mexico and the doors
opened, my heart soared in my chest. She
walked out of the door and the sun fell behind her illuminating her like an
angel. Golden hair, long toned legs, a
smile that made me want to melt into a puddle.
My God, I had never seen such beauty before.
We were introduced and I knew I needed to have her. Elizabeth.
Beth for short. Her smile made my
insides twist and I longed to taste her plump lips. The first night we hooked up, I was a
goner. I fell. Hard.
The next morning after a misunderstanding with Sabrina, Beth curled into
me, looking to me for comfort and all was right with the world. My heart was full again, the void was
filled.
When we got back home we kept hooking up. The talks we had, it felt like we’d known
each other forever. Even though she kept
telling me that she couldn’t fall in love, I knew it was just fear. Beth wouldn’t tell me why. I’ve asked, God, did I ask many times, but
she would change the subject. I didn’t
press her though. She wanted to be
friends with benefits, I’d wait for her no matter how long it took.
Before Caston and Sabrina’s wedding we thought Beth was
pregnant. I was nervous, but secretly
ecstatic. I loved Beth and even though
she wouldn’t admit it, I knew she loved me.
I’d urged her to get rid of her place and just move in with me, but we
fought. She left. I didn’t understand. Ultimately she wasn’t. Even though I was relieved I couldn’t help
but picture her carrying my baby. A life
that we created together.
We were apart for about five months. It was torture for me. I’d see her at events that Sabrina and Caston
held. She always looked so happy but I
knew it was an act. I’d keep my eye on
her and found her crying in the corner on more than one occasion. What hurt the worst is her avoiding me when
I’d find her miserable.
Christmas came and with it came the Black Hollywood
Christmas party. I had one goal the
evening I left for the party. Get Beth
back no matter what. We were miserable
without each other. I saw my girl
grinding up on another asshole and saw red.
Fuck no. I swept her up and
worshiped her body until she submitted to me again. She was reluctant to begin dating again, but
I agreed to remain friends with benefits even though we were more in my
eyes. I’d call it whatever she wanted as
long as we were together again. She
still wouldn’t call us a couple which was comical to all our friends. The guys have ragged on me for a while to
just put a ring on her finger and to stop the charade but they have no idea the
demons that Beth was living with, fuck I still don’t for that matter.
I take the last swig of beer and set the bottle down on the
table next to me. What a crazy few years
it’s been. My life should be a
book. I scrub my hands down my face and
blow out a big breath when I hear the door to this tiny place shut and keys hit
the floor.
“Damn it, Jake, can you help me?” Her voice yells out to me.
I jump up and jog over to her grabbing the groceries from
her hands before they hit the ground. I
place a quick kiss on her lips. It’s
just so natural.
“Why didn’t you call up?
I would have come down to help you.”
I yelled over my shoulder as I took the bags to the kitchen.
She takes off her coat and joins me in the cramped kitchen
to put things away. Her long blonde hair
was tied up in a messy ponytail, she was dressed in her work garb from the
studio; damn she looked down right fuckable.
Beth was a natural blonde with the eyes like the Caribbean Sea, and the
fairest, porcelain skin I’d ever seen.
She was about five foot six inches.
I loved that when she wrapped her arms around me she was the perfect
height for me to rest my chin on her head.
We both back up, running into each other and let out a
grunt. “Ugh, Jake, I’m so tired of
moving around like this in here.”
“Let’s move. Someplace
bigger and ours.” I shrug. Honestly,
it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently, but haven’t brought it
up to her.
Beth grabs the chips out of my hand a little rough and
shoves them in the cupboard. “Not ours,
yours and let’s be realistic, that can’t happen.”
She continues to put things away with loud bangs and
slams. I cringe with every sound.
“Why not?”
Turning to face me, her hands fall to her sides and she
opens her mouth but nothing comes out.
She takes a deep breath, shakes her head and walks out of the kitchen to
our room slamming the door behind her.
I brace myself on the counter. When will she realize I’m not like the
rest?
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