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  A-List F*ck Club

  Part 4

  Frankie Love

  Contents

  ❤️READER NOTE❤️

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Also by Frankie Love

  About the Author

  ❤️READER NOTE❤️

  Thank you for reading Part 4 of A-LIST F*CK CLUB!

  I decided to serialize this story as it is a format I enjoy reading and writing.

  I hope you do as well!

  Each part of the story is about 15,000 words and there are 4 parts in all—just wanted to make sure everyone knows what to expect … and yes—there are cliffies in each part!

  #sorrynotsorry!

  xo, frankie

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  1

  I stare at him, his words hitting me in the gut, shattering my belief in what we have.

  Cal played me. Hard. And why? He didn’t need to lie to me. I never once lied to him. I not only gave him my virginity, but I also gave him my heart. Jordan has slipped out of the throne room, and all that is left is Cal and me.

  His eyes search mine, and I tell myself to be strong, to be brave, to not let one man define me. I should get up, leave. Storm away while shouting fiery words at the only man I have ever fallen for.

  But it isn’t that easy.

  I don’t want to run away from him.

  I want to understand him. Understand why he’d do this to me.

  “I trusted you. But what kind of love is built on half-truths and lies?” I ask. I wipe my eyes, my body covered in this stupid trench coat but my heart splayed out for him to see.

  “I know. It was dumb but—”

  “I don’t want your buts, Cal.” My words are shaky, and I try to steady myself. But I don’t want to steady myself. I want Cal to be that person for me. I want him to fill in the gaps in my life. Be strong where I am weak and be hard where I am soft. I want to be in this—all of this: the leaked photos and the double-crossers at the club, and the death of Sawyer and the losing my family farm—all the parts that are messy, I want to figure them out with him by my side.

  But how can I do that when nothing between us is as real as I thought?

  Cinching the belt on the trench coat tighter, I try to steady my hands, slow my beating heart. “I want the truth, Cal. No excuses. Respect me enough to give me a straight answer.”

  Cal runs his hands over his face, still sitting on the throne, but he no longer looks like a man ready to rule—right now he looks as if he is witnessing the crumbling of an empire.

  He looks lost and he looks broken and I can’t bear to watch him fall apart before me. He sits back in the throne, and rests his elbows on his knees, raising his chin, he looks up at me. “You must think I’m a fucking monster. Representing everything in this world you hate. And I’m sorry, Jules. I really fucking am. My life was ruined by this town, so I wasn’t lying when I said I fucking hate the games just like you. I hate them more than anyone—and after Sawyer’s death… I’ve never felt that as strongly as I do now. My anonymity became one of the only things I could control in a city hell-bent on taking everything I held dear. This town took my parents, I couldn’t let it take me too.”

  I’m standing with my hands on my hips, listening to his confession, watching as he pleads with me. And in this moment I don’t know what kind of woman I want to be.

  His words sound sincere and I know there’s more to his story. But do I even want to hear it?

  There could be more lies or smokescreens. More magic and mirrors. Just like this club, a promised oasis from the storm outside, but from the moment my friends and I walked through the doors all we found was trouble.

  Gretchen and Collette’s trouble was getting in the tabloids... my trouble was found with the man before me now.

  But right now this story isn’t about Gretchen and Collette, about this town or about Callahan’s parents.

  It’s about Cal and Jules.

  And I have a feeling that my response in this moment is going to decide how this chapter ends.

  “Say something, Jules. I never meant to hurt you.” He stands, reaching for my hands, trying to find a way into my heart. I lower my eyes, not sure if I can give him what he wants. “I swear to God, you’re the only thing I want.”

  What sort of heroine do I want to be in the story of my life?

  The one who fights or the one who forgives?

  The one who bends over and takes it, or the one who listens?

  The one who hears?

  The one who stays?

  It’s not even a question.

  “Say something, tell me you hate me, even,” he whispers, cupping my face with his palm. I lean into his hold, a tear falling down my cheek. “I would deserve that, Jules. You telling me it’s over. But... don’t say it.”

  “I trusted you, Cal.” My words are soft, and so is my heart. I could leave... but I could also stay. I want to stay. I want to believe that the love Cal and I have is real. The kind that lasts. The kind that will grow, refuse to fade. “Don’t make a fool of me.”

  He presses his forehead against mine. “Never.”

  “But you did,” I breathe. “You did once. Don’t do it again.”

  “I swear to you. Never again.”

  “Did you not think you could trust me?” I ask, revealing the part that hurt the most. He didn’t trust me enough with his secret.

  “I was scared. I don’t want to get hurt, or to hurt the people I love.”

  “You can’t keep me safe if I’m in the dark. Just like plants need light in order to grow, so does love.”

  “I’m sorry, Jules.”

  I kiss him then, and not just because I want to. Because I need to.

  Because choosing him right now is scarier than anything I’ve ever done in my life. Scarier than leaving my life in Resting. Because at least that choice came with a paycheck—this choice doesn’t come with any guarantees.

  It only comes with faith.

  Faith in the words Cal says and faith in the way I feel now.

  Faith is a free fall, but I choose to believe Cal will catch me.

  Our mouths part and his tongue presses against mine, and his arms are around me, his hands in my hair, drawing me closer, needing me the way I need him. Fervently.

  “I love you,” I tell him, pulling away, needing to see his eyes again. Needing to look at my choice hard and fast.

  “I love you more, Jules.” And then he picks me up and carries me out of the room.

  I may be a fool in love.

  But giving up on what we have seems most foolish of all.

  Life is hard, there are so many unknowns. So many things to fear and hide behind. And maybe my desire to move back to Resting is born from the fear of the future. Resting Hollow is safe and secure and is a guarantee.

  But maybe there is more to life than safety nets and promises.

  Right now, in Cal’s arms, I want to see where this love might tak
e me.

  2

  Carrying Jules in my arms, down the hall to a very special room in the club, my chest expands in a way I never thought possible. Her forgiveness is more than I fucking deserve—she is more than any man deserves.

  Yet, here she is—choosing me.

  Trusting me in ways that make me want to be a better man.

  That make me want to be the sort of man my parents would have been proud of—a man who her father and grandma will be proud of.

  The kind of man she will be proud of.

  I love this woman and I refuse to let her go.

  I push open the door, flip the light switch on, and reveal a dimly lit room draped in soft pink silk, the floor covered in lush velvet cushions. The entire room is a padded oasis created for pleasure.

  This may be a fuck club, but this room is made for more than just fucking.

  This room was made for making love.

  “It’s beautiful,” she murmurs as I set her down.

  “You are beautiful.”

  Her cheeks redden, her dark eyes lowered to the ground, and she reaches for the belt on her coat.

  “Should we check in with Jordan and the girls about the photos?” she asks. “I don’t want to keep you from doing your job. I get why you have been so stressed about the state of things here. This place is your baby.”

  “Was my baby.”

  Her eyes narrow, she licks her lips.

  “You’re my baby now,” I tell her. “You are the only thing that matters to me, Jules. I only made this club because I wanted a place for the elite of this city to go where they could be safe.” I shake my head, my hands reaching for her hips, pulling her closer. “My parents, they died in a car crash after paparazzi followed them for miles, causing a collision. They died on impact. Sawyer’s parent’s were in the car with them that night.”

  Her eyes soften, melting into mine. “Oh God,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

  “They were best friends, the four of them. They were all actors. Sawyer’s parents survived … mine, not as lucky. Their death was pointless. Just like Sawyer’s. Sawyer may have killed himself, but he got to that point because this city destroyed every good thing about him.”

  “Who were your parents?”

  My jaw tenses. I never say their names. But I’ll tell Jules everything she wants to know. I’ll tell my baby everything. “Jen and Thomas Mallone.”

  Her mouth falls to a perfect O. “The Mallones? You’re their son.” She is unable to conceal her shock. “And your first name, it isn’t Callahan, is it?”

  I shake my head. “They named me Levi. Levi Callahan Mallone.”

  “You changed your name, your everything after they died, didn’t you?”

  “I had to. They knew for the last years leading up to their deaths that things were out of control. They couldn’t leave their house without being bombarded.”

  Jules nods. “I remember. Your mom was compared to Princess Di, people loved her. She—” Jules shakes her head. “I’m so sorry, Cal. You lost so much.”

  “You lost your mom too, Jules, you know what it’s like to lose the people that made you who you are.”

  She wipes the tears from her eyes. “I wish I’d known... I could have been there for you more when you lost Sawyer. I’m so sorry.”

  “I didn’t know how to tell you, Jules. I was scared. And the fucking mob has been after me and this club, they want to buy this property, but if they find out who I am... my privacy is no longer guaranteed. People will start asking questions I’m not prepared to answer.”

  “I know your privacy is important, but Cal, there is a cost involved with every choice we make. And maybe...” She stops, shakes her head. “Sorry, I’m not trying to overstep.”

  “No, tell me,” I say, wanting to know Jules’ opinion on everything.

  “Well, I wonder if everyone knew who you really were, knew your family connections if someone would have risked going behind your back at the club and selling the photos. I mean, right now, whoever this is, thinks they can get away with it. If people knew you were Levi Mallone no one would mess with you.”

  I exhale, close my eyes. This is all so fucking heavy. “In my parents’ will, they stipulated I would only continue receiving their trust if I never got involved in the Hollywood scene. When I’m thirty-five I’ll get everything but I’m not even thirty.”

  Jules presses her hands on my cheeks, not letting go of my gaze. “Maybe it was worth it before, to get the money, but now Sawyer is dead, Cal. Things are no longer the same. The game changed. And your parents would never have meant their will to force you to be a shadow of yourself.”

  “They didn’t want what happened to them to happen to me.”

  Jules looks at me with pity, with a brokenness I hate seeing in her. “But it already happened to Sawyer.”

  Her words cut hard, the truth a fucking blade that my heart can’t take.

  I am the reason Sawyer died.

  I should have immediately fought harder—louder. More. I should have come clean and demanded the culprit to show his fucking face.

  But I didn’t.

  I was a goddamn coward and now Sawyer is gone and for what?

  For my own security?

  It means nothing, not now. Not ever.

  Sawyer is gone and who knows who might be next.

  I can’t let it be Jules. I can’t let this go on. I need to tell my side of the story and demand justice for the death of my best friend.

  “You make me want to be a better man, Jules.”

  “You are a better man. You are the best man. And I love you. You can do this next thing, even if it’s terrifying. Even if it’s scary. You can show your face. Remember what I said earlier, you can’t keep anyone safe if you’re in the dark. Step out of the darkness and enter the light.”

  I nod, knowing she is fucking right. Then I undo the belt on her jacket, and pull back the fabric, revealing her bare shoulders, her perfect breasts, her everything.

  “I’m going to make love to you, baby,” I tell her.

  She nods, her face full of hope. Full of belief in me. It makes my cock fucking hard and my heart fucking hers and I know that whatever comes next we will be okay.

  Because we have one another.

  On the floor, I brush the loose strands of hair from her heart-shaped face, I kiss her ears, her neck, her lips. She tastes sweet and smells like home and when I press my hand between her legs, feeling her soft wet pussy, I know where I belong.

  “Take me, Cal,” she whispers. “Take me with you.”

  “Always.”

  My fingers slip between her folds, pressing against her beautiful flesh. She moans against me, echoing my movements as her hand reaches for my cock, taking hold of my shaft and running her hand up and down it.

  “Oh, Jules,” I growl, grinding against her perfection. She lies against pink pillows, our bodies melting together as I rub my thumb over her clit. She buries her face in my shoulder, then biting my neck, then begging me to fill her up, to take all of her right here, right now.

  I ease my fingers deeper in her, teasing her, wanting to get her so close to coming that she goes crazy. Her pussy loves to be finger fucked, and I move inside her, her juicy cunt letting me know this is what it needs. I grind my hand against her, the walls of her tightness throbbing in pleasure.

  “Oh God, Cal,” she whimpers. “I’m so close, oh, oh—” And then her pussy is squirting, more than it ever has, she arches her back, her thighs dropping and giving me as much access as I want. I want it all.

  I move faster, my fingers finding the spot she likes and she keeps gushing. Lowering my head, I taste her sweet pussy, loving it when she comes against my mouth, and I lick up all her release, sucking hard on her round clit, her thighs wrapping around my face, locking me in place.

  Good, I don’t want to move from this position, I could lick and suck on her pussy all damn day. She twists away, though, and pushes me to the ground. Straddling me backward
she fills her mouth with my cock again, telling me to keep licking her, and with her ass on my face, I start eating my baby out again.

  Oh god, she tastes so fucking sweet, my cock throbs as she sucks me hard, 69ing me like she can’t get enough. My hands are on her round ass, squeezing those cheeks, my mouth licking her slit up and down as she keeps coming all over me.

  And fuck, she knows how to blow me. My cock is ready to burst, our bodies slick with sweat as we fill one another up.

  She moans, her mouth so fucking full of me, and she takes so much of me I know my girl is gagging, and I love that she wants to take more. Her lips are so tight against my cock, sucking me off until I’m ready to explode.

  I come in her mouth, my tongue fucking her pussy as she swallows my seed, sucking as hard as ever as she pumps me in her, then her tongue swirls against my tip, licking my length, plunging me back into her mouth. And her cunt is just dripping, my tongue as deep as it can go, her ass pressing hard against me as I roll her back over, the soft cushions beneath us, around us. We are in a plush oasis of pleasure and I climb on top of her, both of us catching our breath.

  “You taste so good, Cal. I love your cock so much.” She bites her bottom lip, her hand still holding me, fondling my balls, making me hard as fuck all over again.

  “And I love your dripping pussy,” I say, pressing my cock into her. “I didn’t know you were a squirter.”

  Her tits are round and I can’t help but kiss her nipples, sucking them hard, wanting to press my cock between them. “I didn’t know I was either.”

  I can’t help it, with her on her back her tits are too fucking tempting. I put my cock between her full breasts. It’s rigged and ready, and she squeezes her tits around my cock as I pump against her. “You like to be titty-fucked, love?” I ask, thrusting myself against her.

  “Oh yeah,” she moans, looking at my tip with such desire. “I want you to come all over me.”

  I know she does, she wants to be covered in my come, wants it all over her and I’ll give my girl exactly what she wants. I move faster, her tits turning me on like a mother fucker. Her hands reach for my ass, pulling my body closer to her face, and my cock is pumping so hard, I’m ready to explode all over her.