Hollywood Demands Book 4: Roll Camera!

By Jasmine Lace

The fourth book in this series.

Mya Bassett's heartbreak has turned into anger while Chris Foley mourns his decision of letting Mya go. Through chance encounters they realized definite truths: Chris can’t stay away from her and Mya has to get as far away from him as possible.

Will another man be what Mya needs to break from the emotional and sexual spell Chris has on her? Or can Chris convince her that his love for her is real?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasmine Lace
• Release date: Oct 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463930205

Jasmine Lace

Wife. Mother of two. Educator and sometimes language student. Traveler. Rum drinker. Proudly sings off-key. Jasmine enjoys going down memory lane with her musicology collection of Motown, 90's R&B, Hip Hop, NeoSoul and some old school rock. She loves being a film geek and weekend foodie. As a child, Jasmine would create fictional dramas with her Barbie dolls, giving her brother's G.I. Joes the leading male roles. Now every free moment Jasmine has is spent lost in a story that reflects the American not many write about. The backdrop to her stories are similar to the multicultural world she was raised in California. She is a versatile writer who enjoys writing quirky romances with characters of questionable morals and strong black female protagonist. When asked to describe her work, Jasmine simply said: "My writing is inspired by my experiences. Good or bad, I have to thank everyone who has been in my life to give me those stories to tell".

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HOLLYWOOD

Demands

Book 4:

Roll Camera

By Jasmine Lace

Copyright © 2018 Jasmine Lace

Published by Jasmine Lace at Smashwords

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Blurb

Mya Bassett's heartbreak has turned into anger while Chris Foley mourns his decision of letting Mya go. Through chance encounters they realized definite truths: Chris can’t stay away from her and Mya has to get as far away from him as possible. 

Will another man be what Mya needs to break from the emotional and sexual spell Chris has on her? Or can Chris convince her that his love for her is real?

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Table of Contents

Dedications

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

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Dedications

To all the ladies that occassionally flip the script on fellas.

Chapter One

Mya Basset's heart pounded in her chest. It threatened to tear out of her body, the faster it pumped.

Please don't stop now, she desperately thought. I'm so close.

Sweat dripped down her back. Her whole body grew hotter the faster she moved. Mya's excitement heightened as she realized she was so near to begin completely satisfied. Her breast swelled and her tummy tightened.

Now, she had to concentrate hard on keeping her gyrating body from falling off.  She flew up and down on top. Her thighs began to burn. 

Can’t stop now. You’re doing so gooood, she praised between raspy breaths.

It felt too good to stop. Almost there. Her rapid breathing burned her lungs. A clear mind helped her push past the pain in her thighs and in her heart.

Don’t think. Just go with it, she pepped herself up. You’ve needed this for a long time.

Ahhhh! Whoo! Ah! Mya howled as a quick precession of beeps announced the completion of her set 3-mile goal.

Fighting the urge to collapse on the treadmill, Mya stuck out her legs on top of the black metal sides of the running belt. Her back arched over the control panel. Her throat was scratched by the coarse breaths she inhaled and exhaled out. Soon she grabbed her pink squirt bottle and squeezed a stream of cool water into her mouth. 

Mya felt her legs had recovered from their wobbly stage. When she trusted they could walk her into her cool down, Mya stepped back on the slowed running belt. She walked while occasionally drinking from her pink bottle.

Sweat dripped down her nape. She had cut her hair short. The natural texture formed a small curly afro that she usually braided the front part of her scalp to act as a head band around her short curls.

Despite the short length of her hair, she was working out so much that day that her hair felt like a ton. Every inch of her body was soaked in perspiration. A sign of a good workout. 

Mya had been committed to working out for about 4 months now. She found it left her with amazing relief that she was having trouble fulfilling anywhere else. Plus, it cleared her mind from the pain that haunted her. 

Her eyes caught a flash of a yellow star travelling across the 27" screen TV, which hovered in the corner of the wall to wall mirrors in front of the treadmills inside the nearly empty gym.

Pictures of Ben Evans and Jessica Christy were collaged on the screen as the voice of the entertainment reporter spoke. Film star Ben Evans has just announced his engagement to former PR assistant, Jessica Christy. Love is in the air. With 5 more days until the Golden Globe Awards, are there going to be any more announcements of wedding bells in the near future?

A shot of Chris Foley leaving Whole Foods popped on to the screen. The heartthrob celebrity wore dark glasses as he held a green totem bag in one hand, and in the other, he held a hand belonging to Susan Dunee. The skinny, tall blond looked happy walking along in mid conversation. 

Rumors have been swirling about this reunited couple. Sources have seen….

Mya’s eyes flicked away from the disgusting sight of the man she had loved with the woman he had left her for. She knew it was a lie. Chris had agreed to start seeing Susan again for a publicity stunt. It was a show to boost up their popularity, but it hurt Mya to see them together just the same.

The announcer’s voice continued in the background. "For the past 6 months it looks like stars Chris Foley and Susan Dunee maybe rekindling their relationship. Both have been spotted sharing intimate conversations in popular restaurants and nightclubs in the City of Angels. 

Foley has been nominated for best supporting actor in his recent film, Bright Girl, while his new love interest has also become a Golden Globe nominee for her 5th consecutive year."

Mya couldn’t help but look back up to the TV for one last look at Chris. In another shot, it seemed to have been taken from a far distance by a long zoom-in lens.

Chris was shirtless. His bronze bare chest shone in the morning sun's reflection. Chris’s arms remained cut. His stomach smooth with a hint of a six-pack forming. A pair of light board shorts with dark blue Hawaiian hibiscus flowers hung tight around his waist. It showed off his nice round, muscular butt. 

He looked good as he talked with Susan on the patio of his Long Beach home. Susan stared up at him from her seat, eating a slice of watermelon. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore big pink rimmed sunglasses. 

Then, Chris bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Mya felt physically sick. Her heart ached from seeing pictures of Chris. 

When he had agreed to not only date Susan, but marry her as well, Mya had mentally fallen apart. She didn't know where that had come from. Mya had thought Chris and her were happy.

 Before he had left for his filming, they had spent an amazing weekend together. Chris had constantly texted her and called her in the two months following. Mya was in love. Then, he decides to just drop her for America's Cinema Sweetheart.

Since then, in the past six months, Mya had been throwing herself into her publicist job at IRIS PR firm in Hollywood. She had a long list of new clients that she was promoting.

Her career was doing well. Mya’s 40-hour a week schedule didn't give her time to wallow about how Chris had hurt her. Also, she sometimes worked out to get rid of pinned up energy. 

In the ladies’ changing room, Mya looked at her cinnamon chocolate form in the wall to wall mirrors. She had dark brown eyes in the oval shape of almonds. Her cute flat nose was placed between two high, round cheek bones. She pushed her thick lips together as she lifted her pointy chin and slapped the little extra skin under it.

The face fat was always the last to go, she thought. That and my thighs and ass.

She turned her thick thighs slightly to look at her plump ass. It was thick and round.

I don’t mind keeping my ass though, she thought. Men loved to squeeze it. She grinned at that funny thought and had to stop herself from making it clap. 

Calm down. You’re in public. 

Then, she turned back towards the mirror and inspected her wide breasts. They were perkier from all the chest exercises she had been doing. Her hips were slim but not skinny, making her short frame of 5’ 7" (in heels) look like a trimmed, miniature hourglass.

You can still pull, girl, she told herself. 

Recently, Mya had gotten into the habit of pepping herself up and having pride in her looks. She thought it was important not to let her past heartbreak ruin her self-esteem. Chris couldn’t take that away from her.

Mya walked to the gym showers. She busied herself by mentally running through the calls she needed to make and arrangements to go over before her lunch date with action film star, Mike Chang. 

Chapter Two

Chris sat on top of his surfboard in the clear calm water of Long Beach. He stared back onto the sandy shore. In the distance, he could make out his beach house on the Long Beach coastline. The blueish grey house stood out with its long windows.

The three-story home with a tiny, patio rooftop was his pride and joy. He loved living near the beach and watching the waves come in at high tide during the night. It reminded him of his nights bar-be-quing with his family on the beach, back in Australia. His younger sister, Chloe, didn’t live too far from a beach that they had thrown family parties on throughout the year.

Chris’s 6-foot 2", muscular body bobbed up and down with the tiny waves that rolled in and out. His happy family memories were interrupted when he spotted Susan on his patio. She was taking in the morning sun while eating her breakfast. Something she started doing regularly when she found out that sometimes a group of paparazzi would stake out his home. Chris’s patio on stilts was the perfect place for them to spot his guests. 

He knew Susan could never pass up  a photo op. That was the many things he had grown use to about her. 

The media whore til the end, he thought. That’s wha I signed up for. This is wha I get for leavin’ Mya.

Chris tried to clear his head from the vision of Mya's hurt brown eyes. They had haunted him for the past six months along with her beautiful smile. He had spent restless nights replaying how she felt in his arms. Chris was working out more and surfing almost every day to try to clear his head from the presence of the one he loved. 

He kept repeating to himself that it was the right thing to do. She needed to be able to live a life without the interference of the press. 

Without her diet scrutinized every time she had a double cheeseburger, or wore a tight outfit. Have a nice romantic dinner and laugh and hold hands without it being plastered on 50 different magazines and newspapers. 

Any argument they may have would have been blown up and dissected. Anytime Chris or Mya would have been seen with someone of the opposite sex, questions would have fired for months insinuating a possible affair, or near breakup. He didn’t want Mya to deal with that. It would have interfered with her work as well as a normal life.

Life in the spotlight was lonely and it made it worse when you forced someone to accompany you in it. Chris had to be with someone who knew the pressures and obligations of being a film star. 

Susan knew how to play the role on-screen and off-screen. She understood how to play with the press and keep a successful career. If Chris was going to focus on his acting, Susan was the best bet to get him to stay at the top. 

And stayin away from Mya was the best way she could live her life happily, he reminded himself.

Not only disappointed by his life choices, Chris was also disappointed by the absence of waves. He couldn’t get a good surf in that morning, so he decided to paddle back to shore and start his day.

After putting away his longboard, he walked up the steps to his patio and was greeted by the sight of Susan, sitting at the long, glass deck table and eating her morning watermelon slices. Pink sunglasses were hiding her face above a nice bright plastered on smile. 

Good morning, sweetie, she sang. 

Mornin’, he said. 

Then she arched her eyebrows in a questioning look. Chris obediently went over to kiss her cheek.  She swiftly moved her face