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“I’m the first to admit Stella and I have our ups and downs, but all couples do. You don’t have to worry. Everything’s fine.”

“I hope so. Continental Pictures doesn’t run itself, and I’ve been a bit concerned about you recently.”

“You don’t need to be. I won’t let you down.”

“Good. If we don’t speak before Saturday, I’ll see you at the party, but try to get me an answer about that script before then. Don’t let it slide.”

“I won’t, Jerry.”

The call ended, and dropping the phone, John closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath.

“Fucking Sue Jackson,” he muttered. “Call me, dammit. I need to deal with you and put an end to your bullshit once and for all.”










CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

IT WAS THE FOLLOWINGmorning, and slowly opening her eyes, Stella rolled over to find Matt propped up on an elbow smiling down at her.

“Good morning, gorgeous. Did you sleep well?”

“What a wonderful way to wake up, and yes, amazingly well. I’ve never felt so...”

“So what?”

“I was trying to think of the word. Content. That’s it. Tired, though,” she added with a sigh, recalling their late night escapades.

Lying naked in his bed with her legs spread, she’d rubbed her clit as he’d sucked on her toes and licked her insteps. After she’d succumbed to a powerful orgasm, he had kissed his way up her body, thrust his stiff, sizable shaft into her warmth, and fucked her into a second climax, groaning loudly as he’d exploded himself.

“I wish we could stay here all day,” she mumbled as he pulled her into his arms. “It’s absolute heaven, except...you need to know...” but her voice trailed off as her courage failed her.

“Who you really are?” he suggested softly. “I didn’t think Marilyn was your real name.”

“But it’s more than just that.

“It’s okay. I know you’re name is Stella and you’re married to John Stanley.”

“You do?” she exclaimed, staring at him wide-eyed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

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