Chapter 103
Victoria’s POV
Maya gave me that look–the one that said she thought I was being elusional. “Victoria, even your agency can’t-
“Not them, you idiot!” I felt the first spark of hope I’d had in hours. Someone bigger. Someone with real power.” I snapped my fingers rapidly, suddenly energized. “Maya, call Quinn. Tell her I need to–actually, forget it. I’ll do it myself!”
I grabbed my phone, scrolling frantically through my contacts until found Quinn Hall–Stark Entertainment’s producer who’d treated me like garbage at my audition. The same Quinn who worked directly for Brandon Stark. The same Brandon Stark who could make this entire nightmare disappear with one phone call.
The phone rang four times before she picked up.
“Quinn Hall speaking.” Her voice was cool and professional, with that hint of condescension I’d come to hate.
“Quinn! Hi, it’s Victoria Taylor.” I forced warmth into my voice, despite wanting to claw her eyes out just yesterday. “I was hoping we could meet? It’s rather urgent.”
There was a pause. “Miss Taylor,” she finally said, her tone deliberately formal. “As you can imagine, I’m quite busy right now. And shouldn’t you be dealing with your… publicity situation?”
bit back a sharp retort. The old Victoria would have put this bitch in her place, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Quinn, please,” I softened my voice, injecting just the right amount of vulnerability. “Those photos online—they’re not what they seem. They’ve been manipulated, taken out of context. I just need a chance to explain. Could we meet? Or perhaps you could give me Brandon’s contact information? Or even James would work!”
Another pause, longer this time. I could practically hear her internal eye–roll.
“Mr. Stark doesn’t take personal calls, and I’m not authorized to share his contact information,” she replied, her voice clipped. “As for James, he’s unreachable at the moment.”
“But this is important!” I insisted, struggling to keep the desperation from my voice. “Quinn, please. My career is on the line here!”
“Miss Taylor, I sympathize with your situation, but there’s really nothing I can do.” Her tone made it clear she didn’t sympathize at all. “If you’re still interested in the role, we can proceed with your reading next week. Assuming you’re available, of course.”
The dismissal was so casual, so cutting, that for a moment I couldn’t respond. Was she serious? Treating me like just another actress while my entire life was falling apart?
“Of course I’m still interested,” I managed, my throat tight. “I’ll be there. Thank you, Quinn.”
I hung up before she could say anything else, throwing my phone onto Maya’s desk with enough force to make her jump.
“Fuck!” I screamed, not caring who heard me. “That cold–hearted bitch!”
Maya looked up cautiously. “I take it that didn’t go well?”
“No shit!” I snarled, grabbing my purse. “Call my driver. I need to go to Fortune Corp.”
‘Fortune Corp? But what about your parents-”
“Alex is my fiancé,” I cut her off, already halfway to the door. “If anyone’s going to help me, it’s him. He has to.”
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Alexander’s secretary tried to stop me, of course. Some mousy little thing whose name I’d never bothered to learn.
“Miss Taylor, Mr. Stark is in a meeting right now. If you
could just-
I brushed past her, heading straight for Alexander’s office. “He’ll see me.”
“But Miss Taylor!” She scurried after me, her sensible shoes squeaking against the polished floor. “You can’t just-“.
I pushed open Alexander’s door without knocking, ignoring her protests. Alexander looked up from his desk, his expression shifting from surprise to annoyance when he recognized me.
“Alex,” I said breathlessly, “you have to help me this time!”
He frowned, glancing at his flustered secretary. “It’s fine, Amy. You can go.”
The moment the door closed behind her, I dropped the desperate act and switched to full seduction mode. I locked the door with a soft click, then turned to face Alexander, letting my coat slip from my shoulders to reveal the skimpy dress underneath. His eye’s widened slightly–a good sign.
“Alex,” I whispered, slinking toward him. “You have to believe me. Those photos aren’t real. Someone’s out to ruin me.”
I circled his desk, catching his eyes as they dropped to my plunging neckline, my tits practically spilling out. Men were so fucking predictable..
“Sabotage?” Alexander scoffed, but the raw lust in his stare betrayed him as I perched on the edge of his desk. “Victoria, don’t play me for an idiot. Some of those shots are obviously old–you look barely twenty. Tell me the truth. Were you really-”
“Alex,” I cut him off, sliding onto his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my body flush against his. “I’m serious about us. You know that. How could I be that kind of slut?” I ground against him, feeling his cock stiffen instantly under me. “Those photos are fake. Okay, maybe one or two are me, but they’re from movie scenes! Check them yourself if you don’t believe me!”
I buried my face in his neck, letting my tears soak his skin. Guys like Alexander couldn’t resist a gorgeous woman in distress- especially one rubbing her pussy against their throbbing hard–on.
“I need you,” I purred into his ear, my hand slipping down to grip his swollen dick through his pants, stroking it slow and firm/ “Only you can save me now.”
Alexander groaned, his fingers knotting in my hair. “Fuck, Vicky… it’s the middle of the goddamn workday…”
I’d never let him call me Vicky before–I despised that nickname–but now I just smirked against his skin.
“No one will know,” I cooed, sliding off his lap and dropping to my knees. I yanked his zipper down, and his thick cock sprang free, veins buiging, the tip already glistening with precum. “Please, Alex. Let me show you how much I need you right now.”
His grip tightened in my hair, pulling hard. “Yeah, I know, Vicky! Hurry up! Suck it now!”
I flashed a triumphant grin before lowering my head, knowing I had him by the balls–literally. Men were so easy to twist when you knew how to work them. I wrapped my lips around his fat cock, swallowing it deep, my tongue swirling around the head, throat squeezing him tight. I fucking hated every second of it, but I moaned like a porn star, bobbing my head fast and sloppy until he bucked and came hard, grunting as his hot, salty load flooded my mouth.
After, I climbed back into his lap, straddling his thighs like a cheap whore, my skirt hiked up to my waist, soaked panties grinding against him.
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“Alex,” I said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I’m sorry about everything. This was all my fault.”
He stroked my hair absently, his expression distant. “I understand. I talk to Brandon again, but this is the last time, Victoria.”
I kissed him properly, hiding my triumph. “Thank you. I love you, Alk.” I shifted suggestively against him. “Do you want more?”
Alexander’s eyes darkened momentarily before he shook his head. “night. Not here.”
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