The Agent A Celebrity Smut Story Novels & Stories

“Carmen—” “You’ve seen the headlines?” her agent demanded, not bothering with pleasantries. “Not yet,” Nora muttered, rubbing the fatigue from her temples. “Well, let me help paint the picture.” Keys clicked aggressively on the other end. “Number one: ‘BLOCKED AUTHOR THROWS SHADE AT SUCCESSFUL HUSBAND ON LIVE TV.’ Cute, right? Oh! And here’s a fan favorite: ‘IS THE HALE MARRIAGE OVER? AUTHOR’S JEALOUS OUTBURST GOES VIRAL.’”

I hesitantly reached out and took it, but as I looked down at the article displayed on her screen, my brows knitted together in confusion. “Why are you showing me some tabloid—” I trailed off unexpectedly, my mouth falling open in shock at the headline. "Nollywood Heartthrob's Steamy Spa Seduction! A-List Bachelor Caught in Passionate Tryst with Curvaceous Salon Siren" - Subhead: "Exclusive photos expose smoking hot romance between movie star and sultry day spa proprietress!" And right under it were pictures of me in a man's arms as he headed out from what seemed like a club. People would have had a hard time believing this one if it were not for the tight hold that the man had on me.

Martin nodded even if he didn't believe her. Anabel got to the room, pulled off her bra and started with her n**ples. She did some strippers' moves and laid with her back on the bed, the cucumber in hand. Anabel took off her pant and stroked the cucumber like it was an actual d**k. Then slowly and gently, she inserted it in her p**sy, her eyes closed, letting out soft moans. Martin who did not believe Anabel's story of eating the cucumber walked stealthily to her room. The door was half closed so he peeped through. He watched when she played with herself till she started f**king her own p**sy.

Already settled out of court - I’ll have to do twenty hours of community service and pay a hefty fine. Canceling my contract with my agent, Landon? She already has one of the lawyers looking over the fine print and preparing whatever is needed to fire him as my agent. And last but certainly not least, dealing with Jackie Sesna and her claims that I am impotent. Just the topic a man wants to discuss with a room filled with aging men and his sexy ex-girlfriend, I think I’d rather be dropped in a den of ravenous lions with raw meat strapped to my ass than have this conversation.

"I'm just a winner of the first battle. I'm far away from being famous." "Do you want to become a star? My agent admires you after watching your competition. You are talented and she will be more than happy to take you in," Eva suggested with a grin. Hazel poked at her forehead and said, "Eva, I remember that you have made a lot of trouble in the entertainment circle. You once splashed red wine on the sponsor's shirt, hit Mr. Xu's penis and the head of Mr. Zhang. If your agent knows that I'm with you, she will decide to destroy the contract immediately."

Jay sat on the bed, his dark and dangerous gaze fell upon the bag in Angeline’s arms. The text that Storm sent him told him that the skincare product was made up of platinum and was the favorite of rich wives. It was worth almost ten million. Storm also sent a picture of the man to him. When that b*stard met up with his woman, how dare he wear nothing but his skin. Not to mention how angry he was. He was suppressing his emotions for a long while, now that he saw all of those, he cracked. “You’re back?” he asked lightly.

“Honey, you have a beast of a cock and the dirtiest mouth this side of the Pacific. You could make a nonexistent libido come back to life with one word.” “Cunt,” he said. “Is it back yet?” I threw a piece of toast at him. “It never left, you dick.” He got up and walked to me. “Good.” He leaned in for a kiss. “You. Me. Later.” “Oh, seduce me.” I rolled my eyes. He laughed. “What are you doing today?” “I have an appointment with my agent. It was to get the stuff for the shoot, but…” I shrugged a shoulder.

Aiden replied by adding a smile emoticon. Sasha returned his messages back, along with an incoming message from Stacy and this was what Aiden was most worried about. Stacy was very aggressive, without being provoked she always tried to seduce him with her body, especially when she also read the story. It must be very bad because Stacy is often paired with Aiden for photoshoots. "Aiden, is this true story about you?" Stacy wrote in her message. "What is the story ?" He replied. "The title is I Know You Want Me. The gossip of this story is based on your experience."

"You're acting like a small child. Get over yourself and help me, or go find something better to do." "Like jack-off in the bathroom?" I walked toward the table and laughed as Frank stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips. "Why do I feel like this isn't a one-time conversation between the two of you?" He shook his head and walked into the room. "Because, Frank, what you guys don't know is that my agent has been sexually harassing me for years. No matter what we talk about, it always goes back to my dick. She should be fired." I turned to enjoy the look on Deza's face.

Before the livestream started, Jezin lowered his voice. “Looks like Gill, the so-called gold-medal agent, isn’t that impressive. The golden PR window is almost over, and she still hasn’t cleaned things up for you. How about this—you publicly admit we’re dating. From now on, we’ll promote ourselves as a CP on the surface, and privately you’ll be my lover. What do you think?” Jezin looked extremely pleased with himself. I sneered. “I’m not interested in a hemorrhoid man.” Jezin frowned. He was probably wondering how I knew he had hemorrhoids.